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garglyswoof · 1 year ago

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Fragile Things

ao3 For @kastleexchange Come What May Day 1, "What Could Be" The first thing they say to each other in Daredevil: Born Again. Please note i have no clue what canon is anymore, except (hopefully) in terms of characterization. She knows it can’t last, like it’s a truce the world has temporarily granted, fragile and held together by the most tenuous of things. A house of cards, really, and she eyes it warily, even as Matt’s let down his own guard now that Fisk isn’t around. No one has stepped up to the plate to organize criminal activity on the scale Fisk had managed, his empire ran haphazardly by lesser minds, as lesser threats.

So yes, Matt has let them in more, her and Foggy, now that his nightly excursions seem almost too easy. Not that they don’t leave him bruised and battered, but he seems less afraid of pulling his friends in when there’s not a criminal mastermind behind them, just poor attempts at the throne.

Still, she‘s tense that whole spring, into summer, then the fall, waiting and watching that house of cards. The Jack of Hearts looks a little bit like Foggy, who’d grown a goatee and then shaved it off in favor of just a mustache despite Karen needling him mercilessly for it.

“Karen, I’m going through my eras of TV Hunk. We’re in the Tom Selleck phase, do you know how many women swooned over his mustache? I will not be bound by societal changes.”

“Does Marci like it?”

He glances sidelong at her, pauses then lets out a defeated sigh. “Yes, or you know it would be gone in 30 seconds.”

“Ok I’ll work on her. Every time you come into the office I picture you sliding across the hood of a 70s muscle car like you’re in Magnum P.I. and I can’t take you seriously.”

“Reminds me of that time when Fr--” Foggy stops himself, but she knows.

“Yeah,” she says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze then leave it. “Yeah it does.”

It would be a lie to say she didn’t think about Frank, but Murdock, Nelson and Page had been a good distraction this last year. Setting up the firm, finding a new office in the Kitchen, and just playing serious legal catch-up to the two avocados at law were enough to keep thoughts of him to a dull roar (she’d bought them little namesakes, glass-blown ones with painted-on sunglasses and a mustache, from a stall at one of those weekend art festivals that were always popping up around the city).

Still, at night when she tosses her keys on the side table and the lonely weight of her quiet apartment settles into her bones, she thinks of him. Of how he couldn’t look at her in that damned hospital room, eyes darting, of how he pushed her away with his own stubborn, selfish aims. Yeah. Yeah, she’ll have a lot to say to him, if she could.

But he’s been gone this past year, or maybe just terrorizing some other part of the country’s criminal organizations. Like she’d thought earlier, New York was missing some of its seedy underbelly these days. It’s why it worked, this house of cards.

It comes crashing down that Thursday night.

It had been a good day, Matt heading into court in the afternoon, Foggy finally breaking the industrious quiet by announcing he’s always wanted a putting green in his office.

Somehow that has evolved into a three-hole miniature golf course where the final hole is a ramp to Foggy’s blown-up face from an old political poster with the mouth cut out. Karen’s sides hurt from laughing as the city settles into the dark of evening.

“Wow, you really suck at this,” Foggy laughs.

“I did not know I needed to practice -” she bursts into giggles -”putting a ball - oh god - p-putting a ball into your m-mouth”.

Foggy loses it too until a text buzzes both their phones. They both sober up from the laughter, each thinking the same thought as they reach for their mobiles. Matt’s been gone too long.

Sure enough, it’s a text from him, and Karen’s heart sinks from the vagueness of it.

Won’t be able to make it out tonight. You two have fun and see you in the a.m.

She looks up to see Foggy’s expression as he studies the words on the screen like an Ancient Text, the backlight and the now dim light in the office lending him a haggard expression. It's the first time she’s seen it in a year.

“He’ll be okay, Fogs.” She isn’t sure she believes it, but she says it anyway. She doesn’t think he believes it either, but he smiles all the same. She marvels, not for the first time, at how trauma is a form of time travel. Because despite the progress of this past year, her and Foggy both remember Matt, before, and they are right back there again in an instant.

Foggy’s expression almost breaks her heart as he nods and takes an absentminded last putt, the ball rolling up the braille legal book ramp and straight into the picture’s mouth.

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Karen hasn’t changed a bit, despite all that’s happened, and she knows this is a bad idea but can’t stop herself all the same. She’d said goodbye to Foggy at the office doorway, mumbling something about cleaning up the casserole dish from one of their recent sliding scale (if you could call it that) clients. Foggy had been on the phone with Marci, but had paused - Karen’s heart aching with the kindness of him - for a moment, holding his hand over the speaker.

“You sure?” He'd mouthed before speaking in a whisper. “This isn’t about Matt, right?”

She’d shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t going to lie about that, at least. “Maybe it is, but it’s okay. I just want to have some time to think, and scrubbing cheese off this casserole dish will sadly give me time.”

He’d left then, with one worried glance backwards. She’ll have to keep an eye on her phone tonight, she’s willing to bet he’ll at least text to check in on her.

It had been the silences from Matt that had scared them the most. She isn’t doing that to Foggy.

Still, she’s pretty sure he wouldn’t approve of her rifling through Matt’s files, her notes, and the Bulletin trying to triangulate where the hell Daredevil is off to tonight. She figures it out when she sees the line in the local crime beat from last week, from a paper she hadn’t yet let herself start reading again until now.

Ex-FBI Officer Charged with Death of Priest, FBI Officer Escapes From Prison

She drops the paper and scrambles to her desk, pulling out the drawer that holds her purse, shaking, and grabs her gun, her breath ragged in the quiet of the office, the gun almost sucking the light out of the room, matte black. She stares at it for a moment before raising it in both hands, her feet unconsciously shifting apart to ground her. She feels the trigger under her finger, safety still on, she knows, and she presses the trigger once, twice, three times, over and over until her face crumples and she slides to the floor.

She doesn’t give herself much time to let the pain rule her, she never does. If Bullseye is back, then that’s what Matt is looking into, and she knows he’ll need help despite not wanting it. Not to mention she has a score to settle with that psycho. Her hand shakes as she locks the office up until she stares at her fingers, willing them to calmness.

The church still looms taller than her faith, which isn’t hard to manage, she thinks wryly. The night holds an early fall chill, a breeze off the river teasing the hairs at the nape of her neck where her hair is pulled into a low ponytail. Quiet rules the street with the church lit gently by low exterior lights as she eyes the windows and tries not to think about the past. She’s almost about to give up, thinking that she’s guessed wrong, when she sees the heavy front door shift. A figure darts through, too broad-shouldered to be Matt, she thinks, then the door shuts without a noise and she’s staring into a face lit lowly for just a second before the man ducks into the shadows.

Frank. She’s frozen there, on the sidewalk, and she knows it’s the stupidest thing for her to do so she darts off the path onto the grass that edges the church’s lot. She’s not sure if he’s seen her, and can’t spot him anymore in the darkness, and she has a moment to think - god how on earth did he just disappear like that? before he’s in front of her, finger to his lips at her impending shriek of surprise, his face familiarly blood-spattered and sporting an almost goofy grin. It doesn’t make sense, any of it, and she stares at him in confusion as he tugs her hands into his, holding her out like he wants to look at her, take stock, that grin lowering like a sail as his eyes grow more intense and how can he be so casual and what is going on and -

“Ma’am,” he says, his tone teasing.

She relaxes, because there can’t be any danger here if he’s acting like that, but then tensing back up because honestly, what the hell?

He must see it in her face because he rumbles an apology. ‘M’sorry. Just…seeing you like that, reminded me of…” he trails off, dropping her hands to tug at his hood in mimicry of his beggar routine. That happened forever ago, but he still remembers. So does she. “And you’re still all heart, I don’t even need to ask.”

Something about the way he says it, almost proprietarily, pisses her off. Her eyes flash in the shadows they’ve found themselves in, pulling deeper in as a car passes and breaks the silence with loud, low bass. “Yeah, Frank? What clued you in there?”

She wants him to say it. Doesn’t want to have to spell it out.

His head punches back slightly, taking the blow. He changes the subject, or maybe it’s still the same one. “I came back as soon as I heard. The church’s been clean so far, surprised though. Guy like that usually wants to win where he lost.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Karen admits. “So what’s with the blood?”

He touches his face, as if reminding himself. “Research.”

She almost laughs.

“Where’s Red?” He rasps out.

“This was me trying to find him,” she says and watches his face soften out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry, Karen.”

She waits, staring down at where the grass, wet from the day’s watering, sticks to her sneakers.

He clears his throat. “I wasn’t there for you when he came after you the first time. Fuckin' killed me to hear about it. Killed me to know you were hurt and scared and I wasn’t around to help.”

He’s not saying the right things, but they’re still good ones. She smiles a timid smile, glances up and lets him give her what he can. She’s got a year of therapy on one Frank Castle under her belt. “It’s okay, Frank.”

She knows he wants to say more, say something about the hospital. She pulls him in for a hug, kisses his cheek in a spot bare of blood. Maybe she’s the one that isn’t ready this time.

“It’s okay.”

She feels his lips on her neck, a brief chapped kiss, before he pulls back and stares into her eyes like he’s trying to solve her mystery.

“I just want to find Matt, Frank. Make sure he’s okay.”

Maybe he hears it in her voice, the unspoken later, maybe he just senses the urgency.

“Alright then, let’s go.” He grabs her hand again, pulls his hood up with another. She’s so in shock that she doesn’t move until he starts tugging. He looks back at her, casually throws back, “You’re going to do it anyway. At least I can keep an eye on you this way.”

It both pisses her off and makes her smile. Her feelings are never black and white for Frank Castle, but it definitely seems like he’s accepted some things about her, at least. She squeezes his hand that dwarfs her own, callused and warm, and follows him away from the church, into the heart of the city.

#kastle #kastle fanfiction #kastleexchange #kastlenetwork #kastle ff #the punisher #daredevil

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agentstovring · 1 year ago

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Play the (Summer) Game

Title: Play the (Summer) Game

Pairing: Spencer/Tommy (Smosh)

Rating: M for Mature

Notes: I wrote this as a gift for the wonderful @blondeforyou because they've been an invaluable pillar of support as I've finally found my way back to writing.

You can also find this on Ao3

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Spencer has no idea how long they’ve been sitting there. His phone ran out of juice at least two hours ago, so he can’t check the time, and Tommy’s phone is currently sitting in a bowl of rice back at the beach house. Between the beach and the pool, someone had to drop their phone in the water. He wonders for the umpteenth time why someone would bother building a pool for a beachfront property; but it was damn convenient for Smosh, so he can’t complain.

After all, what would Summer Games be without the bellyflop competition? It’d be pretty tough doing bellyflops into the ocean; if they hadn’t found that house, they would have had to shoot the games somewhere else, and they would have missed out on all the beach activities they added. The sandcastle competition; playing volleyball with a person-sized beach ball; the ice-cream scoop on a spoon race; he couldn’t wait to see the footage.

Also, more pertinently, if they hadn’t shot the games right by the beach, this potentially life altering moment might not have been so aesthetic.

The beach stretches out for miles on either side of the lifeguard tower, and the ocean is impossibly endless in front of them. They’re both sitting on the deck, leaning back against the pastel blue structure, squinting in the low light. The mild ocean breeze is soothing; it’s late summer in California and they’ve been filming in the scorching heat all day. Spencer inhales deeply, smelling their warm skin, a hint of sunscreen, and lukewarm hard cider from the half empty cans between them, courtesy of one of their sponsors.

As the sun is slowly setting into the water, they’re bathed in orange light, and he’s scared to look at Tommy for several reasons. One, because Tommy might simply be too beautiful in this light, and Spencer is already in too deep; and two, because neither of them has said anything in a while.

He’s building up the courage to speak as he watches a small group of sandpipers running back and forth alternately following the lapping waves and escaping them. One of them, smaller than the others, gets too brave and gives a startled jump when a splash of water grazes its tailfeathers.

“How long have you known?” Tommy asks finally, still looking straight ahead.

“That I’m bi? Or that I’m in love with you.”

Tommy sighs. He sounds tired but not upset. “I guess we’ll do them in order. When did you realize that you like guys? I’m kind of hoping it was earlier today, since you haven’t told me about it.”

“That’s-“

“That’s not fair, I know, I’m sorry.”

Spencer picks up a cider can and turns it in his hands. “I didn’t tell anyone. I thought about telling Courtney, but I didn’t know what to say. ‘I think I’m bi, help’?”

“That would be a start.”

“I wasn’t sure; and the conversation that would have to happen for me to be sure would involve telling her that I like you.”

Tommy shifts, rolling his shoulder until it gives a satisfying pop. The wooden deck is not exactly ergonomic, but something tells Spencer that the conversation will end permanently once they leave this spot. If he doesn’t get it all out now, he might never get the chance again.

“You could have just told her - or me - that you like guys,” Tommy says.

“I’m not a good liar.”

“Saying you like guys is a lie?”

“I only like you. And women.”

Tommy huffs out a laugh. “Women in general, and me. I’m gonna try real hard not to wonder what that says about me.”

“That you’re special?”

“Which brings us to the second question,” Tommy says, evading the compliment. “How long have you known that you- about me?”

“Since you and Kevin broke up and it made me really happy.”

Tommy snorts, breaking into giggles as he facepalms. “Oh my god, you suck so much..”

“It started way before then, but that’s when I realized; before that I didn’t know what I was feeling. I thought it was just.. I don’t know, confusing friend feelings. I’ve never liked a guy before, what was I supposed to think?”

Tommy looks up, frowning. “You’ve been in love before though.”

“Not like this. Never like this.”

Tommy’s face does something complicated, like he is physically unable to process just how serious Spencer is about this. Even on his best days, Tommy can be pretty insecure; when someone compliments him, his standard response is surprise or denial; an earnest declaration of love is probably breaking his brain a little.

“I’m sorry.”

Tommy frowns. “For what?”

“For not telling you sooner, or maybe for telling you at all. For feeling this way, I guess, I know I’m putting a lot on you.”

“You’re not- I mean, yes, you’re putting a lot on me, because we’re somehow finding ourselves in a situation where I have to be the responsible one. But don’t apologize for telling me, and definitely don’t be sorry for how you feel.”

The tab on the cider can finally gives in to Spencer’s continuous wiggling and pops off with a metallic ting. He put it in his pocket, setting the can aside. His brain catches up to Tommy’s words.

“What do you mean you have to be the responsible one?”

“Well, we can't just rush into this; even if we weren’t coworkers, we’re friends, and that’s complicated enough.”

Spencer’s heart thumps harder in his chest and, as much as he tries to fight it, he can’t help but smile a little, soft and disbelieving. “You like me back?”

Tommy sighs, refusing to look at him. “No, no ‘back’; I like you; you think you like me. You don’t know for sure. No offense, I’m not trying to invalidate what you think you feel, but you can’t know for sure. If you’d had even one crush on a guy before-”

“Tommy.”

Tommy sighs again. This time he turns to Spencer, looking tortured. “If I believe you and we do this, and it turns out it really was confused friend feelings this whole time, where would that leave us?”

“With the same homoerotic friendship we’ve always had. Purer, if you think about it, because we’ll have explored all options and made an informed decision.”

Tommy narrows his eyes at him, smirking in mock derision. “You wanna get in my pants so bad, you’ll say anything.”

Spencer swallows. “Is it working?”

Tommy just looks at him for a moment, face unchanging. The seconds tick by. Finally, he picks up the cider cans and sets them both aside. He scoots closer until his arm brushes Spencer’s, and when he looks up, their faces are inches apart.

“I need you to use your excellent communications skills,” Tommy says, voice lower now that they’re close. He leans in slowly. “I need you to tell me exactly what you feel, as you’re feeling it, so I can respond appropriately.”

Spencer leans in as well, blood rushing in his ears. “I’m taking mental notes. I’m gonna make you a.. PowerPoint presentation.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” Tommy murmurs, closing the distance between them.

Tommy’s lips are soft and Spencer almost whines as he pulls away too quickly, having barely given Spencer a taste. Tommy snickers, sensing his frustration, and leans in again, placing a light hand on Spencer’s thigh. He lets the second kiss last as long as Spencer wants, pressing his mouth firmer against his. He makes a scandalized noise when Spencer slips him the tongue but gives in all the same.

His hand feels like it’s burning through Spencer’s shorts and Spencer moans softly into the kiss when Tommy tightens the grip slightly, getting carried away. When he finally pulls back to catch his breath, he doesn’t go far. He feels as dazed as Tommy looks, and he’s not ready for this to end.

Clearing his throat, he says, “I really don’t think it’s friend feelings.”

Tommy laughs, shaking his head. “I’m starting to believe you.”

“I’m a good kisser, right?”

“Very good kisser, very convincing. There’s also that,” he adds, glancing at Spencer’s crotch where the tropical print of his shorts is slightly distorted by his obvious erection.

Spencer blushes, grateful that the sunset has turned red enough to mostly hide it. “Well, what do you want from me? I’m out here being felt up like a prom queen-”

“Good lord..”

“-and I bet you..” He falters, suddenly more nervous than he even was before he confessed. “Are you..? I mean, you liked it, right?”

Tommy’s expression turns impossibly fond at Spencer’s sudden loss of confidence, and he gently takes Spencer by the wrist, holding it loosely enough that he can pull away easily. He maintains eye contact as he guides Spencer’s hand to his crotch. Spencer’s gaze flickers down and he inhales sharply at the feeling of Tommy’s dick hard against his palm. Tommy lets go of his wrist, but he doesn’t pull his hand away; instead, he gives the hardness a slight, experimental squeeze.

“God,” Tommy sputters, pushing Spencer’s hand away even as his hips involuntarily roll to chase the touch. “Now who’s the prom queen?”

“Sorry,” Spencer chews on his lip, eyes switching back and forth between Tommy’s blown pupils and the bulge in his pants. “Can I see it?”

Tommy stares at him incredulously. “I’m genuinely afraid of what you’ll do to it, if I show you.”

“Okay, it’s not like I’d do anything weird, I just wanna see it.”

“I know you too well, you see with your hands.”

When Spencer is unable to defend himself, Tommy chuckles, leaning in to give him an appeasing kiss. “I’m not saying I don’t want to; I’m in fact showing great restraint right now.”

Spencer pouts a little. He’s too keyed up to be ashamed of his own behavior. Tommy laughs, shoving him. “Don’t pout! Do you really want your first mess-around with a guy to be here, like this?”

“On a secluded beach, in the light of a beautiful sunset? You’re right, that sounds terrible.”

Tommy laughs again and shakes his head, then turns to squints at the sunset. “It’s almost over; it’s gonna get really dark soon, and neither of us have working phones.”

“Yeah, we should probably head back,” Spencer agrees, hating the reality of it. He shoots Tommy a hopeful look. “One more for the road?”

“One more.. cock squeeze?”

“A kiss, jesus! If you wanna be a gentleman so bad, at least assume I’m gonna be a lady.”

Tommy pulls him in, clearly intent on making it count. He grazes Spencer’s bottom lip with his teeth, pulling a breathy moan from him that gives him goosebumps. He could get drunk off those moans. He thinks he might actually lose his mind when Spencer’s hand slides up his thigh, not going any further, just resting there in a clear attempt to test his resolve.

He responds by breaking the kiss and, before Spencer can protest, pressing his lips to Spencer’s neck instead. He gives it a small lick, tasting salt, and Spencer whimpers right next to his ear. He doesn’t want to leave a mark, but at the same time, he wants to eat Spencer alive. It would be so easy to push Spencer down and give him what he wants, what they both want; and he allows the thought to marinate for just a second before-

“Spencer! Tommy!” The voices are far away but coming closer with every new shout of their names. Tommy sits up straight, listening. Spencer gasps slightly at the interruption and seems disoriented, but then he hears them too.

“Tommy!” It’s Courtney.

“Spencer!” And Shayne.

Tommy groans, kissing Spencer once more, quickly. “We’ve been declared missing.”

“Damn it,” Spencer sighs, adjusting himself in his pants before getting on his feet. His lower back hurts from sitting on a hard surface for so long, and he’s secretly glad Tommy refused to take things further, lest they both suffer permanent injuries.

They quickly descend the ramp leading down into the sand, waving at their approaching friends. Courtney is jogging towards them, smiling now that she’s spotted them. Shayne trails behind, struggling to keep up. The flashlights from their phones sweep across the sand.

Tommy takes a deep breath, hoping he doesn’t look as horny and disheveled as he feels. “Here!” he calls out redundantly, reaching for Spencer once more. He squeezes his hand comfortingly and doesn’t let go as the other get closer. Spencer smiles and squeezes back. //

#spommy #spencer agnew #tommy bowe #smosh #fanfiction #by me #first time writing this pairing #feedback welcome but be nice yeah?#blondeforyou

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astro-nerd · 3 months ago

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Day 21: Stages of grief

Fandom: original characters

Character: Rena

Throughout my life nothing had been as hard as losing you.

Shock

Smoke. Its scent was all consuming. Ash clung to me, my clothes, my hair, my skin as I pulled myself off from the floor. My ears still ringing from everything that has happened. It didn’t make any sense. How am I alive? There was purple light and then… nothing. On my feet I’d stumbled out into the bright light of day trying to remember what had happened. Despite the smoke and ash the birds still sang as if nothing had happened at all.

“Amias?” My throat was raw and I couldn’t help but cough given how dry it had become while I slept. If you could consider it to be sleeping. Giving up on yelling I continued to stumble throughout the wreckage. Someone else has to be alive. He has to be alive.

Denial

I found him as the sun began to set. The stars threatening to twinkle along with goosebumps growing on my sink from the drop in temperature. I’d have to find proper shelter, somewhere not able to still collapse. I’d take care of him there. My knees almost gave out as I could hardly scream when finding the whites of his eyes. Staring out into the nothingness. Not that he could see or that he ever would again. The blood on the side of his head told me everything I needed to know.

“No.” Despite the dehydration, tears ran down my face. Dragging myself to his side I did all I could to hold him in my arms. With his eyes closed for dignity I could imagine he was sleeping. Yes he was sleeping and in the morning I would make him better. Then he’d know what to do. Then everything would be fine. We could fix this. He could fix this.

I woke up with his weight on me the next morning. Just like any other morning where he would sleep in my bed. The weight was not dead just sleeping. There was one more thing I could do. The last thing I would have to do before Amias took back over and I could be his guard. He would be King and I would be his knight and I would protect him as I had always planned. There was a spell that healers did and while I am not a healer and mixing magic is taboo this is an emergency. I’m capable enough. I can do this.

His screams. Oh gods his screams.

I need another plan.

Anger

I buried his bones. After all these years I did it because there is no fucking point. No one in this new world is helpful. No one is kind or compassionate. My home is gone. My family is gone. My brother… My brother is buried.

What now?

Bargaining

He wasn’t there when I got ill during our tour of Servay. That had just been the fever. He wasn’t there during the incident with the fae. That had just been my own exhaustion. He wasn’t even there when those damned crystals placed him right in front of me and I had to break him into a million pieces for everyone else. I’d saved them and they’d saved me again and again. Even when we hadn’t gotten along, even when everything was collapsing around us we had all saved each other. I’d had hope. Then we faced Velho and learned the truth. Now in a world of her making I don’t understand why I can’t just have this. He’s here and I’m here and why should I have to lose him again? Why do I have to give him up every time? Please. The world will continue if I have both. Please let me keep both. I don’t want to leave him behind again. I can’t. I can’t fail him again. The universe doesn’t just fall apart because I’m happy. Right? He looks at me from down the corridor, smiling like he did every day of his life.

“Are you coming, Leuruna?” I could have everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Rena. Please.” But I’m not that lucky.

Depression

Maybe I deserve this.

Acceptance

“Leuruna? Or I’ve heard it’s Rena now.” Through the panic and the confusion his voice rings clear. Just as it always has. I turn and he comes into view. Amias. My brother. He looks just as shocked as I am. He looks as if he could cry, that smile missing from his face.

“I can’t be here.” Those weren’t the first words I expected out of my mouth but they were the truth. I couldn’t be here.

“How did you get past Death?”

“I didn’t?” I’d woken up in my room. “Take me to him.”

I’d walked onto his carpets without thinking, hardly acknowledging the new knowledge that I didn’t have shoes and his carpet was weirdly rough. All sense had gone out of the window when I saw who Death was talking to.

“No. No, you put him back right now. He is not supposed to be here.” They’d both turned to me in shock. There’s so much shock today.

“How did you do that?”

“What?” I needed to sit down. It was only when I turned did I notice that Amias was still at the threshold.

“He can’t cross. You shouldn’t be able to either.” But I did. All because Varn was here.

“I’ll go back across after you send him back and tell me the rest of them are safe. That we did it.” Varn was staring at me. Tears glistened in his eyes just looking at me. Only then did I register I could see out of both of my eyes.

“He can go back with my blessing and the rest are safe.” Oh thank gods. “Do you want to go with him?” My brain halted in position. If he’d asked me that when this all started I’d have laughed and walked away. Walked straight to Amias and never looked back. But now? Now I looked between my brothers. My old and new life staring me in the face. Looking at Amias I see that smile creep onto his face, that smile I’ve known for years. He smiles at me and I know exactly what to do.

“Yes. I want to go back.”

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victorluvsalice · 2 years ago

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Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees Sooo, you had no specific prompts for me, which opened the floor for me to write something -- weird. Something that combined a couple of things I know you're interested in, because I've seen them on your tumblr. Something that, specifically, crossed over your new obsession with the Saw movies...with a certain British gameshow hosted by Greg Davies that I myself rather like. I actually came up with this idea a little while back and meant to message you about it, but forgot -- and I'm kind of glad I did, because that allowed me to write this ridiculous thing as a surprise. XD Hope you find it funny!

Tasksaw

“Well – we’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t we?”

“I’d say it’s more than just a pickle,” Josh snapped back, tugging on the chain attaching his leg to the wall to test its strength. Depressingly, it seemed to be pretty damn well bolted in there. “Or do you get drugged and wake up in moldy old bathrooms with your leg manacled to the nearest wall often?”

“I can’t say I have,” the other fellow – who’d introduced himself as James – admitted, giving his leg a cursory kick. The chain attached to it rattled, snaking across the filthy floor. “Though I have been in my fair share of shitty bathrooms before.”

Josh squinted at him. “Was that an intentional pun, or. . . ?”

James just gave him a smirk – which was quickly replaced by a frown as he looked around the room again. “It is a very odd place, though. You have any idea why we’re here?”

“Not a bloody clue, mate,” Josh said, letting his chain slip from his hands. “I mean, obviously we pissed off somebody, but I don’t know who or why.��

“Yeah, me either. The guys in Pindrop weren’t that upset about us breaking up,” James muttered, scratching his head. “Which was actually a bit insulting, if you think about it – oh! Hang on!” He snapped his fingers, pointing frantically at Josh. “We need to check that our kidneys haven’t been stolen!”

“Our – our kidneys?” Josh repeated, baffled.

“Yeah! That’s the main reason people get kidnapped, isn’t it?” James said, rolling up the side of his shirt to stare at his abdomen. “To get their organs harvested? And I rather appreciate having my kidneys inside my body!”

“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theory sites,” Josh said – though he did slip a hand under his shirt, just to feel for any new scars. “Besides, I think we should have woken up in a bathtub full of ice if that was the case.”

“Nobody said our kidnappers had to be good at harvesting organs.”

“Excuse me!”

Both men looked up as the door on the far wall, just out of reach of their chains, opened, admitting a rather awkward-looking man with a scruffy beard and gapped teeth, dressed in a smart black suit and carrying an iPad. “Hello,” he greeted them, with a smile that didn’t seem entirely natural. “Would you like to play a game?”

Josh stared for a moment, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate way to respond to this. “Um. . .”

“What game?” James said, rolling his shirt back down and giving the newcomer a suspicious look. “Who are you?”

“Right, right, let me just. . .”

The man did something on his iPad, then held it up, displaying an image of a rather portly and extremely tall late-middle-aged man in glasses, sat upon an ornate golden throne. “GREETINGS, PEONS!” a powerful voice rang out from the tinny speakers. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am THE TASKMASTER! Your one true love, your reason for getting up in the morning, your NEW GOD AND MASTER! Over the next few days, I shall set you a series of tasks, overseen by my admin and general puppet-man Little Alex Horne! I shall score these tasks according to my whims, and at the end of our time together, whoever scores the most points wins the most valuable prize of all – THEIR LIFE! The loser will be killed in an appropriately ironic fashion. So play well, and amuse me. Puppet-man, I leave things in your hands. DON’T SCREW THIS UP!”

The recording ended in a burst of simulated static. The man – Alex – immediately pulled a piece of paper, folded and sealed with a red wax bearing a “TM” logo, out of his jacket and delivered it to Josh. “If you could just read that aloud, please?”

Completely and utterly baffled, Josh broke the seal and unfolded the paper. “‘Clean your half of this bathroom,” he read out. “‘Cleanest bathroom half wins. You have one hour. Your time starts now.’” He blinked, then looked up at Alex. “Clean – what? How?”

“All the information’s on the task,” Alex replied calmly, starting up a timer on his iPad.

Josh facepalmed into the paper. “Seriously? You’re going to be like this?”

“Well well well – looks like we’re going head to head on this one, Josh!” James said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. “And I plan to win – puppet-man! Get me a cabbage and a red dress.”

#dontoffendthebees #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #fanfic #taskmaster #saw #okay first things first #yes that is Josh Widdicombe and James Acaster #no I didn't pick them because they host Hypothetical together I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT XD #I picked them because Josh is everyone's favorite bullied champion #and James just one of my favorite British comedians in general #and come on his season (7) is one of the best of the series #I probably had a lot more fun than I should have imagining this scenario in everyone's voices #I hope you do too XD #queued

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brainrot-yumm · 9 days ago

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the dvd was a double feature and also had Batman & Robin on it and I have exactly 8 minutes to watch all of it before my parents come home

very sad the batman actor changed but that's just what happens sometimes. At least its the same batman character, probably

OH FUCK YEAH love that motorcycle

why tf is he crying

oh I LOVE the bloodshot eyes

that's. not how glass works. That's also not how the cold wor HE SAID THE LINE

ROBIN FUCKING FLEW?????????

Tget;re reakkt o. Sorry was too busy staring at metal arnold ass to type properly They're really pulling out all of the ice bits right at the beginning hu? I can only assume (that's not how dinos worked) that there has to be moore for later but ice is a very gimmicky thing

jesus there is a reliance on wire/harnessed jump movement in this movie huh. Also this is exactly the same intro as the first one

I. uh. I Hate. I hate these one liners if 'm honest. Especailly cause this batman is not ne. They're surfing. Every time I try to form analysis they start fucking doing something. freeze looks like dragon ball characters. Anyway especially cause this batman is not nearly as monotonous as the other one which makes all of his simple instructions not nearly as funny. He no longer acts like crimefighting is his average tuesday and everything is okay he like actually cares but in a much more boring way. Also Robin is dead he ain't surviving that. You're shocking his body and making his cells explode from sudden expanding you're an IDIOT batman

return of the insane scientist. I already love you a lot pamela.

oh. That's just A Frankenstein. That looks like the bastard child of the 60's tv show batcave and Frankenfurter's lab

super soldiar serum?? Really saying the quiet part out loud huh

on a side note this feels exactly like that opening of Catwoman (the bad one) so far

also the Frankenstein looks like Brian David Gilbert that one time he was on dropout VIPeople. Oh and now thats bane i guess

apparently they said this movie wasnt supposed to be gay? this seems very gay

btw side note I was think earlier: Isn't the implication that Pamela's last name should be pronounced eye-ley? Like isle? Like rhymes with ivy? Not izz-ley? Not eyes-ley? Eh whateva

another canceled funding project. I think there's a trend here. Either they should just fund mad scientists or take every canceled funding researcher and shoot them out back because this seems like a genre of people in Gotham

my parents came back and damn they IMMEDIATELY vetoed the movie for the rest of the night :(

I have been allowed to watch the rest of it

yeah sure okay

oh no. New Wayne is NOT good :/ THAT IS NOT MY WAYNE. NO WAYNE JOSE

oh. no reason to explain anything. He just survived somehow.

a theme!

a Theme!!! (the same theme as before)

no way they just left her body there. Seriously? Oh and of course she's stuper hot now of course. Oh but this is where the iconic audio comes from :) So I'm okay with it

she has an accent now?

I've always enjoyed Freeze's Dead Wife origin story. It's really tragic in a way that clashes so deeply heavily with the 60s live action tv show aesthetic

stop petting him :/

who is she talking to?

okay.

this might be my 13ths reason. I wouldn't want this any other way. Pamela what the fuck is wrong with you

they're oiled.

WOMAN NOISE ALERT

GOTYHCARD

okay so she really did do that huh. Do you think there was like a visible dent in the batman's codpiece or

and bane's just there

so she's a man-hating feminist except for the snow guy, the thing that notoriously doesn't mesh well with plants? Aight

glass isn't that fragile???

they're breaking up </3

yeah alfred is gonna super die

I love her venus flytrap cape but girl. Have more than one costume. also why are all evil people ex-scientists with cancelled funding and also green with red hair

why are there so many sparks it's just a race

oh that's epic sauce homie

don't put a cup on your ice music box girlfriend

YAY NEW OUTFIT

girl you gotta stop poisoning people. Make them kiss at least or something

she really needs to stop jaundicing bane

Batman is Mysogynistic and Robin is pro-nipple?

Where's the flock of lesbian women who would truly kill for Ivy?

HAH poison ivy! I am a gay man and as such the love ddust doesn't work!

What did she mean about an action figure.Does she know hes been goo'd

oh that was devastating of ivy to do.We love a catty bitch. Speaking of her twin bangs look very much like cat ears. Anyway horrid horrid woman <3

"adam and evil" . . . oh . . .

"I'm thinking straight now" never was before. Before i was a gay gay man

I could see Pamela and Harley (or whoever pamela wants to be with) doing some consensual intox shenanigans

this still reads as p gay tbh

rubber lips?!!?

okay but I haven't ever seen an autumn Ivybefore, girly looks great

batman face card saves the day

I have no words

why would you make your niece wear heels? That's so rude

cute reference

ew. none of you are little. stop that.

"Vengence isn't power" some of you batmans need to remember that

okay but so. Was that actually it for ivy? She just was pushed back into the plant she controlled. that was such an anticlimactic death if so. like there's no OKAY SHE'S FINE she's just in arkhm. Why is she in arkham? SHe was just pushed back into her own plant?!! okay cool whatever

i'm sad that alfred didn't die.

also barbara is way too quirky not like the other girls. Don't let her join.

Okay that like. Wasn't nearly as fun as the other one, but it had some good iconic moments. Ultimately it was written SUPER poorly, most of the main actors were really weak in their performance, poison ivy was the strongest by far but was given the worst script so it balanced back down. My favorite character was Bane and that's really saying something considering that he was monosyllabic. I couldn't stand the constant one-liner jokes, even 60's batman tv show knew how to balance it, this one went from funny to schlocky to pure annoying. The designs were fine, but kind of boring. I also think that the constant tone shifting (trying to force mourning and remorse into a goofy comedy plot instead of searching deep into the emotion and honesty that is a natural part of the genre for a deeper tone) and the clashing of audience maturity (making every mention of a theme overly blatant and patronizing while having a main character's entire shtick be boner pollen) leads to a very confusing, unengaging storyline, and they tried to fix this issue by adding more plots and characters. Making the most instead of the best. But what do I know, I'm just a weirdo online.

I'll definitely rewatch the first one, not so sure this one.

aight thats it bye

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bahamutgames · 5 months ago

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AFTERTHOUGHTS - ROUNDUP ROUND 17

January 2025

Hey hey, new year, new games to play! I took a break from playing stuff in December because I was feeling particularly down and wanted to enjoy my next big RPG in a better mood (it was Fantasian, I'm currently feeling better and playing it right now and enjoying it a lot!)

Ultimately it was the right choice, and now I'm really back with a desire to play a bunch of games! And I got some good gaming done in January, and now it's February... Soooo... Let's talk about what I played!!

Marvel vs Capcom Infinite & Beyond (December 21, 2024) - PC

OH MY GOD!! DID YOU HEAR, MARVEL VS CAPCOM IS IN THE NEWS AGAIN!!! I feel like I don't talk about it much, but even though I'm not a huge Marvel (or comic in general) fan, I AODRE Marvel vs Capcom. A genuinely lovely and incredibly fun fighting game series that's become very near and dear to my heart over the years (I just recently came to the conclusion that UMVC3 is one of my favorite fighting games of all time!) And you may also know I ADORE mods! I love modding and got really attached to it through Brawl mods and my love for Project M and have recently dived into TONS more Smash mods like P+ and Akenia Build!

So... imagine Project M... but for Marvel...

I'm sold. I actually LOVED Infinite, I thought it was a really underrated game in terms of its gameplay, a lot of its newcomers are AWESOME, the power stones are fun, I even like the story (though I dont remember much of the specifics, it's just a great idea for a plot with Ultron Sigma and X being the protagonist.) But when Beyond was announced I was BEYOND excited (ha) for it!! MORE MvCI? And they're fixing the admittedly pretty nasty graphics? YES PLEASE!!

I haven't played it an insane amount but I've played it a bit and so far it's WONDERFUL, the game genuinely looks AMAZING. The new OST rules (I particularly love the remix of the MvC theme in the menu and Zero's new theme rules! I also find it funny that they gave Gammorah She-Hulk's theme. It's a great song and I love playing as both of them lol). The new stages are awesome, the new costumes and colors are nice, and it's cool they're trying to change some balancing and moveset stuff. I'd love to see them add in AT LEAST 2 new characters from both sides of the battle, but I imagine something like that is WAAAAY down the line. No rush, they're already doing amazing work with this!

My only issues is that the Onslaught stage makes the game CHUG like crazy, just becomes unplayable for me. And also GOD DAMN THAT FINAL BOSS IS A PAIN IN THE ASS AND I WAS PLAYING ON NORMAL MODE!!

But other than those tiny nitpicks, nah MvCI:B rules! And I can't wait to see where it goes from here! I hope it shows that there's still an audience for the VS series, even if Marvel isn't the next foe for Capcom to take on. But in the mean time, I'm cool with an insanely high quality mod.

Side note: PLEASE MAKE MODS FOR FIREBRAND THAT ADD THE OTHER DEMON'S CREST GARGOYLES TO HIS MOVESET, I DON'T CARE THAT THEY DON'T ALL HAVE WINGS, DESIGN SOME CUTSOM WINGS FOR THEM!!

Panzer Dragoon (March 10, 1995) - Sega Saturn

And next up, for my first brand new game I beat in 2025, we have Panzer Dragoon! A series I have been LONG overdue to play! I love Dragons, I love Starfox and general Shmup/On Rail games, I love lowpoly graphics, I love tropical settings, and I love mixes of ancient/scifi technology. Panzer Dragoon is TAILOR MADE FOR ME. And yet, I haven't given it a chance yet. Mainly because Saturn Emulation wasn't that great for a long time, and Panzer Dragoon isn't super cheap (though not as bad as Saga.) But I decided to give it another shot this year, and found an emulator that takes a bit to understand, but works PERFECTLY! And so, I finally got to dip my toes into this series!

And uh... honestly?? This game was okay. Like, it has a COOL story and world. Like, people having to fight the strange experiments of a bygone civilization while the powers-that-be are constantly trying to resurrect them for their evil gain. And dragons are there? That RULES. I LOVE that shit. I love the graphics, and the music, and the design of the Blue Dragon are wonderful. I particularly enjoy the kind of odd design the Blue Dragon has, with it's big horned helmet, it's unique! And the fact it has fully animated cutscenes is pretty impressive I feel like, especially in a pre-starfox 64 world. The game is very compelling.

But honestly it just wasn't really the most exciting game for me. In fact, I felt like it was pretty lackluster from a gameplay perspective. I know I shouldn't compare it to Starfox 64, its one of my favorite games ever and Panzer Dragoon came out before it... But maaaan, there's just not much you can do in this game. No real movement techniques, movement is kinda stiff in general and I felt like I could barely dodge ANYTHING and instead had to rely on shooting it down. No bombs, no laser upgrades, no upgrades of any kind. Even lock on feels a little impactless to me? And it makes the whole game a little boring at best and frustrating at worst. Like, the main gimmick is that you can look in 360 degrees all around your dragon to fight attackers on all side. Cool! But when you're looking at another angle you lose the ability to dodge all projectiles. Not so cool. It's a neat idea but it's not really as exciting as I feel like it could be if you made more use of the buttons to give the player more techniques and tools. Maybe it's just me?

Gargoyle's Quest II (July 17, 1992) - NES

Speaking of Capcom series I don't talk about nearly enough. Did you all know I LOVE Firebrand? More specifically, Demon's Crest! It's one of my all time favorite games ever made!! But I hadn't really tried any of his other games until GQ1 was added to the NSO. It was fine, but not exactly what I want out of the series and not nearly as good as DC (an unfair comparison for sure). And then, GQ2 just never came to the service! So I forgot about it... UNTIL TheSeventhForce did their Firebrand video and it reminded me I never played it (one of my favorite channels atm btw you should totally watch their stuff!!) And now I finally made the time to play it and complete the Firebrand trilogy! How did it stack up compared to the other 2?

Eh, it's tough to say. Obviously it's not as good as DC again, but that's still an unfair comparison. And when compared to GQ1 it's get a little trickier. It looks way nicer, the NES sprites are actually very good looking. It's faster cause there's no random encounters this time. And it probably controls better and the plot is maybe more interesting? But idk, it was just a little more boring maybe. I don't remember any of the music or anything and sad to say, it just didn't leave the most impactful impression on me. But it was fine! Like, it wasn't bad or anything. Just kind of unremarkable in the grand scheme of things. However, if they ever do that Firebrand Trilogy Remake they mentioned in the Capcom Survey, I think they could totally make this and GQ1 REALLY nice with some improvements and mechanics pulled from DC. But in the mean time, it is nice to have finally played this whole trilogy :)

I will also say, now I have a better understanding of what I think a new Firebrand game should be if the series ever got a reboot of some kind. I won't go into too much detail but I think they should just fully embrace the RPG inspired parts of the Gargoyle Quest games and make the next one a full blown JRPG. And since the series never really had turnbased stuff, and even GQ1 used platforming in its combat, you could totally make it an Action RPG! And what I'm getting at here is that the Tales of team should make a Gargoyle's Quest / Demon's Crest JRPG Reboot.

Panzer Dragoon II Zwei (March 22, 1996) - Sega Saturn

Speaking of Panzer Dragoon... Did you all know there was a sequel to it? I actually don't think I was aware of this game until recently (I thought Saga was next). But I was never one to not be thorough, so, I had to give the sequel a shot too!

Zwei is more of the same, cool world, cool plot, cool cutscenes, you ride a dragon. But this one improves on the first a LOT in my opinion. For starters, you can actually maneuver your dragon in a more meaningful way, allowing you to actually dodge enemy fire. The game on the whole just feels better to control and play, like it's considerably more polished. And while they didn't add a ton of upgrades or techniques your dragon can preform. There is now a bar at the bottom of the screen, and when it's full you can preform a screen wipe / deal massive damage to the boss. It's small, it's not really groundbreaking, but it's COOL and makes the game feel that much more engaging. But I think the most interesting change is the fact your dragon can mutate based on how well you play the game!! This is REALLY cool and I can only imagine how interesting it could've been if different mutations allowed for different control, blasters, or sub weapons you could use in levels. However, I'm not sure if this mechanic will return in the future games. We'll have to see. In the meantime here's what mine looked like by the end of the game, again a very interesting and unique look for the dragon. I like their use of oddly shaped helmets for them.

And building off that concept of lost potential, yeah the game still isn't perfect. Once again looking around you isn't used that amazingly, and some of the bosses are real damage sponges this time around. Similarly, what was UP with that final battle? The camera for the first time ever is jumping all around the arena and it was genuinely a little stomach churning with the way it's snapping all over the place. It certainly was an improvement over the first, though. No question about it, and I hope to see some big improvements on your options in Saga and Orta.

And yes. My Saturn emulator works like a charm. I've played Panzer Dragoon AND Zwei... That means it's finally time. Next time I return to the world of Panzer Dragoon... It's finally time to play Saga. I can't believe it.

Bombing!!: A Graffiti Sandbox (May 18, 2021) - PC

Next up is a really tiny game where there's not too much to talk about. But it's an indie game so I still wanted to give it some attention and love. Bombing is pretty much exactly what it says on the tin, a graffiti sandbox! You just walk around small areas and do some graffiti! It's simple, but it's a lot of fun. There's no goal, you just take your time drawing stuff in quiet night time locations in a city. Listen to music, experiment with different tools. The works.

I don't have too much to say except it's really cute and you probably own it if you've bought any of those big relief bundles, cause it was in a few of them! If you're looking for something small to play and draw with for a bit, it's a good time!

BUT, I have to give it one point of criticism. It's unnerving to me. IDK WHY!! But for some reason cozy first person games where there's NO NPCs while you just do your own thing in silence freak the FUCK out of me. Power Wash Simulator is genuinely so unnerving to me aha. And this one takes place at night so it's even worse. But it's still cute.

Bayonetta 2 (September 20, 2014) - Wii U

ITS FINALLY TIME FOR PEAK ONCE AGAIN!! I played Bayonetta 1 back in 2023 and was blown away by just how amazing it was. And so I went into Bayo 2 with high expectations. I've heard it was just better from my friends and also, I prefer her character design in this one a lot more! I just like the short hair over the bee hive lol.

Overall I'd say Bayonetta 2 is more of the same but clearly much more polished. Combat feels nicer, movement in general feels nicer, and those graphics. GOD DAMN THIS GAME LOOKS GOOD!! I was seriously blown away by how amazing the cutscenes looked, I dont think I've played anything this hyper realistic made for Wii U, and I'm genuinely impressed it was able to do graphics that look this stunning. I also liked the new story, it's nice seeing Bayo adapt to her new life and hanging out with Jeanne. I thought the whole plot with her saving Jeanne from hell was really cool and it was nice to fight some demons this time. I like teaming up with Bayo's parents, I'm shocked this series has had 2 child main characters and neither of them were annoying, Snake within was SO COOL I can't believe the animal transformations aren't in smash, Bayonetta pole dancing on the ISS before shooting it at the final boss was AMAZING! The whole game is just as exciting and over the top as the first, and I'm SO glad they didn't tone anything down! In fact, it felt even hornier and even more violent than the first, I'm blown away Nintendo let them do all this stuff lol. I liked the new summons like the frog, and I loved do boxing matches between the giant summons. Bayonetta is still awesome!

But, I still have a lot of the same problems with it as I did the first. Easy is too easy, hard is too hard ect ect. Like all character action games I just cannot be bothered to care about combat when it's stuff like X,Y,X,X,Y,Y,Y,X ect ect. But for me. I do just feel like this one dragged a little bit towards the end. Like, it wasn't as exciting in the final moments as the first one was? I'd argue the plot was easier to follow than the first, but I still found myself more bored by the ending than I did the first one. However, it certainly did pick up for the final boss. Maybe I would've liked it more if it had focused on fighting Hell's forces the whole way through, cause I can't help but feel like the Loki stuff almost got in the way of it and Jeanne's revival felt a little rushed? Idk

Over all though, yeah it's more good as fuck Bayonetta fun. Bayonetta rules, and I'm... interested to find out why everyone hates 3 so much. Oh well, even if 2 maybe wasn't as life changing as 1, I still think it was probably over all a better game. Maybe... Maybe I just think she's hotter in this one... Idk. Bayo is cool.

Fatal Fury 2 (November 26, 1993) - SNES

They put Fatal Fury on NSO. I pay for the damn thing so I'm gonna play some Fatal Fury!! I've played my share of SNK fighting games in recent times, but I still feel like I haven't played enough of their stuff. So any excuse to try more is always appreciated.

Not much to say on this one cause I'm a coward and played it with super easy settings, but yeah Fatal Fury 2 was neat! I'm actually still really impressed with the graphics and music in this game, I don't know if it was higher quality on the arcade cabinet but it looks pretty damn good even if it was compromised in any way to get it on SNES. I was particularly really thrilled when I saw it had a light day/night cycle where the time of day changes between rounds. More fighting games need that NOWADAYS, but this game was doing it on the SNES. Also while I couldn't really get the hang of the lane system (something I remember struggling with when I tried FF1 when Terry was announced for Smash, and also struggled with in Guilty Gear Isuka lol) I feel like the idea of having a fighting game take place on multiple lanes COULD be really cool. Especially if they were to make attacks that traveled between lanes or could be angled? Idk.

Another random small detail I have to give this game some love for is that the final boss music is actually being played by a band in the background. Such a cute detail. Neat game :)

#2025 #thoughts #roundup

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ducknotinarow · 2 years ago

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Casey is just going to, casually, curl an arm around Raph's hip, and give a tug. Their grip was strong enough to get the Terrapin to move an inch, Casey trying to encourage Raphael onto his lap, but not so strong they couldn't easily break away if they weren't comfortable with the idea. The blush on Casey's face was burning as he did this though, blue hues flickering between Raph and his lap as he gave another tug. He knows he needs to be direct with Raphael, but he's hoping the bonehead has enough sense to clock onto what he's trying to get them to do right now.

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Raphael dose smirks just faintly to himself as he gazes over to the side watching Casey little move. The whole cliched as hell gesture of the fake stretch out of his arm before he moved to let said arm rest over the back of the couch oh but oops its on your shoulders instead. Dork. Is all the turtle can think but he doesn't mind it one bit he won't say it but it's cute. So he reciprocates by moving in just a little closer, letting his thigh press in against Casey's own. A way to sort of flirt back with the idiot. But Casey didn't seem to just stop there once Raph was closer he could feel Casey's arm move down so it would curl around his hip. Leaving their arm free to drag over Raphael's scales, if he could Raph knew the small touch would leave him with goosebumps. Which slightly annoys him how one little move could work on him as Casey tugs him in. No resistance on the turtles end as he finds him self in the strong embrace of Casey's hold. Not quite catching what they were up to he simply sticks to being brought in closer to them.

Casey was pretty physically affectionate after all laying an arm over Raph or play wrestling with him. So, sure Raph sort of just assumed that was just more of what was going on here. Way all to aware of how Casey's hand rested on his hip right now, did make a shiver work down his spine, the spot burned. Trying to just keep focused on the TV but he honestly couldn't care for whatever they were watching anymore. Or pretend he even knew. Before Raph can really think on how to reciprocate he feels another tug, he's nearly glued to Casey side right now. Sure he liked, okay more than liked being right up against the guy but still.

"Case what are ya doin' I can' get any closer to youes 'han ya got me!" Raphael turns to look at them now, Raphael was not much for subtle despite the whole ninja training under his belt. Always more a direct approach guy. As slightly snaps at Casey. "Jeez ya pull me over any more and 'm basically be right on top of- oh."

Slowly pieces came together as he noticed the blush tinting Casey's tanned skin. How their blue eyes flicker slightly towards their own lap and then returned their gaze back to the turtle himself. They didn't offer any verbal response just another tug. Now Raphael seems to follow that was exactly what Casey wanted. "bonehead"

Is all the turtle grumbles before looking down to Casey's lap not fully sure how he wanted him to sit, Raph did move once he had it all figured out. Swinging his leg over and following the motion as he set his hand on to Casey's shoulder. Straddling their lap as he find his new seat on Casey's legs. The perfect little perch to call his throne as he settles in getting comfortable. Eyeing the way Casey smirks his way once having Raph in his lap. Raph's not sure if its because he got his way or because Raph didn't exactly show any resistance to the idea. near about jumping at the chance. Feeling Casey's hands rest on to his hips. Eyeing how they still were sporting that blush to their face. Raphael moves to brush Casey's hair back, letting his fingers push deep blue strands of hair past Casey's ears. As he let his hands cup the sides of Casey's face in his hands. Just soaking in Casey's looks. That damn smirk, those deep blue ocean eyes before he knocked their foreheads together. His affections were rare but didn't mean he didn't like showing it to Casey, as he stoles a short lived kiss from Casey's lips. Loving how soft they were.

"Idiot" he says it softly in his husky tone, its not said but it's in his tone, a claim that Casey was his idiot. It's still cute though Casey feeling a need to play at little games to flirt and get his turtle closer to him. Not that Raphael fully understood why they wanted him in his lap. Did he mind it? Not really. Kind of liked it. How close it let him be to Casey, plastron against their shapely chest. Getting to soak in Casey's warmth from where he sat. Raphael shift to get more comfortable in his position as he focused on Casey's lips. Snout brushing against Casey's nose, as he leaned in again beak meeting Casey's mouth. Once more all the turtle can think is just how soft Casey's lips were, how tasteful and addictive it was making him lean in to them as he let himself get lost to the feeling he had so many times.

Rapahel focused on the pair of lips pressed to his beak as he can feel Casey's fingers dig into the flesh of his hips. A small blow of air escapes his mouth a content sigh break between them. Trying to keep back that damn sound he feels Casey's trying to work out of him with the motion right now, but there's a faint bubble in the back of his throat. As he can feel Casey squeeze at his thigh, Raphael moved a hand back to cradled the back of Casey's hair. Letting fingers dig into the soft hair letting them comb through them. He can feel something wet swipe over his beak, and he parts his mouth the second his mind can clock in on it being Casey's tongue. Nibble against Casey's bottom lip, always mindful not to bite down too hard but making use of the sharp edges his teeth had. He can feel Casey start to pull back, but the red banded turtle had only a slight taste and clearly was already starting to crave more. Lunging forward as he slammed their mouths together. Letting teeth class a moment. Suddenly needy as he found Casey's tongue. And their little battle picked up. No different than when Casey would suddenly tackle him to start up a game of play wrestling they left them nothing but a tangle mess of limbs. Grabbing at any part of the other, rolling over the floor. As bodies pressed in against one another. Raph finds himself pressing down against Casey as his mind slowly fogs over with the image playing in his head. Hand moving to drop and find home on Casey's biceps.

Feeling over the tone muscles as he let his thumbs work small circles to dig in to Casey's flesh. Engaging in a battle of dominance as Raphael pushing past Casey's teeth, melting in against them he can't help but let the pleasant churr purr out against Casey as he grounds his hips down against Casey's pelvis. Just eating and feeding into the whole moment he easily loses himself in the heat of it all that he nearly misses the feeling of Casey breaking their kiss. Mouths parted enough to breath between them, Raph can feel how Casey's deep husky voice comes across his beak as they seem unable to help themself. He can hear the smirk tugging at the corner of Casey mouth calling him princess just now. Soon Raph's hold changes from a clear desperate desire for them to gripping at the collar of their red tank. Pressing his face against Casey's those churrs turning into low growls.

"I may be in ya lap but don' 'hink I won't kick ya fine ass!" They both know know Raphael was nothing but all bark likely why Casey only smiles at him the damn fuck smirk still on their face. It clearly from the color now painting Raph's face, he doesn't fully hate that little nickname. But he dose feel called out when ever Casey uses it. So easily worked into their lap, and how suddenly the turtles sought out Casey's touch and more from the simple closeness it brought them. Raph can't deny the need he fall into even from turtle habits getting the better of him. Casey calls him out again with a simple 'sure princess' and it only makes the red in Raph's face grow hotter.

Raphael make another shift spreading out on legs as he sets his knee on to Casey's legs now, pushing between them so they spared out across the cushions. Grip on the red fabric between his hands only grows tighter. He fucking hates that nickname. Ignoring the fact that isn't true in the slightest or he would have told Casey that. Calling him princess was like pointing out just how easy Raphael was to roll over and let them have him. There's really nothing wrong with it but when you pride is as huge as Raphael's? it a sure fire way to go and rile up the guy. And Casey just seems to eat up the fact one word alone seemed to work up the turtle. How Raphael felt his next action would somehow change their turn or mind on this, could only be blamed on the clearly growing tightens in his shell. As he slips his knees in closer letting it rub in against the crotch of Casey's joggers. The thinner fabric made it so much easier to feel the outline of their dick. Earning a deep moan from Casey.

"Say it again I dear youes." Raphael threatens letitng his breath beat against Casey's mouth, what exactly was the threat here? Cause the singles couldn't be blamed for getting a slight mixed. As Raphael worked his knee against Casey's crotch. Sure if he wanted her could go for the dirty tactic and knees Casey in the ever so sensitive area. But Raphael may play dirty at times he wouldn't do that if hes clearly trying to work up Casey with the motion and touch. All he's getting is that damn knowing smug smirk from his boyfriend. Only Casey seemed able to rile him up in such a way and Raphael swears they get off to it. "I fuckin' hate you." He says they both know that's a lie. "I ain't a fuckin' princess dickweed." Is all he goes to add before beak in planted firmly against Casey's mouth once again.

Casey took the turtle in to his arms. Making it easier for them so they didn't have to lean forward so much to meet their kiss. Raph letting go of Casey shirt, unsatisfied till they were close together once again. Plastron glued to Casey's wide broad chest. Not a single protest between them when thier bodies came closer. The faint sensation of Casey's hands working over his shell gives Raphael dull satisfaction. Despite how it may seem he could feel how Casey's touch trailed over ever groove of it.

This is why he hated that damn nickname. It gave Casey something over him, how much it just shows how he needs and wants them that he allows it. Smug bastard seemed aware of it too. Raphael is pleased at least when they both break from the kiss at the same time. Forehead resting against the others as thar slowly catch thier breath. Raphael can feel his body humming from it alone. Letting his head fall into the crook of his neck when he caughtes sight of that damn look. Letting teeth sink into Casey's skin. A faint warning to his bite as he pulled back and planted a kiss to the skin. Now sporting Raphael’s marking. Before he continues mapping out his kisses along thier skin. Raphael had clearly been hitting his limit, he could drop at any second here. But fuck if he was giving Casey that satisfaction.

Even with his lust boiling in the moment. Soaking up every touch from Casey, even ifnit came with the simply taunt. He pressed his knee in further against Casey's confined cock moving to straddle on of thier thighs to ground himself slightly. He wants Casey to break first tell him he wants him. Then he'll let Casey have him he decides. Eger mouth pressed against Casey's neck. Follow bites far more gentle nibbles, love bites to decorate Casey with. As he gently nibbled against their Adam's apple. Letting his tounge slip out and drag across the smooth skin. Bathing Casey in his hit heated breath. Every inch wanted Casey so bad in the moment, but his pride was winning here. A rough lick given as Raph let his hands work between their bodies. Hiking Casey shirt up. He knew thier weak spot as he let hands trail up to chest. The well defined muscle just begging to be felt over. As Raph wasn't shy to take a good handful of Casey's firm developed pecs into his hands. Thumbs feeling over nipples in small gentle circles.

Raph dose soak up the sound of Casey's moans vibrating out from thier vocal chords. Is it possible to have a kink for that? Or was it lole a voice kink? Either way he dose softly churr over the sound and feeling. Needing more and he gentle drags his teeth over that spot thar got it out of Casey. Fuck he loved that reaction so much.

Just keep making that noise, Raphael thinks to himself. As he contuies to bite and lick over thier neck. Tail easily waging behind him. Just contuing like this till hear hears the faints hint of a want from Casey. Any tempting to bule ball casey is in the futherest corner of him mind right now at least. Due to the unbearably tighten in his shell Casey was safe from Raphael being thar much of bastard right now. Suddenly he gets what he wants and pulls away from Casey neck loving the blush on there face, lifting a hand to cup thier face as his thumb stroke over the bright red coloring. Once again leaning it to tap his forhead to Casey's. Chuuring against thier mouth as he just keeps close to them for a moment. "Idiot."

#muse| hamato raphael #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ if you jumped off a bridge its only cause i did first -aflockoffeathers]#[ 03 verse]#muse interaction #ic reply #tw: suggestive #really they just making out though XD #((how to work up your turtle uwu invite him into you lap nad then piss him off cause raph's aggressive even in love and affection #uwu))#and sex of course u///u even if I didnt go that far in this pretty sure Casey got a lot of his princess' turtle sounds working uwu))

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thebluestbluewords · 1 year ago

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tumblr can have a little VK banter. As a treat.

“It doesn’t matter what we did,” Jay points out, stepping up to your left hand side. “We won’t be getting anyone else out unless we have an Auradon to bring them out to.”

“Jay’s right. We need to focus on saving what we can, not fighting about what we already did.” Evie agrees, moving up to your right side. Four hearts as one, baby. You’re still a united front against the pirates, Gil and his charming flattery be damned. “We’ll stick together until Auradon is safe again, and then we’ll get more kids out.”

“Kids,” Uma scoffs. “Not us. Not Harriet. Hadie. Diego. Anyone old enough to be useful.”

“Look–”

Behind her, one of the knights twitches on his raised platform.

Shit.

“RUN!”

Uma whirls around at the sound of the knight lifting his morningstar. “SHIT.”

You grab her arm. “We can fight later, run now!”

She rips her arm out of your grasp. “HARRY. SMASH HIM.”

Harry Hook swings his sword into the knight’s head, and is met with a puff of brilliant pink smoke.

The knight turns towards him. Its arm looks rusty. This section of the castle is mostly classrooms, and if you’re remembering correctly, Evie’s chemistry class sets off the fire alarm at least once a week, which means plenty of opportunities for water damage, which means behind that rust is probably, if you’re lucky, which you never are, some actual vulnerability.

“His arm!” Evie shouts. “Hit his arm! He’s one of the oldest knights, you can break his arm off if you hit the rusty patch!”

“WHAT DO YE THINK I”M DOING???” Harry screams back. “HAVING A FUCKIN’ PICNIC WITH IT??”

“GIL.”

Gil’s shiny blond head pops up on Harry’s other side, too far away from the knight to do any damage. “Uma?”

“Gil, kill it.” Uma commands. “Don’t let it smash Harry’s head in.”

“OH THANK YE MUCH.”

my brain is going brrrrr about my overly ambitious choose your own adventure fic again.

I’m maybe having too much fun writing about Gil.

#Gil is just here to smash things and make friends #Harry is seeing opportunities for violence everywhere he does and tbh he’s so valid for that #my fic #(technically)#don’t expect to see this chapter anytime soon lmao but know that I AM constantly thinking about it.

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jeonsweetpea · 7 days ago

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Desire Me, Damn Me [final]

KPOP Demon Hunters!AU | Jinu x Hunter!Reader

genre: smut, lil comedy, e2l

rating: explicit

description: You’d be damned if you owed that demon a favor. When he asks to meet, you make a salacious deal in exchange for his continued silence. You tell yourself it’s just business, but your denial gives way to a burning desire that makes you question your existence, your purpose, and worse… your heart.

word count: 9.8k

warnings: cussing, kissing, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, lots of orgasm edging, virgin!OC, sneaky sex, belly bulge (he’s hung in his demon form okay), it’s vanilla at first → rough sex, balcony sex, claws, long demon tongue, breast play, little blood, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulation, sprinkles of comedy

a/n: Think of the reader as Rumi! I also incorporated dialogue from the movie into this, so *spoilers* if you haven’t seen it (the film is incredible, so please watch it). The Saja Boys refused to take my soul until I finished, whomp whomp. I struggled with the smut scenes, so please let me know if you enjoyed them! I love fangirling together. Hehe. I ADORE comments and read every single one, too.

“Teddy bears and choo-choo trains? Really?”

Unbelievable. You’re on your knees on a rooftop of all places, trying to provide him a service, and all he can focus on are your pajama bottoms?

You look up at him with your mouth agape, stunned to silence. He closes his fist like he’ll pump it, but his voice suddenly drops to a whisper.

“Choo-choo…” he breathes, moving his fist slowly up and down.

Your confusion twists into a menacing scowl. As you extend your wrist, your hunter’s sword is summoned from an intricate swirl of neon blue and violet light beams. Once it materializes, you thrust it upwards with an aggressive grunt.

“Whoa!” the demon yelps as he dodges in the nick of time.

You stand up and lash out, swinging the blade in unpredictable arcs. Yet he evades each attack with infuriating precision, as if it were a dance.

“I could’ve told your friends what you are,” he reminds you as you slam your sword in a vertical slash. Unfortunately, he’s already vanished, disappearing into a swirl of magenta mist.

You turn around, scanning the rooftop in its entirety for him. Its four ridges form a square perimeter, rising sharply and dipping inward to a hollow courtyard. The ridge he stands on is directly opposite yours—a narrow spine of curved, blue tiles, providing just enough distance between you to make an attack impossible.

“But I didn’t, did I?” he continues, his voice cutting through the silence. “Because they don’t know.”

A low growl bubbles in your throat, but you swallow it, opting for revulsion. “And I intend to keep it that way. Even if it means making a deal with someone like you.”

He paces along the ridge, arms loose by his sides. You match his steps, walking in tandem, balanced upon the narrow spine of the roofline.

“Someone like me?” he replies, a sharp edge in his words. “We’re the same. You’re a demon girl. A hunter. Hiding, walking around free in the human world.”

“Just hunter,” you correct, “not demon.”

He stops walking, looking back over the ridge. “Then how’d you get the patterns?”

Demons bear intricate marks across their skin—violet “patterns.” Did he expect you to dump your life story about how your mother was a hunter and your father was a demon?

You halt your steps, feeling your chest tighten. “That’s none of your business.”

His eyes soften, like he’s pitying you. It fuels your anger further. “I know what it feels like to have them.”

“Feel?” you spat. “You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.”

He gives you an incredulous glare at the assumption. “Is that what you think? That’s all demons do. Feel our shame, our misery.” His wallowing in self-pity is brief, and a smirk soon breaks through, erasing his previous vulnerability. “Our… lust.”

You tighten your grip on the blade. “Don’t misunderstand. This is simply a business meeting, not lust.”

“Oh? You could’ve offered me anything for keeping your secret,” he says with a teasing lilt. “Yet the first thing that you came up with was giving me a blowjob.”

You roll your eyes. “To get ahead is to give head, or whatever the saying is.”

He brings his hands together in a slow, deliberate applause. Though surprise glints in his eyes, he doesn’t flinch. “Wow… in all my 400 years of living, I’ve never heard such a saying. You’re horny.”

Words catch in your throat as you rack your brain to formulate a proper comeback.

“No! I wasn’t thinking! Besides, you accepted the offer!”

He arches a brow. “Because you told me to shut up and take my pants off. Was I not supposed to obey?”

“You can forget about it now,” you huff.

He shrugs, kicking at some loose debris on the shingles. “That’s fine with me. You’re not my type anyway.”

“What?! I’m everyone’s type!”

“So you offer this… salacious little deal to just anyone?” His low chuckle makes every nerve in your body ignite. You stiffen your stance, clutching the blade handle like your life depends on it, while he strolls across the ridge. The distance between your bodies closes until your sword rests against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

He leans in just enough for the blade to kiss the fabric of his hoodie.

“Do it.”

He’s bluffing, right? Your brain screams to go through with it, but your heart falters like it knows you’d be making a mistake.

“I came here to talk about your patterns,” he says, voice dropping an octave lower. “But maybe I had other reasons too.”

“Like what?”

He tilts his head slightly, and a wide grin forms. “Maybe I’m just as horny as you.”

You press harder until the blade punctures the fabric—a warning. “Shut up.”

“It’s okay, you know. If you desire me the same way I desire you.”

“Who says I do?” Jinu steps forward again, causing the sword to draw a faint line of crimson. The puncture is not deep enough to cripple—his reaction lacking—but enough to freak you out. “What are you doing?! Get back!”

He extends his hand toward you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your collarbone. Your demon patterns flare to life, the neon purple glow unmistakable beneath your skin.

“Yours are a reminder too,” he murmurs. “A shame of your own. A shame you can never escape…”

Shame. Shame for not being fully human nor demon—a cursed feeling that’s burdened you your entire life. But the current shame you’re feeling is different. Invasive. Like a disease that’s been plaguing you since the day you crossed paths, and he had bumped into you.

Back then, he hadn’t even offered a helping hand when you fell. Now that same hand is cradling your face like it’s fragile enough to shatter. He leans in closer, pupils dilating, and the sword draws more blood. It’s unsettling how he doesn’t flinch.

“Jinu…”

“If you want to repay me for keeping your secret,” he whispers, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “then give me your desire.”

You want to hit him. Hell, you’re already stabbing him. It’d be over in a second—the tension, the temptation, the madness. But when you glance down and see crimson drip along the steel, a silent alarm goes off in your head.

And against everything you believe in… you kiss him.

The intention is to save him. At least that’s what you tell yourself, but deep down you know better. Shame coils tighter around your ribs, yet you feel lighter. Freer.

His eyes widen in surprise, then soften as his body relaxes, savoring the moment. Neither of you moves, not really. The kiss—if you can even call it that—feels too pure for what you are. What you both are.

That’s when you suddenly pull away. It’s like you’ve been plunged into ice-cold water, effectively shocking you awake to your treacherous actions.

“No, this is wrong.” You don’t look at him directly, as if you’re trying to convince yourself more than him.

“Why?”

Is this what your mother went through? Did she bury her desires for your father until it twisted into something unbearable?

“We can’t be together. It’s forbidden. I’ve sinned.”

His gaze never wavers; it’s warm and dangerously loving. “I love your sins.”

“You’d be the only one. You crazy—“

He inches forward again, chasing your lips, and you feel the sword impale him deeper in the chest. Your instinct is to yank it out, but he clutches your wrist to keep you still.

“J-Jinu!”

You freeze. His lips press against yours once more. Jinu’s eyes are closed; yours are open wide like you’re in a horror movie. Your hands tremble in his, but he moves his lips as a gentle reminder that this is real. That he’s not afraid.

You give in. Just for a moment, you pretend like he’s not your enemy. Your eyes flutter shut, and he tilts his head to find the best angle. It feels more natural this time.

A demon like him doesn’t deserve to live. It’s obvious. So why is it that, when he deepens the kiss, you’ve never felt more alive?

It’s your blade’s noisy hum that snaps you back to reality. All your ancestors who wielded it before you must be rolling over in their graves, sending you a distress call to wake up.

You have to push him off.

The blade tears away from his body with a sickening squelch. He stumbles back, clutching his chest with a wince. And like magic, you see his wounds seal themselves up gradually as if they were never there. He chuckles when your ogling eyes linger a second too long on his body. The torn fabric had revealed the sharp lines of his toned abdomen and his beautiful skin.

“Get away from me,” you say, voice shaking.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says in a gentle tone, like you’re some kitten who will run away if spooked.

“I’m not ashamed.”

He holds his arms up in surrender and backs away a few steps when you raise your weapon once more.

“Denial. I get it. I was once there too. I’ll be here when you’re done pretending.”

“There won’t be a next time!” you yell, slashing the blade in another vertical strike.

But there’s no body to strike. The only thing left of him is magenta mist, and you shout in frustration to the cold night sky.

Trying not to think about Jinu is impossible. It doesn’t matter if you drown yourself in long rehearsals or endless ramen/kimbap breaks.

Zoey, your energetic and ever-passionate bandmate, keeps dragging you back into it with her endless pages of song lyrics dedicated to taking down the Saja Boys. However, something about them left you feeling icky inside.

There was so much hate. Too much. The lyrics bleed with venom for all demons, saying all they deserve is an eternity of misery. You can’t ignore the sinking feeling in your chest that something was wrong.

Then came the joint fansigning. The Saja Boys’ popularity had skyrocketed, so instead of losing half your fanbase, you came up with the brilliant idea to have the boys sit with your group.

Of course, he ends up next to you.

“Should I tell them?” he murmurs under his breath, the teasing lilt back in his voice.

“No,” you snap through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna tell them. Eventually.”

Your forced proximity doesn’t go unnoticed. One fan gets excited and shows off her shirt, and you don’t know what’s worse: the bold letters declaring your unofficial ship name or the cartoonish drawing of you on Jinu’s back.

To top it off, she gave him angel wings.

Angel wings.

You put on your best camera-ready smile and autograph more posters like there isn’t bile bubbling in your throat.

“I’m not gonna talk to someone who’s helping Gwima,” you say in a hushed whisper.

“I’m helping myself,” Jinu whispers back. “Look. If I help him, he’s promised to erase my memories. And those voices in my head will be gone.”

You’re unsure exactly what kind of voices Gwima’s been torturing him with, but you don’t care enough to inquire further.

“Pathetic,” you sneer.

“I’m pathetic?”

He leans in too close for comfort, whispering a soft taunt, “You can’t even talk about your patterns.”

The way his voice gets underneath your skin makes you want to punch his face, but you stomp his foot under the signing table instead. Can’t let the fans see you lose your cool after all.

“Ahh!” he moans, biting back the urge to scream.

“You want me to talk about my patterns? I hate them. Just like how I hate demons. How I hate Gwima,” you hiss.

You don’t miss how his eyes grow dim. You meant every word, but didn’t consider them affecting him.

“Do you hate me?”

His words hang in the air, but not a peep comes out of you. That question is charged, dangerous, and you know whatever answer you gave would damn you both.

Fortunately, a little girl comes up to the table with a picture she drew for Jinu. You stand up and start applauding.

“Woo! Jinu, everybody!” you exclaim.

Saved.

You toss and turn for the sixth time tonight. Your body feels drained, but your brain is buzzing as if hooked on caffeine. With a frustrated sigh, you flop onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

“Do you hate me?”

That question loops in your head. Hate Jinu? That would be hypocritical. Biologically speaking, you shouldn’t even exist. From the very beginning, you were and still are a mistake.

It isn’t Jinu you hate. It’s yourself. Having to hide your patterns, your identity—it was suffocating you. Even your voice, your greatest weapon, is failing you now. You can’t sing anymore. Every high note is strained, like your vocal cords are being sandpapered.

And Jinu? He doesn’t hide anything. Not his nature. Not his hunger. Not even his desire.

You envy that kind of freedom. Being wanted felt good. Addictive, even. You just wanted to be free of expectations, even for one night.

Rising from your bed, you peer down at your uninvited guests sprawled out on the floor. One perks up as soon as you stand, accidentally knocking your waste bin with a flick of its oversized paw. It tries to fix it, but its paws are far too clumsy to steady it properly. You giggle and kneel down, setting the bin upright.

“It’s okay, Derpy.”

That’s Jinu’s tiger—the one he sent to deliver his first letter leading to your first private encounter. Ever since then, the creature’s been attached to you. It’s always accompanied by its magpie buddy, an odd bird with six yellow eyes and a tiny black hat. You don’t know why he has the hat, but it brings a smile to your face anyway.

This time, it’s your turn, and you slip a letter into Derpy’s mouth. A bright blue portal blooms beneath its paws, and the animal duo sinks into the floor. They’re immediately teleported to the demon world, where human souls soar through the magenta sky like comets, leaving behind a trail of blue as they enter Gwima.

Jinu watches them from below, his eyes crestfallen, but he perks up once he sees the invitation in Derpy’s mouth.

He doesn’t hesitate. The moment he reads your letter, he heads straight to the destination mentioned. Now he’s leaning against the stone wall, eyes scanning the horizon while he waits.

“She wants to meet, and she’s late?” he mutters, annoyed.

You land onto the wall’s upper ledge, landing in a low crouch like Spider-Man. A mischievous grin is plastered on your face. It doesn’t take long for him to notice your presence, and his reaction is pure gold.

“AHH!” He clutches his heart, chest heaving like he’s about to pass out. “You made me come all this way out here just to jumpscare me?”

You jump down beside him. “Follow me.”

He obliges and walks with you. “Well, I’m glad you’re finally ready to talk. Although you could’ve picked somewhere nicer for a date.”

“Ew!” You stop dead in your tracks. “What are you talking about?!”

Jinu casually holds up the card, pinched between his forefinger and middle finger. The bold white font clearly states: SAVE THE DATE.

“That doesn’t mean—ugh…” You sigh. Why did the last card from your stationery hoard have to say that? “You’re so old. This is strictly a business meeting.”

He holds both hands up in surrender. “Okay. Loud and clear.”

As you walk side by side, you explain to Jinu that there’s another way he can earn his freedom. If Huntrix wins the Idol Awards, then the Honmoon will be sealed. He won’t have to deal with hearing those voices anymore.

“What makes you think the Honmoon can save a guy like me?”

You glance up at him. “Because if there’s no hope for you, what hope is there for me? You tried to help your family and made a mistake… but I am a mistake.”

With that, you leap high into the air onto the familiar roof. It’s the same one where you were truly alone with Jinu. He follows suit, landing behind you with a grunt and a half-panicked yelp from almost slipping.

“Whoa—!”

You don’t have it in you to laugh.

“I’ve been a mistake since the moment I was born.” You spin around slowly to face him, your eyes hollow. “So what’s one more mistake, hmm? Drop your pants.”

Jinu blinks. “What?”

You’re already putting your hair up with the emergency scrunchie on your wrist like you’re about to go to war. He swallows hard, trying not to stare, trying even harder to ignore how tight his pants have suddenly gotten.

“Did you not hear what I said? Take your pants off.”

“Okay, I’m getting a sense of déjà vu here…” he says, backing away slowly. He stops just short of the slope’s edge. “I know I’m a demon, but don’t you think it’s cliche to assume all we care about is sex?”

“I told you this was a business meeting. You make sure the Saja Boys lose, and I’ll give you this in return.”

You get down on your knees, straddling one leg on each side of the curved spine of the roofline. It’s far from comfortable, but your muscles are strong enough to hold you up well. To your surprise, Jinu lowers himself too.

“Jinu, what are you—”

He grabs your chin and lifts it gently, his fingers warm to the touch. His gaze pierces you, like he sees something beneath your calm facade. It makes your face heat up.

“Why must everything be a transaction with you? You don’t have to go through such means to get what you want.”

Behind his gaze, there’s a hint of melancholy. Beyond his voice is a quiet sadness.

“No… that’s not it.”

“Then explain so I can understand.” He releases you. “Are you… okay?”

Shit. You hate how he sees right through you. “I just feel like I’m spiraling out of control. I’m a mistake, chained by my past. And doing things like this gives me a sense of control back.”

He gives a thoughtful hum and says, “I would think it feels degrading.”

“No. It’s the opposite for me.”

“I see.” He slowly stands up, casting a shadow over your seated position. The moonlight hits him at the perfect angle, illuminating his sharp features. “Then I relinquish control over to you for the night.”

You look up at him through your lashes, the confusion in your slow blinks adorable.

He smirks, arms crossed over his chest. “What? Aren’t you going to take control like you wanted?”

You give him a pointed look.

“Take your pants off.” The navy blue joggers he has on are easy to slip off in one quick motion. “Boxers,” you add.

He slides them off rather quickly. You did little to hide your gasp when his cock springs out, an impressive size even when semi-erect. He chuckles, a proud Cheshire grin across his face.

“You should see it when I’m in my true form,” he boasts, puffing his chest out slightly. “In my human form, it’s a more manageable size.”

“Manageable?!” you exclaim.

“What? The average human’s penis is—“

“Not what you’re packing…” You gulp. “But doable…”

When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his body tenses as shivers crawl up his spine. You stroke it from tip to base, and his breath hitches. A few pumps are all it takes for him to get fully hard. This pleases you.

His cock is hot against your skin, pulsating with need. Its velvet skin has a prominent vein running down the middle that makes you salivate. Its slight left curve leaves you fantasizing how it’d hit all your sweet spots if given the opportunity.

“That feels good…” he says, taking in a sharp breath. You stop your actions but grip him tighter, causing his body to jolt slightly. He spots the mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“Hands behind your back.”

Jinu cocks his head with a sly grin, lacing his hands behind his back like he’s done nothing wrong.

“Good boy,” you praise. Blood rushes to Jinu’s cheeks before he realizes how hot his body has become from the way the words roll off your tongue.

You trail soft, deliberate kisses up his thigh, each one slower than the last. When you reach the innermost part, the final kiss is a teasing bite. He bites his lips to refrain from groaning, and you resume stroking him to distract him from the lingering sting.

It works like a charm because your hand is unbelievably soft, a stark contrast to his calloused ones. He feels spoiled, especially when you spit into your hand. The extra lubrication increases his pleasure tenfold, and your steady rhythm makes his knees buckle.

“Look at me,” you demand.

He does, and your glare is so sharp that it’s like you dare him to come. His body involuntarily shakes, his pants gradually growing louder, and he’s unable to control himself. So depraved. So desperate.

You stop again and he whines. It’s adorable, so you press a chaste kiss on his tip to placate him.

“Keep going…” he says, voice raspy.

“Careful now,” you warn. He watches as you lightly run your teeth across his tip. It’s a reminder that you’re in control of the situation. That his cock is at your mercy and he’s in a vulnerable position, not an enjoyable one. It’s incredibly arousing.

“Please…”

You decide to reward him for his good manners. When your lips wrap around his cock, he can’t help but buck his hips. It makes you gag, but you recover quickly, shooting him a sharp glare that says: Don’t do that again.

He nods and watches you sink down halfway when your gag reflex betrays you again. Rather than pulling out, you stay there and control your breathing until you’ve adjusted to his size. Your eyebrows draw together, determined, like this is a challenge you refuse to lose just before you take him fully.

Once your nose lightly taps his pelvic area, your jaw relaxes and the two of you groan simultaneously. Your mouth is soft, warm, and everything is slick from your saliva. Jinu savors the feeling while throwing his head back. More saliva gathers in your mouth as you work him up and down, remembering to swirl your tongue around his thick cock every few seconds.

“Fuck…” he breathes.

You say the same thing in your head. His voice had always been hypnotic—that low ASMR kind that lingered in your bones. So his moans? Absolutely sinful.

Your throat burns from the harsh pace, but you refuse to slow down. Killing a demon is easy. But pleasuring a demon? That’s what true power is. A sense of control that you desperately craved.

When he looks down, the sight that welcomes him is hot as fuck. You’re fluttering your eyelashes like you’re so innocent, as if there isn’t a massive cock shoved in your mouth. How can he not come?

“Ah, ah, ah,” you say, wagging your index finger side to side. “No touching.”

Jinu doesn’t even register that he broke your rule and had placed a hand on your head. He’s cursing himself for his greed, but he was so close to his high.

Though his tone is playful, his scowl says otherwise. “Is this amusing for you? Edging me?”

Your eyes crinkle from smiling too hard. “Could be worse. I could kill you instead.”

“Maybe I’d prefer that.” You clutch his balls in a tight hold, the pressure hard enough to rip a choked gasp from him.

“Is that so?” you question, the glare in your eyes cold enough to freeze Hell over. Standing up, you extend your wrist and manifest your Hunter’s blade. Before he can figure out your intentions, you lunge at him, and he stumbles.

The two of you tumble down the roof’s slope, and at the last second, Jinu uses his claws to grip the tiles and successfully slows you down. The friction jolts through both your bodies, but it’s enough to prevent a disastrous fall.

His head hangs above the edge, and you straddle him, pressing the blade tight against his throat. He resists and pushes back.

“Oh, you’re strong…” he coos, his smile wide enough to flash his sharp canines.

“Still think you’d prefer dying?”

“If you keep looking at me like that, I don’t care how I die. By coming, by your sword… as long as you’re the one touching me.”

You don’t know why those words sound sickenly sweet, but they make you falter. Before he can see cracks forming in your walls, you kiss him. The blade between your bodies dissipates, much like your resistance.

Jinu seizes that opportunity to flip you over, and you’re suddenly on your back, breathless with surprise. His hand glides slowly up your arm, fingers tracing the purple cracks etched in your skin. You feel him interweave his fingers with your own.

Then he leans in and kisses you.

It’s more tender, deeper than the last. As if time has stopped, and you two are the only ones left on Earth. Once he pulls away, your lips are swollen, and you’re both panting.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a mistake,” he says.

You don’t know what to say. You can’t say anything.

So you do what you do best and push him away.

The Idol Awards are tomorrow.

Now wasn’t the time to freeze, but you couldn’t go through with it. Performing “Takedown” (quite on the nose) didn’t feel like your most authentic self. Each lyric poked your conscience, and you told your teammates about your doubts. The lyrics didn’t feel right.

Mira reminded you that it’s too late to change the song. Paired with her nasty side-eye, the frustration was loud. Zoey tried to revise the lyrics, but to no avail. She was one second away from a total meltdown, chucking her songbook in a huff.

Then everything fell apart when a sudden tear in the Honmoon formed. A surge of demons flooded the subway station, and you froze. Again. Mira and Zoey had to jump in to save you, but by then it didn’t matter. The passengers on the subway were gone. Every last one of them.

The silence afterward was deafening. You felt the distance growing between you and your team.

“Trust me, I’m gonna make sure we win.”

And you meant it. You may have lost this battle, but you’ll win the war when you all perform at the Idol Awards. You have to. Because if this plan with Jinu didn’t work… then betraying everything you believed in would have been for nothing.

Later that night, you step out of the bathroom, pulling the scrunchie from your hair and letting it fall loose around your shoulders. Once you settle on your bed, a familiar, muffled voice captures your attention.

“Cherries. They’re cute.”

Your head whips to your balcony. Behind the glass stands Jinu, pointing downward. You follow his gaze to your pajama pants, printed with little red cherries. You leap to your feet and rush to the sliding door, yanking it open.

“What are you doing here?!” You place both hands on your head, seconds from ripping your hair out. “If Zoey or Mira—or my god, Bobby—sees you, it’ll be catastrophic and—”

You stop mid-sentence.

The golden light from your lamp casts a soft glow over him, but Jinu looks anything but radiant. He stands there like a statue and something’s off. His eyes are distant. Hollow. Wrecked.

“Are you… okay?” you ask, voice soft. A small, bitter chuckle escapes him, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. When you caress his face, he finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. He leans into your palm like he’s starved for warmth, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

“I’m hopeless,” he whispers. His hand comes up, covering yours. “I want to believe in your crazy plan, but I don't think I'm the one to help you.”

“Jinu… you’ve already helped me so much.” He opens his eyes, the hopelessness in them replaced by genuine curiosity. “Since I've met you, and the more I talk to you, I don't understand it, but somehow, my voice has healed.”

He gently squeezes your hand. “And I don’t hear his voice when I’m with you.”

“His voice?” you ask, concern coating your words. “Did Gwima hurt you?”

He sees your other hand ball into a fist, your whole stance shifting slightly like you’re ready to fight. The anger in your eyes burns hotter than his ever did.

You wait for an answer, but his face is unreadable. He just watches you.

No makeup. Comfy clothes. Hair down for the first time around him.

You’ve never looked more radiant.

“You should let your hair down sometimes, [Y/N],” he finally says.

You pull your hand back and run your fingers through your hair, face flushed.

“It gets hot,” you mumble. Your voice cracks slightly, and for some reason, that makes Jinu laugh. A real laugh.

“Well, you’re hot,” he says after his laughter subsides. Your eyes widen, and his face mirrors yours. He cringes at his own words. “Okay, that was worse than having Gwima’s voice in my ear.”

A beat of silence. He clears his throat.

“I should go… um… bye.”

He’s quick, but you’re faster as your hand latches onto his wrist. He glances back, startled, only to see you giggling. The sound is genuine, light. You even snort a little. He’s completely undone by it.

“Don’t leave yet,” you say. “Maybe for one night… we can be free.”

“Free of what?”

You shrug. “Expectations? Shame? Guilt? For four hundred years, you’ve been under Gwima’s thumb, yet you still hold onto hope for freedom. I… admire that about you.”

“Really?” he says, turning to face you fully. He lifts both hands and gently cups your face, looking at you like you’re the only thing that anchors him to this world. “Is this a compliment or… a negotiation. Another business meeting?”

You don’t know what to say. Yes, no, maybe so? The line between deal and desire has been blurred long ago.

“I told you… You don’t have to go through such means to get what you want.” He’s closer now, where you can feel his hot breath on your face.

“What about you? You’re the one who came here first.”

“Because I didn’t know where else to go.”

The silence hangs in the air, but it isn’t awkward. It’s charged, full of unspoken desires and tension that would drive one mad. He’s the first to break the silence, releasing you and stepping back to give you one last chance to deny him.

“I know I’m no good.” He’s not. Demons are never good, yet why do you want to tell him he’s good for you? Why is it so easy with him? “My soul is already damned, so if being with you is a sin, what’s one more?”

He swallows hard. “I can’t escape you.”

You say nothing.

He tightens his fists.

“Please say something.”

“I’m supposed to be your opposition, your obstacle. But the more I deny the truth, the worse it gets. And that involves you, Jinu…” He watches as you close the distance. “I can’t escape you either…”

“Does that mean…”

“If this is the sin that damns me, then let my soul belong to no one else… but you.”

He no longer hesitates. His lips crash into yours, both hands cradling your face like you’re precious. The kiss is a tad clumsy from his eagerness—your noses bumping—but endearing nonetheless. Once you both find your natural rhythm, he gently slides his tongue against yours. A low moan escapes him and fuck, it’s unbelievably sexy.

He pauses as he strips off his shirt, but the second his mouth is back in view, you pull him to you again. The urgency of your kiss knocks him off balance, and you both stumble back onto the bed. He laughs as his heart swells at how eager you were, too.

His shirt is still caught around his head, but he’s grinning as he finally tugs it free.

“No need to rush,” he murmurs in a soothing tone. He tosses the shirt aside and quickly flips you over, so that he’s on top. “You have me. All of me.”

You hook a finger in his silver curb chain necklace, tugging him down. Your lips meet again, but you kiss him harder. You kiss him longer. As if this moment is your sanctuary where you can unleash your desires without judgment.

Your hands roam his body with the same curiosity he shows yours. You grip his bicep first, squeezing it when he deepens the kiss. Then you ghost along his sides until your hands find his back, where you drag your nails lightly down his skin.

He starts at your face, cradling it, but his touch doesn’t stay there. His hands trail down until they eventually rest on your waist. The longer he kisses you, the more he lets go, breath hitching louder. He grips your waist it’s an anchor that tethers him, keeping him from losing himself in you entirely.

This time, you slide your tongue against his, and the sound you release is a cross between a moan and a sigh. The action is as lewd as it looks, messy and unrestrained. It’s like you’re a teenager again.

After a couple minutes, Jinu pulls back and you’re both breathless.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. Your shared smiles are enough.

“Jinu…”

You take the initiative and lift your hand, tracing his abs with your index finger. He shudders upon contact, and your fingers trail down to his belt buckle. You fumble with it longer than intended, clumsy under the weight of your haze. It’s embarrassing, but Jinu simply smiles and rolls off you to make it easier.

You settle onto your knees, fingers working at his belt as the buckle clinks. The rest comes easily as Jinu lifts his hips, allowing you to slide his jeans down. He slips his boxers just low enough to reveal the faint trail of hair and his sharp V-line that disappears beneath the fabric.

“Help me?”

Amusement is laced in his words because he knows you’re ogling. He lifts his hips again and you slip the last material off fully. His cock stands tall, the tip leaking and your mouth waters at the sight.

He’s completely bare now. His eyes glow yellow, slitted like a serpent’s, giving him a haunting beauty. His skin has turned a cool shade of violet with darker purple patterns that snake across his body like a twisted map. They seem to be pulsating every so often, including the ones on his cock.

“Do you hate them?” He’s referring to his patterns, but you understand the real question: Do you hate me?

“No.”

“Then show me yours.”

You gulp, then slowly lift the hem of your T-shirt over your head. Your movements are hesitant, but he doesn’t say a word. Stepping off the bed, you slip your pajama bottoms off. They fall with a soft thud on the ground, so now you’re left in just your underwear.

Out of habit, you rub your arms and have your eyes fixed to the floor.

“Show me all your patterns,” he says. If looks could cut, his would be a blade. It’s not just your patterns he’s eager to see. It’s you. All of you. All you bear.

With every layer you remove, he’s removing the walls you’ve built up beneath cloth and fear. You listen and remove the last piece of clothing. Hunger ignites in his gaze as his eyes rake over your body. Every curve, every pattern, every scar, every mole.

“Lie down on the bed.” You obey and lay flat as Jinu gets on top, using his thighs to spread your legs open. He hovers over you, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The subtle pout tugging at your lips is precious.

“I noticed you didn’t have a bra on,” he says, far too casually for the situation. You roll your eyes.

“It’s uncomfortable to sleep with it on…”

“Yet you won’t let me see you?” His voice grows softer when you don’t reply. “How do you feel?”

“Exposed,” you say without thinking. “Vulnerable.”

He lets out a low hum, like he already expected that. His fingers drift to your collarbone and the faintest touch causes your patterns to resonate, glowing a soft purple against your skin.

“And?”

You swallow. “A little ashamed.”

“Don’t be. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as beautiful with the cracks showing.”

He starts with a kiss to your forehead—soft, lingering, almost reverent. He stays there for a breath longer than expected before pulling away with an audible smooch. Then his lips travel lower, brushing along the line of your neck. He finds the curve and sucks the flesh, the sensation both ticklish and electrifying as the sensation goes straight to your core.

After he hears a soft whimper, he pecks your collarbone and then kisses your arms. Each touch weakens your defenses until you lower your guard on your own. His eyes glint with lust, and you don’t miss how he runs his tongue across his bottom lip at the sight of you.

Your chest heaves, and he settles his face in the valley of your breasts.

“You’re shaking,” he says, his hot breath hitting your skin. “I never thought the leader of Huntrix would be so nervous.”

You bury your face in the crook of your arm. “I’ve never done this before…”

You’re shaking harder now, unsure why this information makes you want to cry. He’s had tons of experience, hasn’t he? And here you are… fucking it up.

Jinu gently takes your hand and peels it off your face, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You see he had reverted back to his human form.

“So am I your first?” There’s no mockery in his tone. Just genuine care.

You want to die, but all you can do is nod. “I haven’t done anything except give oral because I couldn’t let anyone see my patterns…”

“Oh. Oh,” His gaze softens. “So… I’ll be the first to pop your cherry?”

All your nerves settle except for the last one, which he is on. You flick him on the forehead. “Now’s not the time for jokes.”

“Ow… I thought it was funny,” he says with a pout.

You giggle, the tension in your shoulders faded. “Okay, yeah, it was kinda funny.”

He rolls his eyes, but his warm smile assures you he’s not bitter. “If you don’t want to continue—”

“I do,” you interject. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

“Alright. But I need you to be sure. Watch.”

He brings your hands together, then uses one hand to pin both wrists above your head. No distractions. No hiding. Not anymore.

His eyes shift back to that piercing yellow, pupils elongating into narrow red slits similar to a snake. A slow smile curls his lips, showcasing how his canines had lengthened into sharp fangs. The most unsettling part is when his tongue slithers out, abnormally long and sinuous.

“Are you scared?” His voice hisses the words, each syllable dripping with venom.

You should be. But your thighs rub together instead.

“Give me your desire, [Y/N]. I need you to want this,” he says.

“I want you.”

His cock twitches and he has to distract himself from taking you right then and there. He lowers himself to your chest and allows his tongue to roam. It leaves a trail of saliva as it coils itself around your breast. When the muscle contracts, you arch your back and moan as the tip plays with your nipple. Jinu’s free hand massages your other breast and he rubs your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger like a dial, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

He fondles you like this for a couple minutes, loving the feel of your supple skin. His tongue soon releases you, replaced by his lips to suck on your tit harshly. You writhe underneath him, but it’s useless. He still has you pinned down as his tongue swirls around your areola before going over to your other breast and giving it the same treatment.

When he finally pulls away, his lips begin a slow descent. He presses kisses to your abdomen, then your outer thighs, and finally the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Each kiss blooms more of your patterns, the violet veins growing more opaque with every touch.

He settles his head between your thighs—like a sniper. You glance down to see his eyes shift goldenrod as he opens his mouth, swiping his tongue across his lips like he’s about to devour his last meal on Earth.

“You’re soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you down here yet…”

He runs two fingers along your slit, coating the digits in your essence. He makes a point to show you how it glistens from the warm glow of your lamp. When he parts his fingers, it stretches in its viscous appearance before breaking.

Then he indulges. “Fuck… you taste like sin.”

He slides his arms beneath your thighs, pulling you closer to him near the edge of the bed. Your breath stills. One hand is on your lower abdomen and the grin he wears now is more sinister. You could swear his skin has deepened to a richer shade of violet.

“Watch me.”

Those are his final words before he licks a stripe across your slit, the wet muscle earning a sharp gasp from you. Your forearms help prop yourself up to watch him, but he sinks his head lower and presses his mouth against your folds. He’s relentless and starts making out with your cunt, causing your hips to buck. You no longer have the strength to stay up, so you’re flat on the bed again, but he squeezes your thighs like a reminder.

You peer down and see those piercing demon eyes again. He pulls his mouth back and allows his naughty tongue to stretch until it invades your walls. As it slips in and out of you at a steady rhythm, you’re struck with horror and immense lust. He finally looks the part—a demon who has truly taken your soul.

You’re fisting your pillow, panting hard, your moans broken. Then his mouth latches onto your pussy again, allowing his tongue to reach deeper than before. The muscle wiggles inside your walls, coaxing more essence to pool out as he laps up the never-ending flow.

Your patterns glow with a fiery intensity. Even more so when he inserts a finger into you. The combination of his thick tongue and finger stretches you out nicely as they work in tandem. He presses his lips against your clit and then sucks hard enough to have you screaming.

But then all feeling is lost. Jinu’s pulled away.

“No, no, please,” you beg before registering what’s happening. His cheeky grin comes into view when he uses his arms to hold himself up above you.

“Not so fun when you’re the one being edged, huh?” How petty. He lets out a low laugh the moment the realization hits you. “I do like hearing you beg. Can you do it again?”

“Condom. Drawer. Now,” you say, enunciating each word with impatience.

He tsks at you. “That’s not begging.”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire as your patterns radiate off your body. It’s as if something’s been unleashed. Jinu’s eyes lock onto your left one—now the same piercing yellow as his. You hiss at him, but the voice that escapes you isn’t yours. It’s deeper, darker, and dare he say… demonic.

It only excites him more.

“Fuck me now.”

You grip his throat, your claws pressing just deep enough to sting without drawing blood.

“Damn,” he rasps, a crooked smile forming. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

You release him and he rubs the area where it was sore. Then he’s at your nightstand, quick to open the drawer and pull out a condom. He tears off the package with his teeth and tries to roll it onto his cock.

“I was afraid this would happen…” he mumbles. You sit up and immediately see the problem. Jinu’s cock has… changed. Now that he’s unleashed his full demon form, his body adjusted, and he no longer fits the condom.

His cock is bigger than before, slightly more girthy and swollen. Jinu hangs his head low, cursing softly, as if disappointed in himself. You take the condom and toss it aside without a care.

He looks up and sees you lie back down. You use your fingers to part your pussy lips open. He can’t believe his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks. You nod.

“Yes. Please fuck me. It’s okay.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He lines himself up at your entrance, having one hand support his body from crushing yours. Inserting just the tip alone has you gasping and the further he sinks into you, the more your walls resist from the foreign feeling.

He reminds you to relax. “Breathe. Remember… we’re the same. You’re meant for me.”

You feel your lungs betray you as every inch you take becomes more and more difficult. Despite him prepping you well, a demon’s cock far exceeded a human’s in anatomy and structure.

“Fuck!” you whine. “J-Jinu…”

“I’m almost in.” He drags the last inch in and then lets out a sharp exhale as he bottoms out. “Fuck… you even feel like sin…”

You’re full. Too full. It’s not painful, fortunately. But the discomfort lingers. You lay a hand across your belly, feeling a slight bulge. You should be afraid—but a deeper part of you aches for more.

“Can we stay still for a moment?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his face twisting like he’s in pain from his lack of self-control. But for you, he holds back.

“Anything for you.”

His words make your tight pussy involuntarily clench. His cock twitches and it coaxes out more lubrication, which you’re thankful for.

“You’re so big… You can see how much you fill me up, Jinu,” you say, tilting his face down toward your belly.

Hearing you utter his name in this situation puts him in a daze. “Fuck, I could come right now. You’re so tight for me, god—fuck!”

He’s using both arms to balance himself now, his fists gripping your bedsheets hard enough that they tear from his sharp claws.

“Thank you for being patient with me,” you say. It takes everything in him not to plow you into oblivion. “Please go slow?”

He nods and pulls out slowly. It slides with ease, but putting it back in is a whole different story. When he drags his cock against your insides, it provides a slight burn. Seeing how the bulge in your stomach fades and reappears with each movement is… terrifying. Yet undeniably thrilling.

Sweat beads on his temples. His resolve is slowly crumbling with each slow, agonizing thrust. You reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. It distracts him from his greed and you from the intense stretch. Jinu kisses you rougher, like he’s gone mad.

It makes you hornier. It makes you relax. It makes your walls tighten. And when you wrap your legs around his waist, he goes all in.

His thrusts are no longer languid motions. He’s rocking his hips at a steady rhythm now, slamming into your pussy like it’s his last day on Earth. Your pussy squelches, the obscene noise egging him on further. He’s hitting your sweet spot over and over, unrelenting, and you’re both a moaning mess.

He gets off you for a second, the warmth now lost. You almost cry at the cruelty, but he moves into a kneeling position and wraps his hands under your thighs. After carefully lining himself up again, he hammers into you at full force, having you scream.

The leverage of this position allows Jinu to see your breasts sway and bounce with each thrust. The sight is mesmerizing and his hips start to stutter when finally, he comes inside you. The creampie makes you feel like you got to rebel. It’s freeing and nasty, but you love it altogether.

You enjoy his closeness when he lays on top of you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, face flushed. “It’s been so long and—”

“Jinu, it’s okay,” you reassure, fingers combling gently through his soft, raven black hair. He lifts his head, ready to protest, when a knock on the door alerts you both.

“Rumi?”

Mira. Oh fuck, what do you do?

“Shh…” Jinu says, putting a finger to your lips.

“I can hear you!” she shouts.

The doorknob jostles. This is it. This is how it all ends.

You blink and suddenly, the city sprawls before you, its glistening lights flickering like stars. The cool night air brushes against your overheated body. Jinu had teleported you, but this time you’re on the balcony. Thankfully, you’re hidden from view, tucked behind the wall of potted plants just as Mira steps into your room.

You wait with bated breath, feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. That’s when Jinu covers your mouth from behind and you squeak in protest. He swipes two fingers across your labia, gathering as much of his seed as he can before pushing it back into your dripping pussy. Your moans are muffled, and he slowly fingers you as Mira rummages through your room.

“Rumi? Are you here? We need to talk!”

Jinu litters kisses on your upper back, sending tingles down your spine as his fingers work you. He switches techniques and you feel him curl his fingers at different angles, different speeds, to see which one earns the most reaction. It’s deliciously evil, but you allow yourself to enjoy the building pleasure.

“Woo Jinu? What was that about, Rumi?!”

Jinu speeds up on purpose at the mention of his name. You’re seconds from reaching your high when Mira sighs and you hear your door shut. Jinu pulls his fingers out, much to your dismay. You want to cry.

He kisses the shell of your ear and whispers, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you come… after I watch you fall apart.”

Guiding you toward the balcony railing, he places a gentle hand on the small of your back, coaxing you to lean forward. You grip the rail with both hands, your body bent at a perfect angle.

Jinu presses soft kisses along the patterns etched into your back. “My good demon girl… You’ve damned me for all of eternity…”

You feel his tip prodding your entrance again. “J-Jinu, we’re outside. Someone could see!”

His deep chuckle makes your stomach flip. “And? I want them to see you. The real you. All your patterns… your soul… baring it all for me.”

As if on command, your patterns begin to glow in the dark. You’re grateful to be on one of the top floors. Maybe no one will see. It’s late anyway…

“You’re all I need, [Y/N]... Let me devour you.”

His hypnotic, low voice entices you and keeps you obsessed. It compels you to want more. His cock is already rubbing against your pussy lips, coaxing more juices to flow. He’s ruined you, and he knows it.

“I’m yours, Jinu.”

Something in him snaps. He thrusts into you in one quick motion, plunging into your tight walls. It’s not slow or tender. He’s carnal, consumed by lust as he grips your hips and rocks your body back and forth, chasing his high without any remorse.

He’s fucking you so hard that one hand slips from the rail. He grabs it and pulls it back, so you can face him and more of your luscious body is visible for his feasting eyes. You can’t believe your eyes, as the Jinu you see now truly represents the embodiment of sin.

His demon form consumed all his soft human features. His hands are now claws that dig into your flesh like hooks. You’re bleeding from his grip and crimson slowly drips trails that mimick the patterns down your ass and thighs. It stings, yet it edges you on further—pain and pleasure intertwining into a rush you can’t resist. Your whines grow sharper, and Jinu stops, seeing the pain he was inflicting.

“I-I’m sorry. I—”

“No,” you say, your voice dripping in venom. “Don’t stop.”

Your left hand morphs into a claw and you sneak it behind him, grabbing his ass and urging him to keep going. It pierces his flesh, and the stinging sensation shocks him into teleporting you both again.

You find yourself pressed against something flat and cold. You realize it’s the glass window to your balcony and Jinu is behind you, one hand pushing against your head to hold you in place while his free hand is pulling one of your arms back.

“You teleported?!” you hiss. He doesn’t answer with anything but a twitch of his cock. Your eyes roll back when he shoves himself back into your sopping cunt. You bite your lip to force back a scream, but he tortures you with calculated thrusts, each one brushing against your sweet spot more and more.

He then snakes his hand from your head to your belly, holding you up so your entire body is against the glass. Your breasts are smushed, and you’ve never felt so dirty. Jinu thrusts up into you with so much force that you can barely stand.

When your head hangs down from exhaustion, his large hand grips your chin and forces you to look up.

“Look at yourself in the reflection,” he demands. You’re lost in a daze, but you see what he means. Your patterns glow bright enough to light up the city, as well as your demon eye. “You’ve never looked more beautiful…”

He slips out of you for a second and you don’t have time to protest when he spins you around, forcing your back against the glass. One hand hooks under your thigh and lifts it up as he bends his knees to adjust for your height differences.

“I want you to watch you come,” He lifts his hips up and enters you again. “Fuck… Gwima can destroy me if it means I can have you.”

He kisses you, shoving his tongue inside to quell your moans. His grunts grow louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin being so loud it’s obscene, and you’re thankful it’s nighttime. You can’t think straight as your mind melts from the overflowing pleasure. Your hands are wrapped around his neck and each thrust bounces you against the glass. It’s rough and primal, and you’re sure the glass can’t withhold the pressure. It might break the same way you’re about to.

But then he stops kissing you.

“You take me so well,” he praises and it makes your heart thrum like a hummingbird’s. “We’re—” he thrusts extra harsh—“one and the same… you were made for my cock.”

“J-Jinu, please… I need to come.” Tears prick the corner of your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore, please!”

He effortlessly lifts you off the ground, his hands holding you up by your ass. He rests your back against the cold glass to give himself a short break.

“You even cry pretty…”

“Shit! Please don’t stop now…” you say, trembling.

“Are you sure? This time will be different… it might even hurt.”

You shake your head, not a single braincell left except for the need to come. “I don’t care, I need you to fill me up, please—I’m tangled in your soul…”

How you always say the right words, he doesn’t know. But he rewards you by bouncing you up and down his cock at a brutal pace. It’s like he wants to break you, but you no longer care. It feels too good. The pleasure rises again and you’re shouting his name like a mantra. Your entire body clenches, zeroing in on your pleasure until something snaps and then crashes like a dam that burst open.

But Jinu doesn’t stop there. He continues to use your body like a toy, and you let him. The enticement of another orgasm is impossible to resist, so you welcome the overstimulation. You chase it like it’s your last breath. Your eyes roll back, your body grows limp, and Jinu lets out the nastiest growl when he comes again.

You’re too far gone to notice how your belly swells up from his seed. It’s not until Jinu kisses your eye, the one on your demon side, that the pain hits you. You feel impossibly full, the ache stretching through you, but Jinu whispers soft praises into your ear to distract you.

“Your pussy is so greedy… milking me dry. You letting yourself go like this is the sexiest thing…”

Jinu basks in your shared warmth a couple minutes more. There was no movement. Just soft breaths and synchonized heartbeats.

Then he carries you back inside and heads to your shower. He lowers you down onto the included bench and pulls out, the amount of cum rushing out pornographic. You feel numb but ultimately relieved.

“I’ll help you clean up. Where are your towels?” he asks. You slump against the tile wall and point toward the closet across the room. He steps out, grabs two towels, and returns. As he passes the mirror, he catches sight of his reflection.

“Really?” you ask, your voice hoarse.

“What?” he says, admiring his human form. “I need this face to steal your fans.”

You roll your eyes at his lame joke, but something catches your attention. “Wait, you have a tiger tattoo on your back?”

He glances over his shoulder with a sly grin. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

He joins you in the shower and turns it on. The water turns hot quickly and he holds out a hand, waiting for you to take it. Once you’re on your feet, he wraps his arms around you from behind. He reaches for a bottle, but you catch his wrist.

“That’s my facial cleanser.”

“Oh.”

He reaches for another item, only for you to shoot him another look. “That’s shampoo.”

“Seriously?”

He tries again.

“That’s a body scrub.”

He groans. “How many bath products do you have?!”

You both laugh, and finally, you point him to the right item. He lathers the soap in his palms, then traces your patterns with slow, gentle strokes. The way he touches you makes your chest ache with something soft and full.

“[Y/N]?” he murmurs against your ear.

“Yeah?”

“I… I can’t wait to see you on the stage tomorrow.”

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ughsimpp · 3 years ago

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Good Morning

Words // 1.3k

Genre // smut & slight fluff at the end?

Paring // softdom! yunho x f!reader

Disclaimer ⚠️ // fingingering,dirtytalk,morning sex, needy, cremepie, f&m!receiving, unprotected sex.....i honestly have no idea what’s else to put 🙃

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just a quick imagine bc i’m taking a break from my other stories that i’m currently writing 😂 & ITS YUNHO’S BIRTHDAY SO YOU KNOW I HAVE TO POST SOMETHING <3

you never thought you would be in this type of situation but here you are, horny. you woke up with the a sensation that you knew it wouldn’t be easy to take care of. it was 5 a.m and you didn’t want to wake up Yunho just for a quick fuck.

Yunho came home late due to his job, trying to perfect the dance choreo and you didn’t want to disturb him. you slowly got out of his grasp so you can at least try to get off with out him noticing, or waking up.

you slipped your hands down your shorts, touching yourself. you quickly quiet your moans that you accidentally released, hoping that he dose the wake up. your fingers did it’s best but you wanted something bigger, something that will fill you up.

you began thinking about those nights where Yunho would pleasure your for hours and hours. His fingers inside as his mouth teased your clit, making you feel amazing just at his touch. His dick on the other hand? unforgettable. The way he filled you up better than his fingers and yours combined.

imagining those things made you a little bit closer to your high. you moved away from him as you covered your mouth, not letting a single sound escape.

as your almost came, you suddenly felt your hand get pulled back. you looked to your side and saw Yunho awake, looking at you with his deep and lustful eyes. your eyes widen as you realized that you were caught masturbating, and Yunho was slightly upset that he wasn't the one touching you. he hovered over you and smirked.

“what are you doing baby? having fun without me?”

his morning voice was low and raspy. he pinned your arms down slightly above your head.

“you came home late last night so I didn’t want to bother you...”

“oh? and what made you think that even if I came home late, i wouldn’t want to please you mhm?”

“I’m sorry...I- I just wanted you to rest more...”

you looked at him, begging with your eyes to let go so you can at least finish getting off. you squirm beneath him, rubbing your thighs together to at least get some friction.

you felt his hand stick in between your legs as he parted them away from each other. one glance at your lower half, he was ready to make you feel good. there was a wet spot on your shorts, he took his time to guide in fingers down your stomach and stopped near your heat. he gently began rubbing your heat as you softly moaned out at his touch. the only thing that was in the way was your shorts from him actually touching you.

“Yunho please....”

you didn’t even need to say much, he quickly removed your shorts as your dripping wet heat was showing. Yunho smiled as he threw your shorts somewhere around the room and had his head in between your legs. he played with your wet slit before actually thrusting in a finger.

“damn...you should have woken me up earlier, i could have made a bigger mess down here for you.”

he left kisses on your inner thigh as you felt his hot breath. he looked up at you and began eating you out. you gasped at the touch of his tongue exploring your folds. your hands roamed through his already messy hair as the feeling of him pleasuring you filled throughout your body.

your moans grew loader as you reached near your high again. Yunho knew you were close too, the way your hands began getting more aggressive with his hair and how your legs couldn’t stay open. a few more licks, your orgasm over powered your body. your moans filled the room as Yunho sat up and looked at you. he grinned and hovered over you, giving you a kiss.

you finally came back to your senses and looked at him. you smiled pulled him in for another kiss again. he was about to get off the bed and head to the bathroom until you pulled him back down.

“oh? what’s wrong baby?”

he looked at you and kissed your forehead, wondering if something was wrong.

“you’re hard...”

Yunho smiled and blushed away as he figured out that you noticed him covering it up when you mentioned it.

“sorry...it will go away soon so don’t worry-.”

Yunho groans out as you palmed his cock. you pushed him down fully and pulled down his shorts. he was hard alright, and he was just gonna take care of it himself in the bathroom? no way you were gonna let that happen.

“y/n...baby you don’t have to-ah fuck...”

you took him inside your mouth and began doing your magic on him. your tongue ran down on his shaft as you tried to fit all of him inside your mouth. Yunho groan out as he felt your tongue move around everywhere on his cock, especially his tip.

“fuck...you sure know how to take my cock...”

you made eye contact with him as you stopped and sat up. crawling on top of him, you kissing his neck and began to line up his cock with your slit. you slowly slid down on his cock, releasing a loud moan as you felt him fill you up.

“oh god...Yunho...so bi-big...”

"you can take it baby, I know you can."

giving yourself a few seconds to adjust, you slowly moved on his dick as it touched your g-spot over and over. Yunho placed his hands on your hips to guide you. the view of you riding him this early in the morning was like a dream. the way you squirm as his cock filled you nicely. you removed the shirt you wore as Yunho groped on your breast.

a minute later, Yunho suddenly switched positions as this time he was on top. he left kisses on you chest and neck as he lined up with your heat. his hard thrust caused you to gasp at how fast he slid in. thrusting at hard but slow speed, caused you to grab onto to bedsheets and pillows. his hands were holding down your hips as he was able to hit a deeper spot.

Yunho bend down to leave light marks on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, leaving your own marks on his back.

“no matter how many times we fuck, your pussy is still so tight for me.”

he flashed a smile before speeding up his pace. both your moans filled the room, hoping that the neighbors wouldn’t get mad this early in the morning but at this point you didn’t care. your hands roamed down your body as you felt his hand touch yours, guiding you down to you bellybutton. he slightly pressed down your stomach as you can feel where his dick was.

you reached out to him for a kiss. kisses with Yunho felt like a dream, the way your lips match in perfectly with his and how he would palm your left cheek during a kiss whether it’s a just a small kiss or a passionate full makeout. he pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with those eyes. scanning your body as your expressions changed at every thrust he gave.

"Yun..Yunho please..."

"please what? say it out loud for me."

"fuck me..fuck me faster."

just like that, Yunho's pace grew faster causing both of you to reach closer to your high.

"fuCk!! Yunho i'm close!!"

"me too baby."

his voice became deeper as he felt your core tighten around him more. his thrust became sloppy.

"Yuyu...I want your cum inside me."

"oh yea?...let's cum together.”

you nodded in response and a few seconds later you both came. both of your moans filled the room, mixing both of your cum together as Yunho gave you a few last thrust. he pulled out as some of his cum leaked out. he gave you a sweet smile after kissing you passionately.

you looked up at him and laughed at how wrecked he looked after coming. he laid by your side and brushed away the strain of hair on your face.

"I didn't say this earlier because we were kinda busy but, good morning."

you giggled at how cute he was after what just happened,

"mhm, good morning."

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usagis-tsukinos · 3 years ago

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Tag, You're It

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Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: M/18+

Warnings: Hide and Seek, Begging, Dom Lucifer, Dom/Sub, Lucifer is like the Big Bad Wolf, Chasing, Closet Sex, Lucifer Calls Himself Daddy, Light Daddy Kink, Grace Play

Words: 2,782

Lucifer wants to play a game.

“You’re so small, you know that?” He mused softly as she sat at the table in the library. “It’s amazing how many monsters you’ve killed, I would never have guessed you’d be so feisty.” Her head perched up from the book she was reading, top teeth chewing on her lower lip as she attempted to create a coherent reply.

“Are you trying to insult me?” She asked, the pencil almost snapping in half with the pressure she placed on it to keep control.

Lucifer stopped his pacing around the table to grab a chair and sit in it backwards.

“You think I’m insulting you?” His eyes almost flashed at the mere idea of offending her. Yes, he’d tease but he’d never outright insult unless provoked. Her response was an eye roll. She’d been babysitting the actual Devil for four days now and it just keeps getting worse. Anytime she’d make food he’d move it, completely change it to something she hated; he’d hide her clothes or change the size so they were too small; just this morning he hid all the towels as she got out the shower, including her robe so she had to hide in the bathroom and yell for him to cut the crap and give her stuff back so she could start her day, damn it.

Eventually he conceded, on the condition she stop watching him like a hawk. She refused, of course. But now, in the almost silent library with the only sound being her handwriting on paper, the air felt thick.

Almost suffocating.

“You seem tense,” he stated.

“And you seem annoying.” Was her quick reply.

Lucifer gave a small chuckle at that, she was so fun to poke and prod at. He was almost tempted to use his grace on her, just to tease her and gage her reaction. Standing to his full height, he walked behind her, placing his arms on both her sides. He could hear her heartbeat fastening and could sense her body heating up at the mere closeness. Lifting a hand, he slowly maneuvered it up her right arm before find its way into her hair.

She did her best to not give him a reaction, trying so hard to focus on her research as his dull nails gently scratched her scalp. Slowly his left hand reached up to the side of her neck, gently cupping her throat as he leaned down to sniff her hair, noticing the way her breathing hitched and pulse raced, her eyelids fluttering.

He moaned softly as he inhaled her shampoo, moving towards her ear.

“I can’t wait to break you.”

Lucifer’s forked tongue gently licked the shell, his grip tightening on her throat before he turned her around and once again stood at full height. He gave a smirk, “Tell me,” his hands went back to his pockets before he crouched to his knees in front of her, “what exactly would a girl like you be into?”

Her head was swimming in subspace already, as much as she tried to fight it. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair as she tried to remain calm. “I don’t need to tell you that,” she spat. She shook her head softly, trying to keep her thoughts as clean a slate as possible if he was gonna try digging for fun.

All he could do was smile at her resilience, this made it so much more fun; watching her fight her desire as he broke down each one of her defenses with just the smallest push. His large hands went to her knees, and as much as she tried to keep her legs closed he had no problem ripping them open so he could see up her skirt. “Oh, you poor little thing,” he mocked, placing his head between her legs before she could even try to push him away, his teeth gently pressing on her clothed clit.

Her gasp and grasp on his hair merely stirred him on as she tried to pull him away, tried to move as his hands once again found themselves holding her in place.

“Lucifer, please, don—“ a hum caused her to squeal as she continued to try and fight him, her face stained in blush and her pussy so wet she was embarrassed by just how aroused she was. He was barely even doing anything, licking around her clothed clit gently as he placed open mouth kisses against her wetness and licking the wet spot forming.

“You’re such a bad little girl,” he murmured. “Whatever shall I do with you?” Tears formed at the corner of her eyes as he tortured her swollen clit with gentle caresses. Before she could even process she found herself straddling his face with his hands wrapped around her wrists so she couldn’t move. Against her will she found herself grinding against his tongue and teeth, desperately attempting to find her high as he growled against her, tightening his grip on her small wrists as she’d fight him trying so hard to break free.

“Oh, that’s right, little one,” he could be heard from under her skirt from where he laid on the library floor. “Cum on daddy’s face, come on.” He continued to work at her, her moans echoing throughout he sucked harshly on her clit. Lucifer’s hands wrapped themselves against her thighs so that normally, a human would be gasping for air but this was an angel— the Devil— and he was gonna make her cum no matter what.

“Lucifer, please-“

“Oh, I love hearing you beg.”

“I’m gonna cum, I can’t take it, it’s too much—“

“Too bad.”

And with that he firmly ground her pussy into his face and growled, sending vibrations and waves of pleasure throughout her body and she let out a sob-like moan, desperately trying to lift her hips as he eagerly and hungrily lapped up her juices. Lucifer laid her down on the floor and pinned her wrists, watching the aftershock of her orgasm with a self-satisfied smirk. He hummed softly before grinding his hard cock against her swollen, still clothed pussy that was just oh so sensitive.

“Oh, my, Princess,” the nickname sliding off his tongue as she squirmed against his body. “You really are a fighter.” He watched her glazed eyes, eyeing her expression as he started to hump against her, his cock still in his jeans as he let out a low groan. She let out a whine as he rubbed himself against her core.

“I can’t believe how wet you are, just for me? You like my big, strong hands holding you down against your will? You like my body pressing into yours and making it so you can’t escape?” His hips moved fast against her as he spoke against her lips, her head moving away as if to hide but he used his grace to keep her wrists down and one hand went to her throat and the other to grip her face.

“You like me taking you.” Lucifer smiled, she could deny it all she wants but her body accepted him like it was nothing. “You like me making you moan and whimper,” another moan escaped his lips but he could do this all day. Her body thrashed under his pathetically, her legs trying so hard to escape as he sucked a nice, big hickey into her neck with a noticeable bite mark causing her to whine loudly at the contact. He let out a deep, dark moan that caused her to echo it as his eyes closed before opening and flashing red.

“Would you let to play a game, little one?” Lucifer whispered, edging her closer to her second orgasm faster than she’d realized as he halted his movements, smirking as she whined at the loss of contact.

“Game…?” She stuttered, now moving in desperation for him to continue.

He loved watching her fight back and forth on what she wanted and knew she’d willingly submit eventually. He hummed in response, taking in her messy makeup and hair, the way her clothes seemed to cling to her more now that she was completely aroused and at his mercy. Moving down to her ear once more, the closeness making her moan unintentionally as he couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction.

“I’m going to let you go,” a short breathe was released beneath him. “And I want you to try and hide from me, run as fast as those legs can carry you and if I catch you..” He knew he would, “I’m going to ravage you like the little fucking slut you are.”

And with that, she scrambled from the floor, running as fast as she could as he gave her a head start, walking behind her at his normal pace. Her footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the bunker as she tried to find anywhere to hide.

“Where are you, little girl?” Lucifer sang, his usual smirk plastered to his face. He knew exactly where she was, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. “You don’t want to play with daddy anymore? Is that why you’re hiding?” From where she stood in a closet, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was gonna jump out of her chest, she bit her lip at the nicknames. He had to stop or he was gonna find her quicker than anticipated. She wondered how much of his powers he was using or if he was just getting lucky.

His footsteps got closer, his hand jiggling the clearly unlocked door of the room she was hiding in. “Little pig, little pig,” long legs strolled towards the bathroom. “Let me in, little pig.” She covered her mouth with both hands as he got closer. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be…” Lucifer continued to sing as he reached the closet door.

“Are you in there? I can certainly smell you,” she mentally cursed the arousal and orgasm running down her thighs as she tried to back further into the closet with no avail. Suddenly, everything went silent, all that could be heard was quiet breathing she couldn’t even see the shadow of his footsteps underneath the doorway. He couldn’t have left, that’d be too easy. She slowly inched towards the door, doing her best to be silent as she reached for the handle and

“Boo.”

Her right hand flew from her mouth as she jumped, nearly hitting him as she gasped loudly. His eyes glowed red through the darkness, her body pressed against the doorway as she desperately searched for the doorknob to escape. Lucifer firmly pressed himself against her, trapping her small frame underneath him once again.

“Look at what I caught,” his knee shoved her legs open again and he pressed his thigh right against her soaked panties. The Devil trailed his nose from her collarbone to her ear, inhaling her scent once again. “A little girl who likes to play with big, scary things; and now you’ve been caught with nowhere to go.” He moved to her other ear, continuing to whisper, “I think you like that I could kill you. How about your demons play with mine now?”

Lucifer waited for her reaction, pleased when he felt her body shiver and her aching cunt twitch against him.

“How often have you thought about me like this?” He asked, knowing the answer. He’d seen every thought she had of him, good and bad, every fantasy and he was determined to make it happen. Ghosting his lips against hers once again, teasing and watching her chase after him as he moved from her reach. It was like she was drunk, breathing him in as he was her. Her mind was so wrapped up in subspace and he thought it was just delicious. His large hands cupped her face, continuing to tease her as his glowing eyes stared at her closed ones before finally, finally closing the distance and pressing his lips against hers in a possessive manner, his forked tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he swallowed her moans.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. It was all he could think, his clothed erection squished against her belly before he wrapped her legs around his waist, a hand going to her hair and the other to her throat once again as his grace pinned her her wrists to the door. As she opened her eyes again to stare in awe, his sharp teeth bit her lower lip as she once again tried to squirm, this time in impatience and anticipation rather than trying to escape, even if it was for fun. Her mouth hung open and all she muster was, “all the better to embrace you with, my dear.” She didn’t even realize she’d said it as Lucifer growled against her, echoing her secret thoughts about his hands, his grip tightening around her throat. It was like he was the big bad wolf and he was going to devour her. His eyes bore into her soul, his cock free in an instant as he pushed her panties to the side.

He didn’t even give her time to think before he shoved himself inside, his hips bruising against her. Even if the Winchesters were home, he’d want her to be loud. To have them hear everything he was doing to her. She didn’t last long, but that wasn’t gonna stop him. His large hand left her throat, moving to her hip as he slammed into her. She continued to chant his name in prayer and his ego was bigger than ever. He was making her feel like this, he had his cock inside her and she was so, so wet for him. He knew she couldn’t think about anyone else if she tried and that spurred him on faster.

“My slut, my human.” At the rate he was going, the door should’ve collapsed at this point. She whined as he did what he wanted, taking what he wanted.

“D-“

“What?” He asked, his tone condescending. “‘Don’t stop’? ‘Don’t stop, Lucifer, I’m gonna cum’?” His put on his best whiny voice, mocking her, as the tears started to form and fall from her eyes as she struggled.

“Daddy,” she choked out, and his hips stopped inside her. His eyes glued themselves to hers as his quietly watched the panic rise in her eyes.

“What was that?” He whispered, the small light from the other room illuminating his face a bit, his expression neutral.

“I-I’m sorry, Luci-“ she tried to move again, but the hand on her hip grabbed her face.

“What did you just call me.” He repeated, she let out a short breath as the tears started to fall again. His tone was firm, and she was so close to her third or fourth orgasm at this point. Yeah, he’d call himself daddy earlier, but that was to tease her. It was much different hearing it from her own lips.

“D-daddy.” She swallowed, now more aroused than terrified that she’d angered him.

Lucifer barked out a laugh, continuing his harsh pace once again as her legs began to move from his waist. “Oh, you dirty fucking whore!” He watched her intently, very much enjoying her submission. Her face was red and her body was covered in bruises due to him, and she liked it. His thrusts moved from sharp and quick to deep as he continued to mock her. “You humans surprise me every day, you especially! To think! You enjoy being humiliated and abused! By me!”

The idea sent him soaring as she clenched around him once again. The idea thrilled him as she broke down, continuing to plead to him as he thought of all the ways she could worship him, and was going to worship him, after this.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he chuckled softly. “Let me hear that pretty voice, tell Daddy what you want.” While as amused as he was, he couldn’t help but groan at the name, the feelings it brought over him. He was already possessive but this, this was something darker.

“Are you gonna cum on Daddy’s cock again, little girl? Hm?” She nodded, quickly answering with, “yes, sir!” wanting so badly to touch him as she came for a final time, his hips finally giving out as he came inside her. Lucifer groaned loudly as he spilled himself inside her, calling her name as he pulled out and some of his seed began to spill. Her vision was hazy as he let her go from her invisible restraints, holding her to him on the floor.

“Oh, I knew playing with you was going to be so much fun.”

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