#anyways his horn has some shimmers!!!

[qalrey]

🍭

[misc-obeyme]

I don't know how I feel about this smut right here, but I spent some time writing it so I might as well post it, right?

I'm really obsessed with all of their demon forms. I love the horns, the wings, the tails, everything. There is just something about them that I find soooo hot. Does this make me a monster fucker? I honestly don't know, someone please tell me. I feel like they're still mostly human-like, so I don't think it counts?

Anyway, the point here is that I wanted to write some scenes where it's the first time they have sex with MC in their demon form. I imagine that the demon parts are extra sensitive in this particular situation.

Again, I'm not sure this is very good, but here it is anyway lol. Just when I think I'm getting more confident about writing smut, I question it again. Ahhh the woes of being a writer.

Lucifer x GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Note: MC's genitals are not described, once again I tried to keep it gender neutral. Established relationship, not the first time they're having sex, just the first time in demon form lol.

Warnings: demon form (obviously), penetrative sex (reader receiving), biting (but no blood)

Lucifer's bedroom was lit by the soft orange glow of candlelight, shadows playing against the walls, the air warm. You sat on the soft silk sheets of his bed, your clothes long discarded back by the door.

Lucifer himself sat on the edge of the bed with his back to you, waiting. You ran your hands up the muscles of his back, letting one go all the way into his hair, fingertips brushing against the gray edges.

"Show me," you said, your voice hushed.

Obediently, Lucifer shifted into demon form. You watched as the horns emerged and the two sets of wings unfurled before you.

You couldn't help sucking in a breath. You had never been this close to them before.

The black glossy feathers shimmered in the light, trembling slightly. You slowly traced your fingers downward, branching them out over the tops of his wings, feeling the bone structure beneath the feathers. Tenderly, carefully, you let your fingers run along the feathered edges, overcome by just how soft they were.

You let out a little sigh. "Stunning."

Lucifer twisted around to look at you and you saw the blush that was spreading across his cheeks. He frowned at you. "Are you quite finished, MC?"

You smiled. "Absolutely not."

He looked like he was about to protest, but he stopped when you knelt over him, straddling his lap. You ran your fingers along his horns next, delicately feeling out the pattern of the ridges. He sucked in a breath beneath you.

You looked down at him for a moment. His eyes were closed, the frown still in place, the blush as bright as ever.

You leaned forward just a little more and kissed one of his horns.

His hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you into him, pressing his face against your chest. You could feel him trembling against you. You saw the way his feathers shook slightly as his wings closed in around you.

And then you felt his lips on your chest, hot and heavy. "Please," he practically moaned against you.

You had anticipated that his horns and wings would be sensitive, but you had not expected him to react quite like this. It sent a thrill through you.

You took the entire tip of one of his horns into your mouth. He squeezed you and gasped lightly against your skin. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.

You pulled away slightly, lips still pressed to the cool surface of his horn. "Please…?"

His hands couldn't stay still, gripping your hips one moment and running up your back the next. You could feel the tips of his feathers brushing your shoulders.

"You tease me at your peril," he said, his voice so low it was practically a growl.

You could tell he was getting impatient, that you were riling him up every time you touched his horns or brushed against his feathers. His entire body was tensed beneath you, like he was doing everything he could to keep himself restrained.

There were a lot of things you could have said then, but you decided your mouth was better used elsewhere. You pressed a line of kisses along his horn before leaning back just enough to set your lips upon the black diamond on his forehead.

It was as though you had pressed a switch by doing this. He lifted you off his lap so abruptly, you had to fling your arms around his shoulders to balance yourself.

Moments later, you found yourself sprawled back on the bed with Lucifer hovering above you, his wings still tucked around you slightly, creating a sort of canopy around you both.

Lucifer lowered himself on top of you, your bodies flush together, as he kissed down your neck. The heat flooded you, every single spot where your skin touched his felt like it was on fire. You sucked in a breath and reached up, gripping his horns in your hands because you just wanted to hold on and you couldn't resist touching them again.

Lucifer rumbled low in his throat, one of his hands running up and down your side, his mouth pausing on its way down your neck. "MC…"

You let your hands slide down his horns, to grip his face and make him look up at you. You shifted beneath him, opening your legs and wrapping them around him, locking your ankles behind his back.

You pulled his head forward just enough so you could kiss the black diamond on his forehead again. His hand squeezed your hip so hard it was almost painful and the sweet moan that fell from him made the desire already pooling in your stomach flare with heat.

"Lucifer," you whispered, your lips still pressed against him. You let go of his face, reaching up to brush your fingertips down the top set of wings, the edges of which were still tucked beneath your back.

Lucifer responded by sinking his cock into you, slowly and deliberately. Your body arched beneath him, setting free his pinned wings which fanned out in a glorious display of glossy black above you.

He was so beautiful like this, eyes half closed, cheeks covered in a blush of passion, wings spread, horns visible, the black diamond glistening slightly from the wetness of your kiss. He was already lost in your heat as he so softly moaned your name.

You both stayed that way for a brief moment, taking in the feel of each other. You, mesmerized by his demon form, him, overwhelmed by the love in your eyes.

Lucifer's first thrust was so slow it made you crazy, but you couldn't help letting out a little gasp at how good it felt. Your hands clutched at his shoulders just behind his wings, your fingers barely brushing their edges.

Your legs tightened around Lucifer as he increased his pace significantly and the way his cock felt inside you made you cry out, unable to hold your voice back. You couldn't even form words, only making incoherent noises between gasping breaths. Your heart was thudding fast, your body heating up, a layer of sweat forming at your back.

Lucifer was focused on you, his lips on the hollow of your throat, his teeth brushing lightly against your skin.

Your reactions only prompted him to go harder and faster, to bite down on your shoulder just enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood. You felt the extra sharpness of his fangs. You reached up for his horns again, grasping them as he continued to thrust into you, hitting your sweetest spot every single time. You could feel the pleasure building up, so close, you were so close.

Lucifer leaned down even more, pressing himself against you and whispered in your ear, "You are mine."

Your hands slid down to hold his face again, pressing your forehead to his, holding on as your body jolted with every single thrust. You couldn't say anything back to him even if you wanted to, the sensations rolling through your body were too distracting. Even if you could, you would only agree with him.

You cried out his name as you came hard on his cock, squeezing him with every part of your body.

Lucifer growled, not at all slowing his pace, and you felt yourself careening toward over stimulation. It was so good, but you could barely think. All you managed to do was pull his head down again so you could put your mouth on his diamond one last time.

Lucifer moaned your name out low and heavy as he finally came inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up, his wings rustling around you as they shivered with the rest of him.

For a few moments, you didn't move at all, your chest heaving as you pulled in heavy breaths. You were still holding Lucifer's face and you smiled up at him before letting your hands run across his wings again.

Lucifer was flushed already, but you could still tell that he was blushing even more from the way you touched his feathers. You also knew he couldn't move away from you while your legs stayed locked around him. He was trapped there as you leaned forward again, kissing his head, kissing his horns, kissing the edge of the top set of his wings.

You soon learned that Lucifer would only put up with so much of these gentle touches before he decided to make you scream his name again.

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[fairyofshampgyu]

Devil by the Window 𖤐⁶⁶⁶𖤍♱

genre: smut, succubus demon

Pairing: beomgyu x succubus! Reader

Warnings: reader is a s*x demon, smut, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, blow job, pegging, riding, ass slapping, hair pulling, overstimulation

Word count: 1.5k

No matter what beomgyu does, he cannot seem to sleep at all.

He could scream from the utter frustration. He feels tired so why isn’t he asleep?! Could it be the coffee he had in the morning? But he always has coffee and it never does that to him. Was it the thriller he watched with Kai? He doesn’t really find stuff like that scary though. Beomgyu has tried everything from counting sheep to asmr whale sounds, none of it seems to work.

That’s when he feels the outside breeze coming from his window and being hit with the sudden yet subtle coldness. He swears he can hear something whispering his name continuously but it’s probably just the wind. 

Wasn’t his window closed? He could have sworn he never opened it. That’s strange. He leaves the comforting warmness of his sheets and gets up to close the window, lying back down and beginning to close his eyes. But he feels the chilliness almost instantly again, he sighs, opening his eyes and noticing his window was open somehow yet again.

What the hell? Now he’s a bit freaked out, there’s no way the wind could just open his window like that. He closed it fully shut too. A million thoughts race his mind, it could be because it’s dark—he’s been deprived of sleep for hours, watching that thriller earlier on and also he can be a bit of a hypochondriac—but the only reasonable explanation he could think of was a serial killer.

He’s going to get murdered tonight. Unsuspecting victim gets brutally stabbed in the middle of the night in their own home. He can already see the headlines. That’s when he sees a shadow slowing creeping in through his window. Okay, he’s absolutely, definitely, completely going to die tonight. He tries to scream but is muffled by their hand.

“Shushh relax, baby. I’m not here to kill you. Well, I could if I wanted to, but you’re too cute to die just yet.” You say to him in a sultry voice that’s not very reassuring. That’s when he’s actually able to see what’s in front of him.

Small horns on your head, matching tail, black lingerie and tits practically pouring out. Glitter shimmering and scattering parts of their face and body. This is definitely him hallucinating from the lack of sleep right now but he asks anyway, “What…What are you?”

You laugh, “I’m your wet dreams. A sex demon, succubus. I fuck people at night.”

“Oh. Cool.” Damn, he doesn’t even get this good hallucinations when he’s high.

“Oh cool? I usually get more of a reaction than that. That’s a first.”

“Are you gonna fuck me then? You can fuck me if you want.” Beomgyu shrugs, he doesn’t really care if he’s hallucinating at this point, it’s better than staring off into darkness, trying to go to sleep, crazed out of his mind. At least whatever his imagination conjured up was hot. Although, he didn’t think he was THAT freaky he has to admit. He’s kinda turned on now though.

“Wow. You really are a different one. Are you really not fazed at all? I’m a demon.”

“Yeah I didn’t know I had some sort of demon kink either. This hallucination is wild.”

“Hallucination? This isn’t a hallucination. I am very real.”

“Whatever you say.”

“This is real! I am literally real bro.”

“You can’t really prove it.”

You sigh, frustrated. “Whatever. I don’t care, I just need to fuck someone.”

Not wasting anytime, since you need to fuck in order to survive and you haven’t fucked anyone in mere hours, you crawl on his bed, sitting in front of him and pulling out his already hard dick from his plaid pajama bottoms.

You pump him a couple times then bring your mouth to his dick, sticking your tongue out and dragging his tip back and forth against it. His precum dribbling onto your tongue as you continued swirling your tongue around his tip. And then you take take him in properly. He gasps as you fit pretty much all of him in your mouth without even gagging even though he’s quite big. Must be demon things or something.

You carry on bobbing your head up and down on his dick, holding his hips down as he cutely gripped your horns with his hands for dear life, moaning out prettily. The human’s already going to cum and you can sense it.

“Need to cum…” He whimpers and says after a while, his thighs clenching.

“Aw I haven’t even started yet and you already need to cum? What a cute human. Go on then.” You say, condescendingly.

So he does, whining out and gripping on your horns even tighter, hips lifting off the mattress and squirting into your mouth.

Next, you throw him like a rag doll to his desk you see and bend his pretty figure over it.

“Wanna be fucked?”

He nods fast.

Supposedly out of thin air since beomgyu doesn’t recall you having it on previously, you’re in a strap on, dildo already lubed as well.

You slowly push the dildo into his ass and he moans, slumping his body more onto the desk. You hold onto his waist, thrusting into him. You speed up and beomgyu moans and whines even louder each time you roughly pound into him.

You slap his little ass and it seems to elicit even more moans out of him.

“More…more pleas-ahh…” He begs.

You slap his ass repeatedly until his cute cheeks and skin are red and marked, fucking into him even more harshly and fast, skin slapping sounds so loud at this point.

You tug on his long hair, still spanking his red ass and all he can do is moan continuously, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of his hair pulled, being spanked and fucked dumb too much for him, he’s practically drooling.

He’s never been fucked this good ever. At the back of his mind, he’s beginning to question whether this was all really just a hallucination of his, everything feeling almost too real. But he’s feeling way too blissed out to give a damn at all. He can’t stop his dick from leaking from it all, he could cum any second again.

“Such a whore hmmn? Just a cumslut wanting to be fucked by anything? That you even wanna be fucked by a demon?” You pull on his hair, bringing his face up. But all beomgyu can do is pant and moan even louder.

“Say it. What are you?”

“Your cumslut-ahh…” He slurs, eyes heavy and glazed up.

You take his dick, pumping it fast at the same rhythm of pounding into him and he yelps, spurting heaps of his cum onto his desk. He slumps on there, catching his breath, shutting his eyes.

You push him back on the bed, holding his dainty wrists next to his head and he complies. You straddle his waist, lining up his cock to your cunt and sinking on it, beomgyu letting out a broken mewl, he’s too sensitive but he doesn’t want you to stop at all. You begin to ride him, rolling your hips on his.

You’re starting to like this particular human. You like how he’s eager and lets you do whatever you want to him. Others haven’t been as fun. Men and their egos. This one’s also very mesmerising to look at, his features making him look like he was sculpted by the gods, you hate to admit. His reactions and moans so pretty as well. You’re tempted to keep him all only to yourself forever.

You pick up your speed significantly, riding him to oblivion, sounds of it all sticky and he’s a moaning mess, seemingly in a trance from how out of it he looks. You let your devil tail trail, moving to his face to caress it as he groans to the side, cheeks blushed.

It then slowly trails down his body along his neck and to his nipples where it continuously prods, pinching and playing with them. Beomgyu endlessly moans, gasps, whimpering and whining, any kind of sounds coming out of his mouth as you bounce wildly over his hips, up and down.

“Please…cum…need” The words not coming out of his mouth as his brain goes fuzzy and eyes get clouded, his moans increasing in octaves then his breath hitches and he spills all his cum once more.

You still continue to bounce on him erratically though, milking him of every drop he has as he spasms underneath you, overstimulated, he’s seeing stars and his ears ring from the unparalleled bliss he’s feeling. Is he gonna pass out?

“I’ll see you again soon. Sweet dreams~”

~~🌀🌀🌀~~

Beomgyu wakes up.

That was one heck of a wet dream…or hallucination…whatever it was. He feels sore and his legs kinda ache, pants soiled. He feels like a pubescent teenager again ew.

The breeze comes in through his window. He gets up to close it, seeing a trail of a glitter from the window to his roof. Huh. That’s weird.

PLEASE actually reblog and comment if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and nice if you do tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 👎🤨

[tightjeansjavi]

Tie Me Up Like I’m Surprised

Sex Escapades With Agent Peña

(Javi Peña x f!reader NSFW)

A/N: thank you to the lovely anon who sent in a request for Javi to tie you up with his tie. This one is for you, babe &lt;3

Summary: Your boyfriend Agent Peña invites you as his +1 to a cocktail party at the U.S Embassy in Colombia. You can’t get enough of the way your boyfriend looks in that tie.

~word count: 4.2k~

Warnings:established relationship, smut with no plot, semi public sex, office sex, Javi is the dom in this one, reader is 100% sub, consent consent consent, slight power dynamic (if you squint) teasing, edging, some degradation, nicknames, huge fucking praise kink, cream pie, cum eating, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v, pussy play, cock warming, mentions of smoking and drinking. Once again, this is straight up filth/porn and is NSFW. Do not open this around your boss, or coworkers please. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

Tuyo by Rodrigo Amarante

needy by Ariana Grande

Dress by Taylor Swift

Pussy is God by King Princess

You never had said yes so fast in your entire life when your boyfriend Javi asked you to be his +1 at the U.S Embassy cocktail party. The only two people that knew that you and agent Peña were dating were Steve and Connie. They both did a pretty damn good job of keeping yours and Javi’s relationship on the down low. Excitement flooded through your system at the thought of attending this event with you around Javi’s arm. His arm candy. God, the other receptionists were going to be fuming. Almost every woman in the office had a crush on agent Peña. You had nothing to worry about of course. He was all yours, and vice versa.

You had just finished clipping your earrings in when Javi knocked on your apartment door. “It’s open Jav!”

He pushed the door open then when he got a first long look at you and his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. “Are you ready cariño—holy shit.”

You were wearing a sinfully red cocktail dress. The length was work appropriate, but still flirty. The bodice was tight and hugged your curves beautifully. Just enough cleavage was peeking out for it to show your wild side while still appearing classy, professional. The hem of the dress fell at your mid knee and there was a small slit going up the side of the fabric. You paired the dress with nude, strappy heels that had just a touch of shimmer on the fabric.

“Eres tan hermosa. ¿Te has puesto esto para mí?” (you are so beautiful. Did you wear this for me?) Javi rasped as he strode into your apartment. He wasted no time to back you up into the nearest surface he could find, which happened to be your kitchen countertop. “You’re so fucking beautiful querida. You’re killing me in this fucking dress, baby.” He grasped onto your hips, burying his face between the sliver of skin visible between your breasts. He licked a sinful stripe with his tongue—

“Jav! Baby, we can’t! We’re gonna be late and you know how Murphy gets!” You threaded your fingers through the back of his hair with a giggle.

“Don’t care. He and Connie can wait five more minutes for us.” He drew his face from between your breasts and despite the fact that he knew you’d get upset at him for messing up your lipstick, he kissed you anyway.

“JAV!” You slapped his bicep playfully as you pushed him away.

“I’m sorry, cariño. You just look too damn kissable right now.” He chuckled and swiped his thumb over his lips, wiping off the residue of your lipstick from them.

“Yeah, and now your lips are cherry red Javi.” You shook your head with a grin as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him away from you playfully.

“Just means I get to carry your kisses on me all fucking night querida.”

Just when you were about to respond to his vulgarity, Steve had honked the horn from where he was parked on the street below.

“C’mon agent Peña, I need a dirty martini stat if I’m going to make it through this event.”

“You and your dirty martinis.” He chuckled, bringing his hand to your lower back as he nudged you towards the front door of your apartment. The hot, humid Colombian air was already causing the fabric of your dress to stick to your skin and you wondered how your boyfriend wasn’t dying in the tailored suit he was wearing.

He held the door open of Murphy’s car for you, letting you climb in first. He may or may not have given you ass a little pinch before he climbed in after you, pulling the door shut.

“Took you both long enough.” Steve grumbled from the driver's seat. “Was about to leave your ass here, Peña.”

Javi was already reaching into his suit pocket, pulling out his cigarettes and lighter as he placed it between his lips. “Sorry, Murphy. Had to ogle at my lady real quick.” He rolled the window down, reaching over you to roll yours down as well before he lit the tip of the cigarette.

“Oh, I’m sure you did just that.”

Javi looked over at you as he took a long drag from the cigarette and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in your direction as he brought his arm around the back of your seat, resting his fingertips along your exposed shoulder. “It’s not everyday I get to see her in a beautiful dress like this.” He shot you a wink.

At the event, in one of the U.S Embassy’s many large conference rooms, Javi was quick to head to the open bar for your dirty martini with extra Olives. He returned to your side and handed you the glass, his fingertips brushing yours as you watched him closely. The rim of the glass was perched against your lips as you took a sip. Christ, he looked so fucking good.

Much to your disappointment, your boyfriend was pulled away to engage in mindless office chatter. However, despite the distance between you, his eyes always found yours in the room.

You were specifically watching the way his hands would move to adjust his tie. The tendons in his hands would flex under contact as he placed his hand on his hip while his elbow rested alongside one of the high tables. You could tell by the expression on his face, that he was bored of the conversation he was un-actively participating in.

Your glass was nearly empty as you swirled the remaining contents around mindlessly. You caught his attention simply by pushing your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck in the most casual fashion. Your legs crossed over one another, heels glistening in the lighting as your fingers delicately held the stem of the toothpick. You wrapped your lips around one of the olives on the toothpick and sucked it into your mouth.

You heard the scraping of Javi’s chair before you caught sight of him approaching you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing cariño?” He hissed, leaning down over you as you gazed up at him innocently, lashes fluttering.

“Eating these olives and trying to get your attention. Think it worked?” Your lips curved up into a cherry red stained grin.

“Oh, it worked alright. C’mon.” He grasped your wrist in his warm palm, pulling you up from your seat. He didn’t care if anyone was watching the two of you at this point. He knew that people would gossip regardless.

“Jav what are you—”

“Shh. Just follow me. Don’t ask silly questions querida.” He tsked under his breath as he released his grip around your wrist and let his hand rest at your lower back.

Soon the two of you were outside the conference room. The echo of your heels clacking along the smooth tile could be heard, followed by Javi’s heavier footsteps behind you. After turning down a hallway, you knew exactly where he was taking you. Straight to his office.

He was quick to open the door and nudge you inside before he pulled it shut and locked it behind him. He reached under the back of his suit jacket, pulled out his gun and placed it along his desk with his badge next to it. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night, cariño. I was looking for a perfectly good excuse to depart from the conversation I was having. You gave me just the excuse I needed.”

He had you backed into his desk with zero hesitation. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you because you look so fucking good tonight Jav. Not sure why, but that tie is doing things to me.”

“My tie, sweet girl? What about it?” He was already effortlessly slipping off his suit jacket, tossing it down alongside where you sat upon the edge of his desk. When he moved his hands up to loosen the tie around his neck, you reached up to stop him.

“No no. Let me do it.” Your hands were around his, ceasing his movements as the fabric slipped between your fingers.

Javi was dipping his head down, nudging his nose against yours before he was closing the gap and capturing your lips between his. “What do you like so much about my tie, cariño? Don’t be shy.” He mumbled into your lips while his hand ghosted around the outside of your thigh as he hiked it up around his hip, causing your back to lay flat across his desk. You could hear papers and pens clinking to the ground from the movement but Javi didn’t seem to care.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways you could tie me up with it.” You breathed out against his lips, tasting the warm whiskey on his tongue wrapped deliciously in faint cigarette smoke. You were quick to grasp the buttons of his shirt, popping them open so his glistening tan chest was exposed.

“Jesus fucking Christ. That’s what you have been thinking about? You’re so unbelievably filthy baby. So filthy for me.” He mumbled against your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting out a deep exhale as he gripped onto your thigh tightly.

Your fingers skated across the exposed skin on his chest greedily as you kissed him deeper, your tongues actively exploring one another’s mouths. Your kisses with Javi were never short of filthy. You loved the way he completely took over your lips with his. “Yes, Jav. Please tie me up baby and have your way with me.” You scraped your nails down his chest, eliciting a groan from the cavern of his throat.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, cariño.” His lips detached from yours. They were smeared with your cherry red lipstick and swollen with your kisses. He didn’t waste another second before he slipped his tie from around his neck as he leaned down over you. “I could blindfold you. Or gag that pretty mouth of yours. Hmm..” he pondered while he stood between your legs. He couldn’t help but let his hand that was gripping the outside of your thigh, dip inwards before his thumb was brushing lightly across your clothed clit. He could feel the wetness pooling through the fabric as he let out a deep chuckle. “This turning you on already querida? Your pretty little pussy has soaked through your panties.” He hummed as he applied a bit of pressure to your covered clit.

Your body lurched forward from his touch alone as you took your lower lip between your teeth. Your thighs instinctively spread open for him as he cupped your aching cunt with his warm palm. “Fuck, Jav. Please. I can’t handle your teasing tonight.”

“No? Oh, my sweet girl. You want me that bad, huh? Oh my poor poor greedy little baby.” He stroked his thumb across your clit once more. “Be a doll and grab the box of smokes from my jacket cariño.” He rasped.

You nearly cursed under your breath from how fast you were reaching for his suit jacket and pulling the box of cigarettes and lighter from the internal pocket. You placed the cigarette between his lips, holding in your soft moans as he continued to play with your clit. Your fingers shakily lit the cigarette for him as he took a drag, blowing the smoke off to the side. “Arms behind your back sweetheart. Be a good girl while I play with your pussy, okay? Just want to hear those pretty little sounds from you cariño. Want to make sure that you’re nice and ready for my cock.”

You tossed the box of cigarettes and lighter down onto his suit jacket before bringing your arms behind your back as he requested. “I’m always ready for your cock Jav.”

“I know my sweet girl. You’re always so good for me.” He kept the cigarette pursed between his lips as he removed his thumb from your clit and reached around you. You felt the smooth fabric of his tie wrapping around your wrists as he tied them together in a bow. “Now, if only I had some proper rope to tie you up completely. I think this will do for now. How’s it feel? Not too tight?”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to wiggle your wrists but they wouldn’t budge. “No, not too tight baby. Just enough that I can’t move them.” Your lips were held in a pout as you looked up at him.

“Perfect. I love seeing you like this cariño. Always looking so pretty for me.” He brushed his thumb across your lower lip, dragging it down slightly. “You want my cock now, pretty girl? Ask nicely.”

“Please, Javi. Can I please have your cock now?” You breathed out, feeling the ache between your thighs continue to pulse.

“Of course you can, baby. It’s all yours.”

With his cigarette still expertly pursed between his lips, he quickly undid the button of his dress pants and pulled the zipper down and freed his cock from the restraints. He loved the way that your eyes would widen slightly every time you saw his cock. It’s like you were amazed by the length and girth of him, no matter how many times you had seen it.

You watched the way it slapped up against his stomach, the ridged head was leaking with precum and you were nearly salivating at the sight. “Can I taste you, please Jav?”

“You want to suck my cock baby?”

“Please.”

Your lips were already parted open, eagerly waiting for him. He brushed his tip across your lipstick stained lips as your warm, inviting mouth wrapped around him. Your tongue swirled around the ridged head, tasting his salty precum. You watched with an innocent look, your mouth filled with his cock as Javi’s eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Fuck cariño. You’re going to fucking kill me with that pretty little mouth of yours.” The tip of the cigarette dipped down slightly between his lips as his hand found purchase on around your face. His thumb was gently stroking your cheekbone as you hollowed your cheeks out to take more of him in. “Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful, mouth full of my cock. You love this don’t you cariño? Look at you, filthy girl.” He hissed under his breath when the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat.

You gagged around him, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes as you looked up at him. Each time you bobbed your head, Javi could feel himself stretching out the soft, fleshy interior of your cheeks against his thumb.

More praises began to fall from his lips as you continued to suck him off greedily. Javi was in complete bliss, having you beneath him like this, mouth filled with his cock. He couldn’t wait to fill you to the fucking brim.

He reached down, tapping his cigarette out before he slipped out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ before you could speak, his lips were on yours kissing you deeply as he could taste himself on your tongue. “If you would have kept that up, I would have been cumming down that pretty little throat.” His hand was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back slightly as he nipped at your lower lip. “Wrap your leg around my waist, cariño and prop your other foot up on my desk.”

He brought his other hand around your lower back, propping you up gently so you wouldn’t fall back. Your leg found purchase around his hip while you propped your heel clad foot against the side of his desk. His tip was firmly pressed against your clothed clit, eliciting a moan from both of you. He dropped his hand that was firmly grasped around your throat, to between your legs. His fingers pulled your thin panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him.

He dragged his tip across your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal before he slowly sunk himself inside of you. He loved the way your pussy immediately gripped around him. Your walls were wet, warm, and inviting and he could stay buried inside of you forever. He felt your heel digging into him from where it was wrapped around his waist. “So fucking tight cariño. Taking my cock so well. Fucking love the way your pretty little pussy grips around me.” He jutted his hips forward, knocking you into his desk as your lips parted open.

“Fuck me, Jav.”

“That’s the plan querida.” He chuckled as he rutted his hips into you again. At this angle, with your thighs spread wide, you could feel him everywhere inside of you. Your head fell back slightly as a moan slipped out as he fucked into you.

Javi’s hand was still firmly wrapped around your lower back, keeping you steady as his other hand gripped onto the edge of the desk for support. More things were being knocked over from how hard he was fucking you. He could see your tits bounce under the fabric of your dress with each heavy thrust.

He silenced your sweet moans with his lips where his teeth clashed against yours in a heated, desperate kiss. He drank in your sweet sounds, praising you against your swollen lips as you clenched and pulsed around his thick cock. “That’s it baby. So good for me. Always such a good girl. You wanna cum my sweet girl? Not until I say” he mumbled into your lips.

In one swift movement, he had slipped out of you and carefully flipped you over on his desk so you were bent over the side of it, your wrists bound behind your back with his tie. You were at his complete and utter mercy now.

Javi had given his cock a few quick tugs as he crouched down, and dragged his tongue across your soaked pussy a few times getting a proper taste. Your thighs quivered when you felt his tongue flatten against your clit. “Javi. Fuck. Please! D—don’t tease me you asshole.” You mewled.

“Shh. Don’t worry, my sweet girl. You’ll get my cock again in just a second.” He hummed against you, flicking his tongue a few times before he stood up. You felt his hands harshly yank your hips back against him. “You gotta learn some patience, cariño. Enjoy the moment.” His hand had harshly made contact with your left ass cheek. His open palm stung the soft skin as your body lurched forward. He leaned down over you, soothing the red skin with a kiss before he bit down causing you to let out a surprised yelp.

“Jav..” you warned.

“Be a good girl for me, cariño. Don’t make me tell you again.” His lips dragged from your ass up your spine and between your shoulder blades. His broad frame completely enveloped around you as he slowly slipped back inside of you. He was less gentle this time as he rammed into you, over and over again. The hem of your dress was bunched up over your hips as you cried out his name.

He let his hand dip under you, flattening across your stomach before dipping down between your legs where his fingers furiously began to rub at your already swollen clit. The building orgasm in the pit of your stomach had your ass arching into him, meeting his thrusts half way as you gyrated your hips back into him. “That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on my cock, just like that cariño. Look at you being a filthy little whore for me. Getting yourself off on my cock.” He flicked your clit faster, edging you to your crashing release.

“Javi—javi! Please, baby. Please let me cum!” You were nearly sobbing at this point as he continued to relentlessly pound into you.

His eyes were locked on where your bodies were connected. With each thrust of his hips, and glide of his cock, he could see you gripping him, coating his cock in your arousal. “You wanna cum, my sweet girl? C’mon cariño. I know you’re so fucking close baby. Cum around my cock. I want you to complete fucking coat me. You think you can do that for me baby?”

You replied with a strangle moan, mixed in with his name as you clenched around him.

“Ahh. That’s it. There she is, there’s my pretty fucking girl. That’s it baby. I got you.” He listened to your sweet sounds of ecstasy fill his office space and his greedy ears. His fingers continued to work your clit as you hit your orgasm with a deafening crescendo.

“Wh—where can I cum cariño? I don’t want to ruin this pretty dress of yours—”

“Inside of me Javi.”

“Are you—”

“Yes. Just fucking do it.” Your walls were still clenching around him. “I’m on the pill, and we’re both clean.”

As soon as he had your full consent to cum inside of you, nothing was stopping him as he grunted out your name. Sinking his nails into your hip as he spurted his hot ropes of cum into your pussy. You felt him coat your walls entirely as he collapsed against you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he stayed buried deep inside of you. His cock twitched a few times before it softened but he didn’t have the strength to move yet. “Fuck Me.” He whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck.

Yours and his cum was dripping out of your pussy and around his softened cock. You both were catching your breath as the post sex high set in. Javi slowly propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at where he was still buried deep inside your pussy before he gently untied your wrists. “How was that baby? You feeling good?” He softly spoke as he tossed his tie over his suit jacket.

“Absolutely turned my fucking brain to mush, Jav.” You looked over your shoulder at your proud grinning boyfriend. “If you’re gonna stay inside of me like this, mind grabbing me a smoke?”

“If you’re alright with it, and of course cariño.” He grabbed a cigarette from the open container on his desk and placed it between your pretty lips before he lit it for you.

“Mmm. Well, you’re in luck because I quite enjoy the way you fill me up baby.” You propped yourself up on your elbow as you wiggled your ass back against him, taking a long drag from the cigarette.

“This is why you’re absolutely going to murder me one of these days. Can’t just go and say that shit to a man baby. You know what it does to me? Not to mention, you look so fucking pretty, cigarette between those lips, my cock still buried inside of you after you’ve been properly fucked. God, you’re so beautiful.”

You let out a soft giggle as you took another drag before plucking the cigarette from your lips and reached back and placed it between his lips.

“Mmm. You should have brought your camera so you could have taken a picture of me like this. Oh well, next time.”

Javi took a long drag, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he slowly slipped out. He used a few tissues from the Kleenex box that was discarded on the floor to gently wipe between your thighs. He gently fixed your panties and pulled your dress back down over your thighs before he tucked himself back into his pants.

“We should probably make ourselves presentable before we head back out there. Hopefully no one has noticed our absence.” He swiped his thumb across your lower lip, leaning down as he gave you a quick peck.

You both quickly tidied up his desk, picking up the discarded papers from the floor and neatly stacking them once more. You both headed to the empty bathrooms, cleaning up your appearance as you did your best to wipe away the smeared lipstick residue from his face.

By this time, Steve and Connie 100% knew that you and Javi were up to no good as you finally made a reappearance. Your boyfriend’s hair was tousled, and his tie was crooked but at least his fly wasn’t down. Your lips were swollen and your dress was a bit crinkled at the bottom. If that wasn’t the dead giveaway, it must have also been the fact that you both had that post sex glow to your faces.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Steve had inquired.

“Wanted to show her something in my office.”

“Are you—did you guys really?”

“We sure did. Anyway, I’m parched. You want another dirty martini cariño?”

“Nah. I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks please.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, giving your waist a light squeeze before him and Steve went to go order another round of drinks.

“Did you guys do it in his office?” Connie asked.

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s written all over your face babe.”

“We did, and it was just as hot as you’re thinking it is.”

“Damn, I’m gonna need to convince Steve to let me visit him after hours sometime.”

You and Connie giggled together as you glanced across the room at agent Peña. He shot you a flirty wink, causing Steve to roll his eyes in annoyance.

Damn you Javier Peña, damn you.

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[skyeslittlecorner]

Tails for all! - Kings edition

Other parts: Gehenna | Tartaros | Hades | Avisos | Nilfheim | Abaddon | Paradise Lost

Satan

The most classic tail, simple elegance. Ankle-length, black, with a red arrow at the end, just like his horns.

At the base, it is as thick as the wrist and tapers towards the end.

Identical to the horns to the touch, set won in the lottery.

You'll recognize his emotions more easily by his tail than by his face, he wags it like a cat when he wants to make some noise and lifts it at the base when he's happy.

The end has rounded corners, making it resemble an elongated heart instead of an arrow.

Sensitiveness 8/10. Doesn't like it when someone touches him by surprise.

When he's in a good mood, he gives tail slaps instead of kicks. The nobles are delighted.

It's not sharp at the end, so he'll try to stick it inside you. It's smooth and slippery, an arrow produces milk just like horns, and it fits so good.

Mammon

Big tail for a big man. Long, winding along the ground, golden and scaled. Standard tip without decorations, at least as thick as Mammon's thigh at the base.

His tail and greed gave rise to the legend that dragons collect treasures.

The upper scales look like pure gold, the lower scales are black and resemble obsidian. The entire tail resembles flakes of stones and precious metals.

The scales are bumpy like his horns, but it has no spines or blades.

Surprisingly warm. The scales at the base are very large.

Sensitiveness 5/10. He really enjoys being scratched hard as you leave lighter marks on his scales from the pleasure.

He likes to put his tail in his lap and you on top of him and watch you grind against him while he plays with your ass.

Leviathan

Not much longer than Satan, but covered with scales. They are soft compared to Mammon and shimmer like smoky mirrors. At the base, it is as thick as two cupped hands, shimmering purple and black.

Its ending is unique. On land it has a long, soft fur, but when he approaches water he can wrap a thin layer of skin around it, making it membraneous and resembling and looking like a fin.

Similarly, it has tiny long fins on its sides. They are a bit sharp, so sometimes he hurts himself with them. (Kiss these wounds, he will criticize you but he will love it anyway.)

Due to childhood trauma, he learned to hide his tail, wrapping it under his clothes and only showing the tip. That's why many demons think his tail resembles that of a deer.

Very, very sensitive. 12/10. Proceed with care.

He loves playing with his fins, but of course he won't tell you that.

Just seeing his tail in all its glory is incredibly rare, and being choked with it is the greatest honor. Not even Solomon experienced it.

Beelzebub

rainbow unicorn tail narwhal tail insect abdomen A long tail, similar in thickness to Leviathan's, but does not taper towards the end. Black, with dark green lines on the sides and back.

As befits the Lord of the Flies, his tail resembles a pelecinus polyturator. Composed of segments like a scorpion. Shiny, slippery and very hard. Chitin.

Green stripes are not just decoration. He can pull out the blades from them, and whipping will easily cut off your limb. He can pull out a sting at the tip, each blade producing a paralyzing venom.

His whip is almost a mirror image of his tail, but with golden blades instead of green.

While the rest prefer to wrap their tails around their legs, its natural position is twisted upwards, also like a scorpion. When he feels uncomfortable, he can "blow out" his tail into a swarm of flies that follow him. After all, it is a deadly weapon.

Sensitiveness 2/10. He likes it because it gives him an advantage over you. Until you start scratching his skin at the base. He's all yours on his knees.

If he doesn't pull the stinger out, the tip is rounded and a little bulbous, but you won't notice until he's deep inside you.

Lucifer

Long and thick, almost like a Mammon, phenomenally beautiful, angelic white with golden reflections. Resembles a snake. It splits in 1/3 and has two ends.

If you get close enough to it, you'll see that the base is as red as its horn.

You'd expect it to feel like reptile scales, but it's more like smooth feathers. Soft, but only the top layer. When you press it, you feel that the core is iron-hard.

He has the same scar as on his chest above his tail, only smaller.

Sensitivness 6/10. Unlike others, instead of pleasure, he may suddenly be struck by pain. Take care of him.

That doesn't mean he won't use his tail against you.

He wants to see your tears when you have his penis in your mouth and the tips of his tail in both holes.

[or-is-it-all-just-an-obsession]

Death smiles at us all

Beautiful Tokyo of the noughties, the city breathed a mixture of humidity and exhaust fumes, saturated with the smell of street food, tobacco and fresh paint. High-rises stretch into the sky like steel trees, and neon signs in bright, even acrid colors shimmered with lights at every turn, promising entertainment, food and danger. The streets were full of noise: the squeaking of brakes, horns, the hum of people and their quick steps on the asphalt. Everyone is in a hurry somewhere. Everything was mixed in one seemingly endless symphony, in which millions of people lived and breathed.

Teenagers, in turn, grouped at subway stations and slot machines, wore loose jackets with tiger or dragon patches, chains dangling from their pockets, and low-waisted jeans for girls. Street pack fashion was a symbol of belonging, strength, and independence. Everywhere you could find boys and girls with tousled hair dyed bright colors and eyes full of determination, carelessness, or hidden anger.

At this time, among the noise of the street, there was a place where I always found refuge. The motorcycle shop "S.S MOTOR" was small but cozy, littered with motorcycle parts and old photographs. The smell of machine oil and iron created a feeling of peace. It was here that I sat next to Shinichiro, watching him work on another bike of some acquaintance. A strange combination of circumstances brought us together a couple of years ago and since then I have followed him like a faithful tail. Shin-san has always seemed to me to be the center of the universe, became a family, finding me in the chaos of Tokyo

"Hey, give me the key for ten," Shinichiro squatted by one of the bikes and glanced in my direction. His voice sounded familiar softness, mixed with fatigue.

Silently handing over the tool, I felt how the hot air of the store and the hum of its work created a sense of security, time flowed differently here.

"You know, you remind me of me," he grinned, wiping his oily hands on a rag. "I was like that too - clinging to someone, thinking that this is how I could find my way."

Averting my embarrassed gaze and hiding my face, I asked. "So what, did you find it?"

Shinichiro laughed, and his laughter was as warm as ever. "Not really. But you know, sometimes it's enough just to be around the people who are important to you."

I did so, stayed by his side, sometimes began to make fun of him with Waka-chi and Taka-chi. At such moments, I realized that it didn't matter if he was a hooligan, the founder of the Black Dragon, or just the owner of a motor store – for me, he was everything, the place and people changed, but I stayed close.

"If it weren't for those damn boys"

August 2003. Evening was descending on Tokyo, and the street lights mingled with the darkness. The small shop was a bright spot among the shadows and seemed almost cozy, despite the shabby sign and the eternal smell of oil. No matter how hard they tried to send me home, I still stayed with Shinichiro.

"Come on, it's late, go. I'll close it soon and catch up with you," he said, adjusting the collar of his work jacket. His gaze was soft but insistent.

"Shini-san, come on, where am I going to go alone? You know I'm going to stay," I replied with a grin as I sat down on the toolbox.

He only smiled, shaking his head. "Well, well, that's enough. Come on, I'll close the store now"

Reluctantly, I got up and pretended to leave.

"Let's go to the grocery store on the way"

"Okay!"

But as soon as we moved a couple of steps away, we heard a crash behind us. We looked at each other, realizing that the sound came from his store

"Something must have fallen," Shinichiro stiffened. - "Go ahead, I'll quickly check and catch up with you, okay?"

"If someone robs you, what will you do? Even I'm stronger than you," I said, trying to defuse the situation.

"What if we go together and get into trouble? You'd better wait here."

I sniffed in displeasure, but nodded anyway. "Just don't linger, okay?"

He turned around and ran back to the store, leaving me alone. "And how long should I wait..." - I muttered under my breath, but I did not receive an answer.

After standing for a couple of minutes, something inside me began to sound the alarm, not coming up with anything better, I headed for the store, but what I saw stopped time.

Shinichiro was lying on the floor, passed out, and two teenagers were standing above him, not recognizing them in the dark immediately, I was only worried about Shin. I ran to them and pushed away one guy who was already sitting in front of the lying body.

"Why are you standing like idols, call an ambulance!" - a scream escaped from my throat, which seemed to bring them back to reality. And I realized who they were - Baji and Hanemiya.

Baji was trying to find the phone, and Hanemia was saying something under his breath, I wasn't listening, I found the phone in my uniform pocket and handed it to Baji, his fingers trembling so much that he could barely dial the number.

"This... it shouldn't have been like this," Baji muttered.

"Seriously? Is that all you can say now?" my voice trembled.

"It's all because of Mikey. So if you don't kill Mikey, then..."

I grabbed Shinichiro's head and pressed against his chest. "Shini, please wait for the ambulance, everything will be fine..." - my words sounded more like a plea. His skin was cold, and his breathing was becoming more and more shallow.

He smiled, with the same gentleness I had always known. "Forgive me... I will not be able to keep my promise..."

"Shut up, don't you dare say goodbye anymore!" - I felt my eyes fill with tears, but I forced myself to hold on. "Everything will be fine!"

Sirens sounded in the distance, getting closer with every second, but the world inside me collapsed. Shinichiro's head became heavier, and his chest stopped rising. All the subsequent events flashed before his eyes, as if in a fog, he was taken away on a stretcher, Baji and Hanemiya were handcuffed, it turned out that the police arrived along with the ambulance. Their faces were filled with shock and guilt.

When I was asked about what had happened, I answered mechanically, giving the necessary explanations, but even when I was sent home, there was an empty, icy feeling inside me, I did not know what to do next.

All the days merged into one single lump, which repeated day after day. The day of the funeral was gray, covered with clouds, not a single ray of sunlight was released. Various people from the family, from the gang, those who somehow knew him, gathered. Someone's tears and whispers sounded everywhere like white noise, but I did not understand, or maybe did not want to understand them, the words seemed meaningless, distant and foreign.

Standing in the midst of the crowd, I felt as if I were alone on this earth. Everything that had seemed important before disappeared in an instant. My beam of light that had guided me through the darkness suddenly went out, leaving me alone again. Everyone had families, friends, people they could rely on, and I had only him. Shinichiro. And now he is gone.

Only one soap tormented me, that everything could have been different if only I had not let him go, insisted on going with him.

My body seemed to be moving on autopilot, and I walked over to the tombstone, looking at the engraved name. The smell of damp earth, of a freshly dug grave hung in the air. The flowers placed at the foot seemed so bright against the gray day, but even they could not dispel the darkness inside me. I didn't want to believe that this was the end.

"You'll stay in my heart forever, Shin," I whispered softly, clutching a small bouquet in my hands. My words trembled in the air like leaves in the wind. "I'll never forget you..."

The life in me stopped, and each new dawn seemed like just another reminder that nothing would return, and the world around me remained the same - the same streets, the same store with the smell of oil, the same empty conversations with people whom I almost did not notice.

When someone who was the meaning of your existence leaves, you are left with a void that nothing will fill, but I was not the only one who experienced it. Manjiro, Shinichiro's younger brother, suffered just as much, if not more. If Shinichiro was dear to my heart, then his younger brother had a special place for him, in return and for him, he was also everything. He replaced his parents, became his support and protection, and now he has been taken away from him. I knew him for a long time, from Shini's stories and from rare meetings. The little blond boy, with a wide smile and sparkles in his eyes, now looked like a shadow of himself. In his eyes, so similar to those of his brother, melancholy and fatigue also settled. We were both drowning in our pain, but each in his own way.

On the rare occasions when I was at Sano's house, I only appeared to chat with Shinichiro, but now I avoided this place. I thought that by avoiding I could run away from my pain, but one day everything changed

Late at night, walking around native places, suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle. For a moment, my heart, but turning around, I saw Manjiro. He raced down the street like a ghost. His face was pale and tired, and his gaze was blank, like that of a man who has lost his bearings. He drove past me, but almost immediately slowed down, looked at me as if he was trying to remember who I was.

"Hello," I said awkwardly, my voice sounding strange and hollow.

"Is that you...?!" his voice was hoarse, filled with doubt and fatigue.

We froze in silence, not knowing what to say to each other, probably both were too absorbed in our thoughts and pain. Now I thought about the fact that I looked terrible - eyes swollen with tears, carelessly disheveled hair, and I also don't remember the last time I washed my face.

"Will you ride with me?" his question sounded strangely confident, and I nodded. Tokyo at night has always been a place of delight for me, when the whole city shimmered with various lights, sparkling in the dark, reflected in the river, and all this created the illusion that heaven and earth merged into one magical space. It is a city of contrasts: ancient temples and nightclubs coexisted with each other, creating a unique and inimitable appearance. It was a city that never slept, a city where everyone could find something for themselves.

The motorcycle carried us through the glowing streets, and for a while, the cold loneliness receded, dissolving in the noise of the city and the soft whistle of the wind. A couple of hours later, he dropped me off at my house. During all this time we did not exchange a word, but this trip was like a breath of fresh air. And I fell asleep a little calmer than usual.

It became a habit, the next night we also spent driving through the streets, again without saying a word, just enjoying the silence and scenery. This was repeated over and over again, until one day, sitting by the river, Manjiro spoke. We started with little things - about school, about how we spend our days. I found out that he was either sleeping or walking with the gang, sometimes riding alone.

"At school, I usually sleep, eat, and then sleep again. If it gets boring, I just leave," he said with indifference, but in his voice you could hear that he didn't care about all this.

Once we arrived at the night beach. The sound of the waves was soothing, soft and melodious, in the darkness the waves lapped against the shore, leaving a wet trail in the sand, and the moon illuminated their path. Sitting next to each other, we listened to the sound of the sea. It was one of those moments when the pain receded. Such trips have become islands of happiness, making you feel that life can be calm.

Quietly singing the tune of familiar songs, I plunged into my thoughts, at some point I noticed that the person lying next to me began to feel sleepy, and his eyes slowly closed.

Such habitual trips brought us so close that he no longer let me go. If I wasn't around, Manjiro would find me himself, as if he couldn't stand being alone. Our nights began to be filled with conversation, sometimes silence, and sometimes I sang him lullabies that seemed to soothe him and bring him peace, he seemed to forget his pain, and his face, even for a brief moment, became calm.

But no matter how hard I tried to lull him to sleep with my song, he still followed the path of his older brother. With his gang, he gradually conquered territories, creating his name in a world dominated by fighting and force. He burned with a desire to become someone significant, perhaps a worthy heir to Shinichiro.

If I had the opportunity, I stayed by his side, watching him lead his people. He introduced me to the other founders, but there was one with whom we don't talk about the events of that night, both realized that it was a taboo topic that neither of us brought up, Baji, sometimes I helped him with his homework. In my head I understood that he was not to blame, but the flame of anger and resentment burned in my heart. Another nice guy, Mitsui, often hosted me at his home, especially when I escaped from my own house, staying there and helping to look after the sisters when he needed to leave for another meeting.

The illusory normality of life, which briefly showed part of something normal and that despite all the difficulties, remained relatively peaceful until one day Hanagaki appeared. His presence was a breaking point, the beginning of something dark, as if fate had decided to test us again. With his arrival, everything began to change, and a series of events followed, which brought only pain and suffering. Everything spun again, as if in a vicious circle, where dark days repeated one after another.

Each fight, each new conflict, has only taken us further away from the moments of peace that we were building. And each new death of loved ones distanced Manjiro further and further away, and each new day he had to put on a heavier mask, and his eyes, once alive, now resembled emptiness. It was like some kind of déjà vu, as if everything we had experienced before was coming back, and we were going through the same painful cycle over and over again.

The only thing that remained was the expectation of an end that seemed to never come.

[serensational]

hello i would die for a sneak peak of your cowboy au 🫡🫡

ask and you shall receive 😘

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take a shot lemon drop (then we'll rock all night)

“Next up, rider number 17, Eddie Diaz on Sirocco!” She called into the microphone with fake enthusiasm, but Buck’s was all sincere. He finally perked up, clapping a little more heartily along with everyone else. He craned his neck to see what was happening, and he finally caught a glimpse of Eddie– well, his horse, anyway. She was a gorgeous American Quarter Horse, a bigger one too, coming in at around sixteen hands. She had a silky, dark and dusty brown coat, lighter dusky dapples covering her. Her muscles flexed in the dingy lighting, accented with her perfectly fitted tack. The only thing better than the horse, in Buck’s opinion, was the rider. 

Eddie sat atop his horse with the confidence of someone who had already won. And knowing Eddie, Buck didn’t doubt that was what was going through his mind at the moment. He was clad in dark-wash jeans, and Buck could appreciate how they hugged Eddie’s ass and thighs. As for a top, he was wearing a deep maroon button-up, folded up to his elbows. His biceps tested the seams of it, and Buck had to swallow thickly. He was freshly shaven and atop his head sat a black leather cowboy hat. Eddie walked Sirocco around in a circle before lining her up with the entrance to the arena, and there seemed to be a unanimous lull of anticipation in the crowd’s cheers. 

Buck watched with reciprocated anticipation, waiting for the horn to blare signaling the start of the run. A few silent beats went by, then said horn blared, and Sirocco was off. Cheers erupted from all around as Eddie guided the horse effortlessly around the first barrel, making a sharp turn and beelining for the second. Buck felt like his eyes couldn’t keep up with how fast Eddie was going. It was like he was entranced. Everyone before Eddie seemed a bore, but now he could barely take his eyes off the other. He looked completely in his element, back muscles flexing against his shirt as he rounded the last barrel. Buck’s mouth fell half-open, and then he was balling his hands up as he spared a glance at the big analog timer on the wall. 

“Come on, come on,” Buck murmured to himself, watching as Eddie booked it towards the exit. He watched as Eddie kicked Sirocco’s sides, and somehow the horse got faster, and then it was over. Eddie was across the threshold, calming Sirocco down. There was a beat of silence, and then the crowd roared louder than he’d heard the whole day. Buck launched up along with the rest of them, clapping ferociously and cupping his hands around his mouth to whoop and holler. Eddie had claimed the title of fastest runner by two seconds. 

Buck suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of pride and admiration, and he didn’t know what to do with it. Eddie slowly walked Sirocco around and waved towards the crowd at his claim of the new record, eyes scanning all the people. Buck watched as he turned the horse in his direction and walked towards his side of the stands, eyes still flitting over the crowd. Their eyes locked then, and Eddie’s smile grew exponentially, into that infamous, toothy grin that Buck begrudgingly adored. Eddie reached up and took his hat off, clutching it against his chest, hair mussed and sweaty. His sun-marked skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat, and Buck selfishly ogled him for a minute.  Some girl in front of him distantly squealed, probably thinking Eddie was looking at her, but Buck knew he wasn’t. Blood rushed behind Buck’s ears and it overtook the shrill and boisterous cheers of the crowd, and he felt his cheeks heat up. It felt like it was only him and Eddie right now, everyone else some distant apparitions that were miles away. Just them two. But then Eddie winked and blew a kiss at him, and the thundering of Buck’s heart (metaphorically) stopped. 

Oh. 

Oh.

 He was so very, royally fucked.

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this is just a snippet, but this has been soooo fun to write so far oml, hope you enjoy!!!

[r0-boat]

Prince's Greatest Treasure

Human! Silas x Dragon hybrid! reader

Part 1 -sfw

Part 2 - nsfw

Wc: slight Stockholm syndrome, yandere, kidnapping, hitting and retaliation, biting

Young Crown Prince of his Kingdom of the Golden Sun and General of the most powerful army on the continent.

Silas Creed the charming 3rd prince quiet, Cold, and Stern yet soft, and awkward. A role model to soldiers and popular bachelor to King's looking to give him their daughters and sons' hands in marriage. No matter how many times fair noble women in there sparkling gems and with their elegant dresses, to whom gentleman with kill for a chance to have look their way try to seduce and get the Prince to catch their eye. But Silas was always distant paying them no mind for their was already another he loved.

Ah yes, it was love at first sight. That day he first laid his eyes apon you. He would have mistaken you for a forest nymph if it weren't for the beautiful scales a color that caught his eye that shimmered like pearls on your body which you meticulously washed as you bathed underneath the waterfall your long slender tail splashing against the water surface as you enjoy the cool refreshing is soak and Majestic horns sturdy and a symbol of your power yet clean and sensitive judging by how your fingers and palm graze against them. And you wings a dead giveaway to who you were. Outstretched with a pleasant smile on your face the sound of the waterfall and the coolness of the water against your skin and scales how do you distract it as the Prince crept closer enamored by your beauty. Hypnotized by other attributes of your human form, a hand over his armor chest as if trying to calm the beating in his heart.

He had once heard stories tales from senior nights of his army about the the terrible yet feared and revered dragons. Revered as great creatures and some even gods if one were to encounter a dragon run and pray it does not find you...

But even so, how could a beautiful, gentle creature like you do such harm? Was a thought in his mind at first before he had armies track you down and catch you. You are not only captivating but you are powerful. Fighting your hardest against the chains and ropes that held you down. No matter how hard you flap your wings you cannot stop the hordes of humans that held you to the ground.

Like a bird in its caged there you sat.

Human tales talk about royalty being held captive by a dragon in a high tower you scoff at the irony now. Has he days out the window being held steel bars enchanted with a strange magic that won't let you break free. Your wings itch to feel the winds beneath them to grow into your bigger form and take to the skies once more.

Your eyes gaze over at bars to see your captor. Silas with a loving smile on his face. How could a man who robbed you of your freedom smile like that?

"Beloved? Are you busy? May I come in?" Silas speaks in a gentle tone. Even though there was no privacy between you and him since he is refused to give you the courtesy of walls and a proper door he still asks to come into your 'room.'

Even as you do not answer, he comes in anyway, of course, gazing at you with an unblinking stare. You could almost feel his obsession with you, making you feel as if you were naked. With his intense stare, he slowly stalks toward you. That gaze now growing soft when he stands before you, his hulking figure towering above you before getting on his knees but not before holding your hips and gently turning you, wanting no craving your attention on him, Making you look down at him as he lays his head into your lap. You could kill him. You could sink your claws into his stupid flesh and rip him apart till he stops breathing, unleashing your anger in a horrid roar.

But-.

Silas smiles, nuzzling himself against your thighs. He takes his place beside you. You keep your eyes on him. Your gaze is filled with malice yet fear, but you're looking at him, and that's all he cared about. Those deep amethyst eyes you've grown to fear look at you with such love. This is hand brushes against your cheek, going down to your neck to rub against the iron and gemstone collar faceted around your neck. His proof of his love but to you, your handcuffs, the artifact that's keeping you here, sapping away at your strength until you are but an ordinary human with dragon features. Faceted tightly around your neck since the first day he brought you to the ground.

He holds your chin leaning close to press his lips against yours. Only for you to finally react, putting your hands against Silas's cold armor and pushing him away. Which made him frown, his eyes filled with hurt, as if you've kicked him and not denied him a kiss

"This again? My darling, you hurt me by denying me of your affection; don't you see my heart aches for your touch every day? I've given you delicacies of the human world. Treasures beyond your wildest dreams, I would move mountains for you. What else can I do for you? What will it take for you to love me?!" Silas says, his voice getting more and more desperate as it shakes. As much as he wants to respect the little ounce of autonomy he has allowed you to have, your little silent treatment game was becoming tiresome. He can only take so much until he snaps.

However, you were beyond your limit. And the prince explaining his love for you, telling you that he would provide anything you could ever desire, was the one thing the final drop of water to be added to the glass picture to make it burst.

As he continues to babble the same words you've heard day in and day out. His useless cries of "i love you"'s , "i treasure you"'s and sugar-sweet words about every aspect he loves about you.

you feeling the dormant rage begin to bubble up, the frustration of not being able to fight back your sorrow of missing the blue sky you thought you could hold everything inside until the prince grew tired of keeping you as more of a pet then a suitor. The urge to claw his eyes out becoming overwhelming before bubbling over you saw watery red your emotions overflowing you-!

SMACK

You hadn't realized what you had done until you were already yelling. Your clawed hand had struck his face. Even with your strength sapped, you had enough power just to slash your claws across his cheek. Silas just froze his eyes wide with disbelief as you screamed.

"Then free me! Free me from this cage you call a castle! Free me from your suffocating hold! Do not and will not love you! I hate you!"

Something seems to have broken inside of him. From months of torture from ignoring him, not giving him your undivided love and attention, accumulating to you announcing your hatred for him.

Silas was not a patient man, being without you was like agony and only to see you rip his heart to shreds see if your heart sank with an instant regret when you saw his eyes darkening, his teeth clenched.

" I see that I have been to lenient on you-" the growls grabbing you by the throat and forcing you in for a kiss. Slip smash against yours his tongue immediately darting into your mouth forcing her mouth open as his fingers press against your cheek. Even by force tasting your mouth was everything he ever dreamed of the fluttering of his heart from his first kiss from you it's almost enough to subside his anger...

Almost.

"I do not care how much you scream and disrespect me you are not leaving this place. You will love me you will learn to love me."

" and if I have to force you, then so be it." Silas said all tone in his voice and his expression dying before he lays a hand on you instead of gently caressing your skin he grabbed you with force, greedly grabbing at you. And with his sheer overpowering strength He easily manhandle you, holding you down; eager, hungry to feel his lips against your precious skin, desperate to make you see to make you realize his love for you.

Trapped in a cage which was this man's love, your options were thin, and you were getting desperate. For a moment, you started to feel that maybe this man's love for you in exchange for your freedom wouldn't be so bad. Especially now with those amethyst eyes burned red with rage. That soft voice he'd always speak to you in as he praised you for your beauty now loud booming. Those soft lips that he would like kisses upon your skin now snarl as he bites into your skin, leaving his mark of ownership. All he wanted was for you to love him. Was that really so hard to accept his gentle love and reciprocate?

[markerofthemidnight]

So, I was bored and looking around the ‘net for something to draw, when I found this awesome “draw six characters like this” template on a random Reddit post.

Anyways, even though I had to look up what almost all of these prompts were, I really liked essentially all the potential designs that could come out of them based off of my quick Google searches, so I went ahead and did it!

This whole thing took me a total of NINE HOURS, making it the longest time it’s ever taken me to finish any singular artwork. As you can see, I also finally figured out how to upload images onto canvases on ibisPaint X! THE POWER I NOW WIELD!

(basic rundown of designs under cut)

B-Side Wiggly - Most B-Side designs are basically just “the character but with a different colour scheme and a few new accessories”, at least from what I’ve seen. I don’t know why I chose Tinky’s colour scheme specifically, but I like the mix between blue and gold.

Naturally, as this is a B-Side design, I gave him a microphone for the whole… rapping thing. I also replaced his coral crown with a dollar store paper one, turned the frown on his fur pattern upside-down, and you can’t really see it because of the pose, but he also has Wiley’s dog tag necklace.

Dark World Adam - This was the only form I didn’t look up, but mainly because I knew even if I did, I wouldn’t get much out of it. We haven’t seen enough Dark World designs to be able to see much consistency from them.

The stripes on his horns kinda looking like an Imp’s (and being pieced with jewels because if his horns were real he’d totally do that) and his wings being more demon-y was intentional, but him kinda dressing like Toriel wasn’t. I just thought his robe being dark purple with flames on the sleeves and the Delta Rune on his chest would be fitting- a complete coincidence, but a fairly fitting one nonetheless!

Tainted Tozu - This one’s kind of a bastardisation of Tainted forms, because all I did was look it up once and go, “Ah, yes. I have to make one of my favourite characters look like a character from a bad creepypasta with some shoehorned-in religious symbolism.”

Naturally, Tozu was the only fitting option for that. I gave his mask a black half to call back to his OG design, turned his fake horns into real horns, and turned the X on his cape into a real X made of blood. I also went ABSOLUTELY HARD on making his eye look as creepy as possible without overdoing it- I think I did well!

Shimmering Pomni - Now, I didn’t technically need to look this one up, but I haven’t touched Terraria in a while so I needed a recap on what exactly Shimmer forms looked like. I was surprised to see that a fair bunch of them are actually references to various other games- with that, I was left with only one option.

Gave her cape a star design on its interior… mainly because it looked good, but also because the Star Cloak exists, and no matter how subtle it was, I needed to throw some Terraria stuff in there SOMEHOW. Hence the presence of the little magical girl stars around her: no matter how much of a Deltarune reference it seems, it’s still a Shimmer design at heart.

Moonbound Mind - Looked up what exactly a Moonbound design was only to quickly see that they are ABSOLUTELY AWESOME holy fuck I love this aesthetic???

Naturally, there was noone more fitting for a Moonbound Design than… the Sun. What, did you think I’d say Heart? Gave him a nice little royal design (he’s the ruler of everything in the end~) …and I don’t know why I made that moss so sparkly, but. It looks good. I like sparkly things, alright?!

Mirror Dimension Myke - That’ll only make sense to people who have been following me for the past few months, but that’s right! Myke’s a Visitant in the Mirror Dimension! A fairly sadistic and hostile Visitant, but… hey, it’s Myke, what were you expecting?

I chose the Mirror Dimension specifically for this free space… pretty much because I wanted another excuse to talk about it. The thought process behind his design was basically just “make him look like a really cool superhero”, fitting for a defender of the truth such as himself.

The visor was inspired by Peridot from Steven Universe, what with the similar colour schemes they have, and… hey- hey Myke, THE TEMPLATE! STAY INSIDE THE TEMPLATE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!

[bushkit]

Erm

So I was up at like 2 am last night for some reason, and I sat down and accidentally started writing the prologue of my MiD rewrite, it absolutely needs editing but I'll share what I managed to vomit onto Google Docs anyway :3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

Darkness. Darkness was something Tramea’s world had known for a very long time. Sometimes the stars and moon would grace the continent with their subtle light and illuminate the sky with a splatter of glowing dots that stretched onwards forever, but other times the sky was barren, like looking up into an endless void of black-nothingness. Though the sky had no light, life on Tramea survived. The trees adapted, developing leaves and buds that glowed brighter than the stars did, creatures’ eyes gifted them with better visibility in the darkness, and now everything felt quiet.

But something was disrupting this peace, something brighter in comparison to the glow of the trees and flowers. A low shimmering noise echoed through the woodlands. Bluish-purple light quickly flashed between the trunks of the fir, startling a nearby kirin and sending it bounding for the safety of the shrub. Shortly after, a small orb appeared and snaked around a large tree before whisking lower to the ground, the shimmering hum becoming more prominent. The orb floated around aimlessly, like an insect caught in a trance. Suddenly another strip of light flashed past the trees with incredible speed, making contact with the orb and causing it to fall, hovering ever so slightly over the lush grass.

A tall horned man emerged from behind a tree, glancing at the sky for a moment before cautiously approaching the orb. His hand sparkling, he took the humming orb and cupped it in his hands, observing it. He took a small glass box out of the pouch at his side, gently placing the orb inside and sealing the box with a magic graze of his hand. His attention suddenly went elsewhere, whirling around to a large stone outcrop behind him. A younger and scrawnier horned man leapt down from the top. The newcomer was smaller and scrawny, however he circled with surprising swiftness.

“Drop it!” He demanded, gesturing to the glass box with one of his daggers.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

That's it wahhh

Definitely rough around the edges, but again it was two in the morning and it’s just a draft right now. I am quite proud of it though, though it wasn’t much it did line up with the vision I have very well so I'm stoked about that. If anyone has any tips to make it a bit better I’d love to hear them! I’m a beginner writer lmao

Oh also Tramea is a continent on the world the daemos are native to

Kk bye

[shimmerbeasts]

oh , gods . why is it me , again ? why do they keep trusting me to be alone with the devil ? i couldn't even keep my own soul , when did i become reliable ? ... good thing she's so lawful . i don't know if i could say no if she wanted to set a few tents on fire . maybe she wants to go to town , make a few deals ? i'd like to see how that goes . would she let me watch ? devils are so different than demons . i don't think my patron would be too cross with me ... right ? well , it's not like i have a sending stone . wyll got a sending stone . she seems to care for him a great deal ... in her own way . i wonder if she cares about all of her warlocks like this , or if he's special . either way ... not a bad spot to find yourself in . hopefully he'll eventually take advantage of this . my ... look at those things ... her nails are huge . she doesn't look like much of a fighter ... but i bet she could slice my throat without even trying . her horns look so ... delicate , though . very regal and ... her tail ... just ... swishing ... don't look . did she see that ? well , that's just embarrassing now . i'll just pretend i was looking at my nails . she's too elegant to bring it up , but too clever to believe me . way too clever . she makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up . i wonder if she knows . i doubt wyll's ever getting out of that pact unless he offers her something she really wants ... frankly , i don't know why he'd want to . what do devils even want , anyways ? a higher ranking ? maybe . but she hasn't said anything . didn't even mention the crown . i guess i could not be paying attention . she sounds so nice , and all those clauses and sections ... ugh ... makes me so dizzy . i can't tell if she smells nice or if i'm feeling faint half of the time . no wonder they get you . 'look at me , aren't i so devilishly beautiful? sign my deal mortal, all it'll cost you it's your soul.'

"You know, for someone who has been trying to be covert, you have done a rather poor job at it."

Mizora had been standing mostly still beside Wyll's tent. The rest of the party had decided to put their savings together to hackle for a few more camp supplies in the nearby town as apparently, dinner made up of mouldy cheese, a hard bread crust, and beer was not enough to fill a group of five or so people. Furthermore, tastewise, it had a lot to be desired.

Once every while, Mizora's wings would twitch, the sunlight warming the leathery membranes. Her fingers flexed once every while like she was chasing away some tempting thought. Whenever she did so, her claws would flash as if they wanted to goat someone into imagining them covered in blood. Her tail idly swayed from side to side. Her posture made her look docile and tame, compared to the wickedness and cunning devils harboured in their hearts. While they were not as prone to mad mood swings as demons, they still had their moments of impulsivity.

Thus, there was a sudden jarringness as she turned her head to meet his gaze. Her lips pulled into a playful smile and her eyes shimmered as if she delighted in having caught Vhaal off guard like this. Even her voice did not sound like she was mad at him, but rather entertained by this development:

"Furthermore, maybe the next time someone is on your mind, do not think of them when they are merely a few feet away, Vhaal. I could tell something concerning me preoccupied you even before you kept staring at my nails, horns and tail."

She disappeared and reappeared beside Vhaal as if she had grown out of the ground. Without so much as a word of warning, Mizora brought two of her fingers against the drow's neck and brushed across it. Her nails scraped across his flesh, not even knicking it, yet the threatening pressure promised that if she just pushed a little deeper, she would have split his throat open. The layer of sweat, having collected on Vhaal's neck, slid down his throat. Mizora brought her fingers against her thumb as if she had just caught an invisible, incriminating secret.

The Cambion said: "You all smell so strongly when you begin to overthink things. It is endearing, were it not so catastrophically exploitable." Mizora circled Vhaal and stopped in front of the drow. Leaning forward just enough, so that her neck and breasts were a bit more exposed, almost as if in a mockery to his remark of her being devilishly beautiful, she said: "Go on. Have the courage to actually voice some of those things, ghosting through your head. After all, I am your only company right now, and you seem itching to get to know me."

@demonswcb cont. from here.

[misc-obeyme]

I got a prompt for diavolo for flufftober! "Stop trying so hard to impress me."

That's always the first thought that pops into my head while listening to no. 1 lol

Hello, anon!

Okay I kinda ran with some of the ideas from the lyrics - specifically where he talks about dancing all night. But I was also just trying to capture the way he sings about being... well no. 1 lol. It's kind of a commanding presence that I think he probably has and that he likely does kind of without realizing.

Anyway! I hope this turned out okay.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Diavolo

Warnings: none!

When you arrived at the Demon Lord's Castle, there was a lull in the bustle of the party as you entered. Nobody announced you, but nobody needed to. You looked absolutely stunning in the custom outfit Barbatos had made, as requested by Lord Diavolo himself. All of the demons that were already in the castle paused their conversations to take in the sight of you.

Even more of them watched as Diavolo deliberately crossed the room to greet you. He was in full demon form, standing out among the others like a jewel among rocks. In the soft lights of the party, the gold on his horns and wings seemed to sparkle softly, a glittering that was also reflected in his eyes as he looked at you.

"Welcome, MC," he said. He spoke at a normal volume, but somehow his voice seemed to carry through the space. "I am so thrilled you could be here tonight."

You smiled at him, matching his formality while everyone could see and hear you. "Thank you for inviting me, Lord Diavolo."

The moment seemed to pause for what felt like an eternity until Lucifer entered the castle door behind you. You felt his hand on your back, guiding you down the hall. After him came the rest of the demon brothers, all in demon form. Diavolo greeted them each enthusiastically and the attention of the other demons in the room shifted from you to them.

As you and the brothers began to move through the room, you soon found Diavolo by your side. Due to his fame, people continued to watch him as he remained next to you, asking you questions and chatting about mundane things.

Diavolo launched into an explanation of the food on the buffet table, all of it prepared to perfection by Barbatos. You murmured in appreciation, sampling a few things you knew you'd like to try before they disappeared into Beelzebub.

The castle certainly looked amazing. No expense had been spared in the decorations for tonight. The whole place seemed to shimmer in glossy light, gold adornments, and sparkling guests.

You found yourself next to the most elaborate Demonus fountain you had ever seen. The Demonus was a gold vintage that splashed over the sides of a glass fountain. Next to this was a tower of sparkling glasses. Diavolo filled two glasses and handed you one.

"I know you aren't affected by Demonus," he said. "But this particular variety still has a lovely flavor that I think you would enjoy. It's very rare. We had it imported from across the Devildom."

"You had this much of it imported?" you asked, eyeing the fountain.

Diavolo beamed. "It was no easy feat, but we managed it!"

You sipped at the Demonus. You were pleased to discover that it did actually have quite a good flavor. "It's good," you said.

Diavolo looked positively radiant in response to your praise.

A little later on in the evening, a band began to play. Diavolo bowed to you, which made you blush and caused everyone else in the room to watch you both. He took your hand and looked into your eyes.

"May I have this dance, MC?" he asked.

You couldn't exactly say no with everyone watching. Not that you would have anyway. You smiled. "Of course, Lord Diavolo."

Diavolo escorted you onto the dance floor. He was a good dancer, no doubt having been taught by Barbatos from a young age. He took the lead, moving you effortlessly, but keeping you close to himself. You were relieved to see a few other demons joining you, meaning it wasn't just the two of you.

The music became slower and softer. As it did, Diavolo pulled you even closer to his body, his wings almost creating a sort of shelter around you. His movements were much slower now, making it easier for you to truly look at him.

"You really command the room, you know," you said, taking in his demon form. He was easily the largest demon there. His personality, his presence, it was all larger than life.

Diavolo squeezed your hand, the arm around your waist also tightening. "I am aware of having eyes on me at all times," he said. "They think I'm doing this for them, but the only one I care about tonight is you."

You laughed gently. "Is that why you went to such great lengths? Having Barbatos make me this outfit? Importing rare Demonus? All these gold decorations?"

Diavolo puffed up a little. "Is it not exquisite?"

"Stop trying so hard to impress me," you said. You dropped his hand, stepping in a little closer beneath his wings and putting both of your arms around his neck. "Don't you realize that I like you best when you're just being… you?"

Diavolo seemed so taken aback by this statement that he missed a step. His hands on your waist kept you from stumbling, but you had both stopped moving at that point.

There was something in those golden eyes that you couldn't quite read, though they were so wide as he looked at you, searching your face.

"I have spent so much of my life trying to impress others," Diavolo said, his voice unexpectedly quiet. "Everyone has different expectations of me. It's the burden of being a ruler, one that I shoulder without complaint. And yet here you are, telling me to just be myself."

You ran your fingertips down his cheek. "You don't have to be the next Demon King with me. You can just be Dia."

Diavolo wrapped his wings around you even further before he kissed you in the privacy they created. You put your hands on his chest and felt the rapid racing of his heart.

It was a night to remember. While the other guests would recall the fancy food, drink, and decorations, you would forever hold the memory of the moment Diavolo realized you loved him simply for being himself.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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[nine-of-words]

Something Borrowed (Part Four)

M Gargoyle x M Reader

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Wordcount: 6344

Content Warnings: Discussion of a Breakup/Divorce

A bit of a longer one. This story seems to have a tendency to just keep expanding as I write- which probably isn’t a bad thing.

Saturday. 

It'll be a bit busy later today, so you're in the shop a little before open, piping the back-up batches of your most popular cupcake flavors. You have a cake to finish decorating, and batters to cook off, a large catering order to assemble around ten, and then later today, back to back tastings…

You sigh. You love your job. But you can't help feel a twinge of loneliness on the days that Kirby isn't here, now. Especially when you probably won't be seeing Carlyle until Tuesday…

You're probably being a little selfish. They deserve time off, too…

That's why you’re all the more ecstatic to see Carlyle’s name come across the online queue about an hour after open.

No cutlery set this time. He has ordered cupcakes- but strangely, it's a full dozen- double the size of the usual order, and no lemon meringue in sight.

Maybe it's for a different group, you reason, and select the cupcakes for the order. You find yourself humming as you work, your gloomy attitude chased away now that you have a visitor to look forward to. You even manage to sneak upstairs and set his coffee to brew between pops of activity, despite it being a busy weekend morning.

Finally, his name is next in the pickup queue. You pull out a slice of an angel food bundt you have sliced in the case, since you didn't have time to make anything especially for him. Then you quickly pop upstairs, trying to rush back down without spilling hot coffee everywhere. 

You nearly spill the coffee anyway, when you look up and are shaken by the sight in front of you.

This person looks like Carlyle, at least in general form. The features you can see are all the same, from his brows to his flat nose to his swaying spaded tail. His color palette- the rich brown of his hair, the smooth beige of his stoneskin, and rosy pinks of his horns is the same. Everything's there where it's supposed to be. Even the little divots in the stone- though you can't be sure they're in the exact same spot.

But everything else is just wrong.

He's wearing a sleeveless, cropped hoodie for one thing, the arms ripped out to expose the sculpted muscle on his sides.

…Was Carlyle always this ripped? You don't seem to remember him looking quite so built underneath his button-up the one day in the shop that he removed his jacket.

Moreover, this man looks like he's peeled himself off the floor of a nightclub or frat house and wandered into your shop. His clothes, revealing enough as there are, are crumpled and stained, compared to the usual crisp press of his suits. A single paper steamer clings to his shoulder.

Even his hair is a puff of loose, wild, textured curls jutting out from under his hood, instead of the neat, slender dreadlocks you're used to seeing on him.

You can smell the stale beer from here. Between that, the dark sunglasses he's wearing, as his general demeanor, you know a hangover when you see one.

Perhaps most shockingly, there is gold, glittery body paint slathered liberally all over the exposed parts of his body- his shoulders, his abs, and the peek of his chest from the ripped neckline, all shimmering in the fluorescent lighting of your shop.

This doesn't look like the Carlyle you've come to know at all- but somehow, also looks just like him.

Is he okay? …Are you okay?

You vaguely wonder if you've finally lost it, or if you're having some sort of episode and need to go to the hospital. 

You finally manage to overcome your petrification as the customer service instincts kick in. You carefully set the mug down on the counter, to an unexpected lack of response from him- usually he'd eagerly take the mug straight from your hands, if he's present to do so.

"Ah, um… Are you here to pickup, maybe…?" 

Would it be rude to ask what happened?

"Yeah, uuhhh, M-" He stumbles over his words, then his mouth pulls into a familiar wry grin. "I mean- Carlyle?"

"Sure. Looks like you paid already, so you're all squared away…" You fight the slight sensation of perverse deja vu as you say the words and slide the boxes across the counter towards him.

"Heheh- sick. Thanks, dude." He grabs the boxes and piles them balanced on one arm, his bicep flexing in what you would describe as a picturesque manner.

Sick? …Dude? Dude???

This guy sounds more like Trevor than Carlyle at this point!

Is he playing some sort of game? A weird prank?

He hasn't even said anything that's made your heart flutter once during this interaction!

"That's, um... That's all?” You look pointedly at his supposedly favorite coffee mug and the forlorn slice of cake on the counter, 

“Oh yuck, nah man. I hate coffee.” He literally wretches at the mention of it. “Had a coffee flavored energy drink one time though. That was super good, hahah.”

What… is happening???

“You don't want… anything else?" You ask, anxiously fiddling with your shirt collar as you lean against the counter. 

"Uhh…"

His free hand lowers the dark shades, and his eyes dart up to the chalkboard momentarily then back down at you. In his assessment, you can see the same warm, dark brown eyes you're used to peering over the dark sunglasses, though they're quite bloodshot compared to normal at the moment.

"Hahah, heeeey, I'm flattered.” He winks. “But sorry dude, you're not really my type."

With that, he pushes his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose as he turns to leave, still holding the boxes in one arm.

You're left behind the counter, psyche moments away from shattering into pieces as the bell jingles cruelly.

Normally, something like that would destroy what remains of your fragile self-confidence. But not this time- your brain refuses to accept the conflicting information.

That's it. That can't be him.

You power through the rest of your day, powered on confusion and spite. When things finally wind down, you stand alone in your quiet shop, wondering how you should go about this. 

What can you even do? You don't have his number.

…Should you tell Kirby about this?

It seems so stupid to bother them with something like this. But what if whatever is going on here is somehow related?

You finally bury your nerves and type out the message, deciding it’s better to ask and bother them, than to not mention anything.

< something weird happened today

< but I don’t know if it’s weird enough to mention

You wait for a few moments, and when you don’t get an immediate response, sigh, put your device down, and get back to closing up shop.

It only takes a few minutes for your device to start ringing. You hurriedly clean your hands and pick up the call.

"Hey! What happened???" You hear Kirby's familiar voice, raised to carry over whatever the pervasive background noise on their end is.

"Are you sure now's a good time?" You ask, giving them an out if they want one. "I'm not sure if it's anything important."

"Tell me, tell me!"

You tell them. They giggle.

"You don't have to laugh. I feel like enough of a fool already."

"Sorry, hehe!! Good news is, I don't think it's curse related!"

"What is it then, you think?" You sigh.

"Well, your dream man's a gargoyle, right? That was probably his twin!"

"Twin?" You're not an expert on gargoyle biology, but you do know some basic facts; foremost of which being that gargoyles are born in twin sets, one of each binary sex. "Wouldn't it have been a woman, then…?"

"Not necessarily," There's a loud noise that sounds suspiciously like cheering on the other end before they continue. "Could have a trans brother."

"Oh," You laugh, embarrassed to have not thought of it. You didn't have much exposure to that sort of thing back home, in your tiny farming village that didn’t even contain any other queer men- at least any that were open or vocal about it. Even after living in this new city for years, it's still not the first place your mind goes. "Right."

"Or could be an older or younger brother, from a different set." They say thoughtfully. "But if he looked just like him, I'd wager a bet that's his twin!"

“Okay.” You let out a relieved sigh, rubbing your neck. 

“Listen, if you’re still unsure about it- You said he hangs around the law library in the evenings, right? Windrise City Law & Ley Archives? The one attached to the courthouse?”

“Yes…” You confirm, unsure what that has to do with this.

“Well, I happen to have the ID to get into there~ And a reason to go there, anyway, related to your case! So… if I went there on Monday evening… when your shop is closed… and you wanted to tag along…”

“You want me to come with you…? Why?”

“Yes! To snoop. Duh!” They laugh. “If he’s always there on weeknights, we could go by there and see if he’s his normal self, right?”

“Oh, that’d be grand!” You say, encouraged by the idea of confirming that the ‘Carlyle’ you encountered wasn’t really him. “But isn’t that… a bit nosy…?’

“Hah, yes, and it’s kind of my job to be nosy!! It’s called investigating, sweetie!! I’ve got you covered!”

“Thanks a lot, Kirby. I really appreciate all of your help.” You say, hoping you sound as genuine as you feel.

“Awww!! Don’t worry about it!! I’ll see you on Monday evening and we’ll get to the bottom of things!”

You say goodbye and hang up, getting back to finishing your tasks so you can enjoy your days off.

You still spend your entire Sunday worrying about your plans on Monday, and about if you’ll see the Carlyle you’ve grown so fond of there- Or ever again. You try to distract yourself with chores or watching your programs, but nothing seems to take your mind off of it.

Eventually, the time comes. You arrive at the metro station early, standing around awkwardly and staring at your voci at the agreed upon meeting point, until you finally hear the shrill voice and clattering footsteps you’ve been expecting.

“Heeeeey! There you are!!” Kirby’s bright hair and fluffy ears bounce  around their head as they all but run up to you. “It’s kind of weird seeing you outside of the shop!!”

They’re dressed more casually than normal, but no less snappy; in a sleeveless turtleneck and black jeans instead of their button-up, slacks and vest. Their bolo tie, which you’ve since learned is their magical focus, is still hanging around their neck.

“Weird…?” Your heart drops into your stomach for a moment, thinking one of the only people you’ve made a meaningful connection with since crawling out of your emotional abyss might actually find your company unpalatable.

“Good weird!” They laugh, just as the train arrives. They pull you aboard with them just as soon as the doors open. 

You spend nearly the entire commute to the courthouse chatting happily, to the point that you forget that you’re indeed on a very serious, very real mission.

“Alright! So, we’ll go in. I need to find a specific reference book on the first floor, but from what you’ve told me, your guy is probably on the third floor. You should go up there first.” You catch a bit of whiplash, hearing the stark difference between Kirby’s usual bubbly inflection, and whatever hardened professional is speaking through them as if they were a puppet. You had nearly forgotten that Kirby is, quite literally, a professional. “While you’re looking for him, try to look like you’re actually looking for a book, so no one questions why you’re up there. I’ll be up to provide backup as soon as I get the book I need.”

You nod along, trying to not let your intimidation shine through on your features.

“You think you can handle that?”

“Yes… I hope.”

“You’ll do great! You always dress sharp anyway, so you’ll blend in fine!” They gesture to your spotless clothing. “Worst thing that’ll happen is they’ll throw you out of the library, haha!!”

You force a thin smile. That’s not nearly as comforting as they seem to think it is.

The courthouse is a sleeping stone behemoth of a building at this hour of the evening. The archives attached to it still light up its side, various official types still making use of the facility long after office hours. As you try to keep pace going up the many stone steps- quite a task as, your companion possesses legs designed to scale stony surfaces- you can’t help but feel a bit intimidated.

After smoothly getting into the building, you manage to get through the security check with Kirby’s ID. They are chatting in their typical chipper, extroverted nature with the staff as you’re checked for mundane or magical explosives. An unimpressed Mana Bureau guard slaps a large sticker reading GUEST onto the breast of your shirt, and then you’re free to enter the cavernous gullet of the building.

“Try not to get lost, okay?” Kirby calls out with a wave, their voice trailing off as they beeline towards a wing on the left. “See you in a bit~”

You force your jellied legs to start moving, so as to not stand out like a sore thumb standing in the middle of the place, already lost. You ride the only slightly nauseating glass elevator up to the 3rd floor.

Right. Just look natural. Keep an eye out for Carlyle… but look natural. You’re definitely just looking for a book… Nothing to see here.

You make your way along what feels like countless shelves, the atmosphere in this place almost oppressive in just how silent it is. The calmness is a bit suffocating when it’s muddling together with your anxious sense that you don't belong. 

Every single lawyer or law student you come across in your search seems to be looking at you with scorn as you peek down a shared aisle or glance around the corner of a shelf towards the desks they’re seated at.

You swallow dryly. You’re probably just imagining it. 

Right?

After several very natural and not at all suspicious canvassing of aisles, you soon realize that they’re all starting to visually blend together. Have you looked down this one yet…? 

You may be in over your head. 

This place is like a bloody maze…!

I’m never going to find him in all this, even if he is here…

Finally, you stop mid-aisle in front of one of the more secluded labyrinthine shelves to calm your breathing. But just as you’ve taken some much needed deep breaths, you hear the small sounds of someone approaching; papers rustling, nice shoes against the plush carpet, fabric brushing against itself. The small sorts of sounds you could only hear in such a silent place as this.

Hastily, you select a random thick tome from the shelf, and pretend to read it, so whatever very important library patron you’re about to cross paths with doesn’t raise an eyebrow at your presence, and simply lets you be. Just until you stop feeling like you’re going to throw up from the sheer nerves…

“Hey.”

Looking up from your very detailed reading, you see a familiar gargoyle man in a familiar fine suit standing at the end of the aisle. He walks over to you without hesitation, hands in his pockets, stopping barely short of invading your personal space.

“H-Hey-” You squeak in return. The person who you’ve been yearning to see again this whole time is finally right here, within touching distance, and you suddenly can’t find the courage to speak to him.

“I’m surprised to see you here this evening.” He smiles at you. “Or any evening, really.”

“Oh, you know. I… fancied a spot of light reading. As one does.” You fumble your words, trying to look like you were indeed reading this book and not hyperventilating into it a few moments ago.

“I didn’t realize you had a vested interest in agricultural law.” He says, mercifully carrying the entire weight of this conversation himself.

“Oh! Yes. Um,” You cringe and keep speaking, feeling blood rush to your face in sheer mortification.  “I love… agriculture. …And… law.”

“Is that so? All of that, and baking? Multi-faceted. I’m impressed.”

“Y-Yeah, my home village is famous for it’s, uh…” You continue to dig yourself deeper into your shameful grave, which you’re going to need since the sly little compliments are starting to make you feel like you’re going to expire any moment. You’re so embarrassed you’re blanking on your home village’s main export despite seeing the crops basically every day as a child. “…Fields…? All legally compliant, of course.”

You almost wish you could sink into the shelves behind you and melt away, but you’re just so damn happy to see him, the real him, that you don’t think you’d choose to disappear even if you could.

“You really must be interested, to be reading this dusty old tome from every angle- Literally.” Carlyle says, voice brimming with amusement. He gently takes the aged book from you, turning it rightside up and replacing it between your hands. “Talk about wanting to know the source material inside and out…”

“Hahah, hah… hah.” You laugh awkwardly and snap the book closed, then quickly return it to the wide gap it left on the shelf to hide your shame. “Hah. I, um… I’ve never been here before. I mean. I’ve been to a library before- just. Not this one.”

“Well then, you must be looking for something specific, if you’re here.” His voice is warm, the tone a welcome sound on your ears after how stressful this experience has been. “Anything I can help you with, maybe?”

“...Would it be so terrible if I said I was here looking for you?” You manage to look at him despite the crushing embarrassment, still fiddling with the spine of the book you just reshelved.

“Not at all.” The warm glow of the overhead lights glinting off his wide canines, making you wonder what they’d feel like pressed against the soft skin of your neck. His dark eyes almost glitter in mirth. “Though, it may inflate my ego.”

He leans ever so slightly closer, hovering over you at this point. This is by far the closest he’s ever physically been to you before; not a counter, or a tabletop in sight separating you. You can smell the lingering, warm base note of his cologne.

Your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“Hah- I’m so glad you’re you,” You blurt out in joy. You find yourself laughing to break the tension, and slicking back the loose strands of your hair that have fallen down into your face. “And don’t just look like you.”

Carlyle backs off and straightens up, still smiling, but now with a cocked eyebrow. The playful, yet intense air of heady flirting dissipates into a more friendly, inquisitive one.

“Thank you. That’s… an interesting compliment.” He observes, adjusting his pink striped tie. “Not exactly the kind of compliment one gives unprompted.”

“It’s um, because… Someone who looks uncannily like you came into my shop on Saturday for a huge cupcake order. But they didn’t act like you at all.”

The gargoyle man’s expression, for lack of a less fitting description, goes completely stony, suddenly very unamused.

“What did he say?” He inquires, his affect completely flat.

“Um, I mean, he was polite enough, but he definitely wasn’t you.” You say, trying to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt, but Carlyle waits expectantly for you to say something more incriminating. “... He might’ve said that I wasn’t your- er, well, his type…”

Carlyle grimaces, and pinches his glabella between forefinger and thumb, slowly letting out a long breath. His tail whips behind him in annoyance.

Then, his countenance is back to its usual even, calm state as he speaks to you, pressing his hand to his suit jacket breast for emphasis.

“I assure you, whatever he said doesn’t speak to how I feel on the matter.”

You can’t help but break out in a stupidly wide, bashful grin.

Carlyle dips his hand into his suit and pulls out his device, and after a moment of unlocking and scrolling, hands it to you.

On the screen is a picture of Carlyle and the man that looks just like him that you encountered at the shop the other day, grinning with his arm slung over Carlyle’s shoulder, both of them grinning that same bright grin. You recognize him immediately, even without the dark sunglasses. 

The base of their features is identical, but their personal styles clearly couldn’t be more different. 

“Did he look like this?”

“Yeah, that’s him.” You confirm.

“My twin brother, Markus. Younger twin brother.” He says, and despite the clear irritated tone, you can also detect quite a bit of affection in his voice. “He just moved in with me. He was living with my folks, but like I mentioned last time we met, they sold the house- so he’s with me for the moment.”

“He seems fun.” You say.

“He can be. It depends on how you define fun.” He adds with a bark of a laugh; “I would say he’s not as insufferable as whatever he happened to show you, but I wouldn’t want to lie to you.”

“Hahah- You know, the more I think about it, it was silly of me to think you were the same person. The difference is very obvious… But the order did come up under your name, though.”

“Idiot lost his bank card in the move.” Carlyle sighs, his eyes rolling upwards. “He’s using one of mine while he waits for the new one to arrive- I didn’t realize he’d be buying cupcakes with it, or I might’ve thought to warn you.”

You laugh, about to hand him his device back, but seeing it in your hand reminds you of an important oversight that needs addressing.

“Carlyle, Do… Do you perhaps want my number?” You almost chicken out, but force yourself to ask with an awkward laugh. “I feel like you should have my number by now.”

“Oh, thank the Spirits. I would love that.” He lets out a puff of air, his brows furrowing. “I’ve wanted to ask for some time now, but the prospect of asking you at work… It felt like crossing a boundary. And I only see you at work.” 

“Oh no, you were waiting on me?” You bring a hand to your face for comfort. Maybe you should’ve been more forward, after all. “Sorry…”

“No need to apologize.” Carlyle reassures you. “I’m very pleased you asked.”

You put your number into his device while you still have it in your hands, then hand it back to him.

“I think this is the first time we’ve met that I don’t have anything sweet for you to try.” You laugh.

“There’s always our regular time tomorrow.” Carlyle checks the screen for the time before slipping his device back into his inside breast pocket of his suit jacket. “I would love to chat for longer, but I have some tasks to finish up before it gets too late.”

“I, uh… Do you mind showing me back to the entrance…?” You ask sheepishly.

“Of course not.”

Carlyle escorts you back to the open area with the glass elevator.

“There you are!” Kirby finally appears as you arrive, holding a book that looks like it must weigh at least as much as a cinderblock. “This must be Carlyle!”

“Oh, I guess my reputation precedes me?”

“Oh yeah, buddy. I might as well know you already, myself, hahah!” They say glibly, seeming to have no regard for how embarrassing that is to just say out loud, and handing the gargoyle their card. “You can call me Kirby.”

“Ah, a Bureau cursebreaker.” Carlyle glances at you. ”That explains how you have the clearance, then.”

In what must be some sort of esoteric corporate social custom completely foreign to you, Carlyle produces his own card from the same breast pocket as his voci, and gives it to Kirby in exchange.

“Wowie! Geas speciality, huh? Don’t see that every day, but it makes sense for a lawyer!”

The completely othering experience of watching two magically gifted people talking about their powers would make you feel a tad left out, probably, if it wasn’t making you so happy to see your two new favorite people finally interacting.

“We should go before they kick me out for being loud, hehe! It wouldn’t be the first time!” Kirby laughs with a toss of their hair and motions towards the elevator.

Soon enough, you’re back on your train home.

"He's cute! I can see why you like him!!" Kirby grins at you as you settle into the glaring, rusty orange seats. "Wouldn't have pegged you as being into a guy with multiple divorces, though- that’s a bit of a surprise!"

"Divorces?" You peel the GUEST sticker from your shirt, befuddled. "How can you tell something like that from him saying a few sentences?"

"Gargoyles do the whole horn thing!” They motion to their own spiral horns for emphasis.

“...Horn thing?” 

“Oof. Sorry, I forget there’s barely anything but Numen where you’re from. Yeah, they have this marriage custom where they break off their horn tips to use as betrothal jewelry." Kirby clearly cringes at the idea of theirs getting broken. "Buuuuut as you know, sometimes life happens- and when it doesn't work out, they can get ‘em magically resealed, or wear replacement jewelry. And those gold bands on his horns? He's got falsies! 

"Oh." You find it a bit odd he'd mention his parents divorce before any of his own, if he had them. Ultimately, though, even if it's true, you don't think you care. After a few moments of thought, you add: "I don't mind. I might as well be divorced myself, so I can't really judge."

“Hehehe, that’s the spirit!!” Kirby giggles. "I just wanted to tell you, in case you didn't know~"

"Thanks for looking out for me." You smile genuinely, leaning back against the seat. "Dunno what I'd do without you."

Even with those words of caution, you feel lighter than you have in months the whole train ride home, then as you walk up the back stairs that go straight to your upstairs flat, and then still as you go through your nightly routine as you get ready for bed. 

The normal grip of fear and dread that would settle in as a dark, heavy weight on your chest as you went through the motions alone doesn’t seem to ever arrive this particular night. It still hasn’t arrived when you get a goodnight text from Carlyle.

The fact that he even thought to do that makes you feel a deep sense of warmth bloom in your chest.

You quickly tap out a goodnight message in response- then read it back and rewrite it, then do it all once more- before you finally decide it sounds good enough to send.

You’re still giddy, heart still racing as your head hits the pink silk pillowcase.

How are you going to sleep like this?

You somehow manage to, and go on to run the shop the next day as normal.

Today, you don’t struggle with ideas for what to bake Carlyle at all, this time a stream of ideas having flooded your head while you laid in bed trying to sleep last night.

You’re going to try your hand at a mixed spiced biscotti; you reason that it won’t be too sweet nor too heavy, but still flavorful enough to be something he can enjoy. It should pair exceptionally well with coffee. Plus, with the autumn quarter fast approaching, they’ll probably sell out of the display case fairly quickly.

After the tail end of your normal midday rush, you're just starting to frost a customer's wedding cake when Devin comes in to pick up her cupcake order, absolutely beaming and radiant, a pure ray of sunshine.

“Hey! Oooh, you’re never going to guess what happened yesterday!” Her whole body seems to vibrate in excitement, making her large, dangling earrings jingle. She finally calms herself enough to hold her hand out over the counter, still trembling but still enough to show you the almost obnoxiously gemstone-encrusted band on her ring finger.

“Oh! Would you look at that…” Seeing the ring makes it obvious what happened, and a familiar twinge of sadness plucks at your chest.

“Yep! Pookie asked me to marry him!” She lets out a tiny, half-volume noise between a sigh and squeal.

“Wow, congratulations!” You say, forcing yourself to sound genuine. “I’m so happy for you!”

It’s not like you aren’t happy for her, because you are- but you wish you could be happier for her, without the emotional baggage you carry now around anything to do with weddings and engagements. It’s difficult not to fall into the usual pit of despair and dwell on the wedding you didn’t get to have when you’re constantly reminded of it through your job.

It’s gotten somewhat easier now, to do tastings and to make wedding cakes; nothing like how excruciating the first few months after your break up were. But, it’s still a struggle. At least those people are strangers. It seems it’s a bit more of a raw nerve when it’s a familiar acquaintance…

“Oh, thank you… I never really thought people were serious when they said it felt like a dream come true,” She says in her typical spacey intonation. “But it really does feel like a dream, y'know?”

“Mhmm. It’s a beautiful bunch of stones.” You place the pink paper box with her order inside on the counter, silently willing the conversation to end as soon as possible. You only have the strength to endure so much. "I'm sure you'll be very happy together."

“I think so too!! And I was wondering… oh, it’s sort of early maybe… but I was hoping since we love your cupcakes so much, we could hire you to bake our wedding cake? It would make us both so happy.”

“Oh, of course.” You nod, keeping the service smile plastered on your face through the internal desire to grimace, and pull up your schedule. “I’d be thrilled. Do you have a date set yet?”

“Yes! September 8th.”

“Ah, that soon? That’s only three months away…” You furrow your brow and chew your bottom lip in thought. “I’d need to fit you in somewhere in the next month, but my schedule for tastings is full up for the next six weeks.”

“Oh…” Devin’s expression falls, and she might as well crumple in front of you. She looks like an elvish sighthound someone left out in the rain.

Please don’t cry in my store, please don’t cry in my store-

“Hey, listen-" You say in a soothing voice, quickly flying into your typical technique for calming emotional customers in your shop. "I think I can make an exception for you and fit you in on a day I don’t normally do tastings. Since we’re neighbors.”

“Oh, Oh! That’d be perfect! That’s so kind of you.” She beams once again, clasping her hands together. “You’re such a good friend!”

Friend? I guess we are friends at this point…?

“How does Friday evening sound? Right after close.”

“Great! Oh, I’m so excited! Pookie will be so excited too!” The bangles on her wrists clink together as she finally picks up her order box. “And expect an invite, of course!”

You finish with the scheduling and pleasantries, and then Devin takes her order out the door with her, an even more brilliant, rosy shine to her as she came in with. 

You heave a massive sigh, relieved your shop is left devoid of customers for the moment, and pick up your offset spatula, slathering frosting on the cake you're working on and spreading it, until some of the emotional anguish and torment starts to alleviate. 

At least baking always makes you feel better. You can always rely on it to be a balm for your soul.

Luckily, you're not alone this time as that creeping, dark feeling starts to settle in.

As soon as Kirby is done with their call and dispels their silence bubble, you think you’ll need a bit of a vent session…

Later that evening, you have Carlyle’s mug of coffee and a meticulously plated pair of biscotti ready and waiting, laid out next to the order for the Ladies. This time you even got a courtesy text telling you when he got off the train and would be there in a few minutes. Everything has been going as you expect it to.

Carlyle arrives, visible walking past the storefront windows on the left side on the way to the door, as always.

What you didn't expect was for Carlyle to be holding a bouquet of pink roses in his hand.

"Ohh, got yourself a hot date later, have you?" You tease as the jingling of the bell above the door fades.

They can't be for you. …Right? There's no way, not with a curse hanging over your head. So may as well let yourself down easy with some humor.

"Not yet, but I'm hoping to have one this weekend." He smirks at you and extends the bouquet across the counter to you when he arrives there. "If you'd be willing to join me."

"Pfft-" You're so taken aback by the idea that Carlyle is actually interested in you that you end up scoffing a bit before being struck completely silent as the reality of yes those are indeed for you sets in. Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth in a steeple, and you barely manage to audibly speak through your fingers. “...Oh, you’re serious.”

“Of course I’m serious,” Carlyle laughs incredulously, still holding the flowers aloft. “Why would I bring you these if I wasn’t?”

“So, you, uh… like me?” Your eyes finally dart from the flowers to Carlyle’s eyes. He looks serious, but it’s just so hard to believe.

“Yes. What’s not to like?” His lips twist into a smirk. “And I’d like to get to know you better.”

Time stops. You feel like you could die on the spot. 

Is this really happening?

You were convinced that because of your curse, no one was going to show interest in you ever again. You thought that this was all just playful flirting that wouldn’t go anywhere, even if on some level you were desperately hoping it would…

“Er, do I have the wrong idea…?” Carlyle’s brows furrow in concern, and he motions between the two of you with his free hand, before it raises to pat down his dreadlocks anxiously. It might be the first true break in his even, calm exterior that you’ve ever seen. “I waited until I was beyond sure there was something going on here… But if you don’t want these, you don’t have to take them and I’ll… probably go crawl in a hole in shame and never come out again, honestly? Yeah, that sounds good-”

Oh, stupid you. Stupid.

“No! No- I mean, yes! Yes, absolutely. They’re gorgeous, of course I want them!” Your body finally obediently moves, both hands jerking up to take the slightly unwieldy bouquet from him. “I want the date too, if you’ll still have me.”

“Hahah- I’m glad. I will.” Carlyle chuckles, leaning in and lowering his hand to flatten his palm on the counter. “But Spirits, did you have to give me a cardio workout first?”

“Sorry, sorry.” You laugh pitifully in response, hiding your quickly flustering expression and heated skin in the cloud of blooms. “Let me just find something to put these in-”

“How about this Friday?”

“Friday-” You try not to drop the glass vase in your hand in your excitement and hands trembling ever so slightly. “Friday is good. I just scheduled a tasting though, so it’ll have to be a wee bit later than usual.”

“How about 5PM, then? I can send you the address for the place I have in mind for dinner.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely.”

Once you’ve gotten the flowers sorted and set in a tall vase on the counter, you finally turn your attention back to the task at hand.

“I.. made biscotti.” You state and motion to them, awkward and dry mouthed, like you’ve forgotten even the most basic of social skills.

“I can see that.” Carlyle says in approval as he picks one off the plate, taking in the scent before he takes a nibble. “They smell heavenly.”

“Thank you.” You say, so flustered and smitten that it’s difficult to bring yourself to say much of anything of consequence.

“These are… inoffensive. A bit hard and dry for me to really like, but the flavor is spot on.” He immediately submerges the biscotto in coffee before he takes another bite, thinking as he chews. “I think… you’re very close. The specific ratio of spices is perfect. It almost tastes like licorice, and I love licorice.”

“Ah- Star anise.” You explain, mentally jotting down that note for later.

You could not possibly care less if your experiment this week succeeded or failed as you look at the fresh flowers sitting in place of honor on your counter, the warmth in your chest hard to ignore.

“How did you know I like pink roses? Most people would go with red, I’d think…” You wonder aloud as you gently touch the edge of one of the petals.

Carlyle shakes his head slightly and his smile widens, motioning to the entirety of your shop with the hand not holding his coffee mug

“Hahah- I took a guess.”

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

[plasmaandsandstorms]

Saturday 10.26.2281 - 11:41AM

(The crackle of the microphone momentarily masks a stark change in disposition from the previous audio log. Lydia, rather than racked with pain or sickness, speaks with great excitement.)

I'll be goddamned! No-Bark was fucking right! Well, sorta anyway! OK, first, I woke up this morning in damn near as much pain as when I fell asleep...lucky I woke up at all from what the...eh...hmm 'doctor' here in Novac said. I had three broken ribs, a fracture in my forearm, a broken tibia and a severe concussion along with advanced radiation sickness.

She was able to flush my system with radaway, curing the sickness, and with the application of a few splints and a super stimpack my bones were all healed up. The concussion required some medication to repair, but at least now the world isn't spinning all the time. After dragging my ass here in total misery, Novac has been a wonderful return to form for me. I met a man named Cliff Briscoe, who runs a shop out of this giant dinosaur figure...he also sells souvenirs of the dinosaur as well as rockets, he seemed disappointed that I wasn't interested in them so I may buy one just for the novelty. When I asked about the Checker suited fuck, since he came this way, Cliff directed me to Manny Vargas. He's a sniper who sits in the mouth of the dinosaur, isn't that cool?! Anyway, he said he'd tell me about Checkers if I cleared the ghouls out of the Repconn facility the town uses to salvage scrap to trade. After that fucking embarrassment at Searchlight I'm more than willing to go kill some damn ghouls. But! That brings me to No-Bark! He's an old man who lives here in town, he talks crazy but he speaks with a certainty that I feel betrays some level of understanding. He told me that the McBrides, a local rancher with a small corral of brahmin, was being harassed by a Chupacabra. An invisible chupacabra with an automatic weapon! (She bursts into a fit of giggles and ED-E trills audibly from somewhere nearby.)

Ok, heh, ok ED-E I'll get to it! Obviously this sounds completely mad, right? Especially after he tells me he met the thing and that it spoke to someone nearby. Well, regardless of No-Bark's craziness I figured I'd check in with the McBrides and offer my help. They were happy to oblige me and I set out to their corral to see what I could find. A dead Brahmin for one, which wasn't much so I took a walk around the corral look for footprints. I didn't find any, and I was feeling a bit hungry so I slipped over to a cactus for some delicious prickly pears.

Well, while I'm enjoying my little snack I happen to turn to the right and catch a glimpse of a weird patch of air, a shimmer in the shape of a very large human. I've used enough stealth boys to know what they look like from a distance but if the user saw me, he didn't show it. I slipped back around the rock and heard him muttering to himself about the voices in his head, to quote, "Horns will help the Bull. Voices say they knew that would happen." End quote, whatever that means. Anyway, he had a mini-gun, which was consistent with the wounds of the dead brahmin and the McBride's testimony, and No-Bark's for that matter. He said the Chupacabra had a 'blunderbuss with a rotating barrel that shot bullets out of a backpack' which perfectly describes that weapon. So...I shot first, took the creature by surprise, he tried to bring the mini-gun to bear but me and ED-E took him down before he got a shot off. The stealth field shut off a moment or two after the body stopped moving. It's an eight foot tall blue-skinned humanoid with straps holding up and over grown upper lip. The basis for this mutant is clearly human, though what created it I couldn't say. It had a recording on it, mostly consisting of incoherent screaming and rambling...that said most of it consists of comments about a pack of Brahmin who keep him awake by screaming inside his head when he closes his eyes. This, at least, proves this creature was as intelligent as a human being. More interestingly, it proves No-Bark was telling the truth. He really did see something that killed brahmin with a mini-gun, which he understood to be an invisible Chupacabra with an automatic weapon. I will take this information to Mr. McBride, he'll be pleased to know his cattle are safe now. This revelation has me wondering if the 'Commie Ghosts' No-Bark said were haunting the Repconn facility are more of these 'Chupacabra' I'll update once I know more. (The microphone cuts out briefly before surging back to life,)

Sitrep, I've made it to the Repconn facility. Evidence of those strange ghouls in robes here...prepared for a more intense firefight than expected. Furthermore, I've found two dead Chupacabra, which points to the idea that the Commie Ghosts No-Bark mentioned are real too...more of these Blue-skinned mutants. There is also evidence that the Ghouls were fighting the Chupacabra. Not sure why, maybe I'll find out more inside. Anyway...time for me to get back to work, peering through binoculars only does so much. (Despite her leaving off with a slight indication that she'd resume the log, it simply ends here.)

[jylesthejester]

some times i like to think about the different ucms having various "flaws" and differences between each other.

ie: scp ucm definitely being a lot more monstrous and fitting for the scp universe {link to one of me posts about him} or the monster school ucm having broken off his horn to make a wand for himself, because he hadn't been able to channel wish magic normally.

what are your takes on this?

Oooooo

Hmmmmmmmmmm-

I like to think Daycare Academy UCM has a more wore down supersuit, I also like to think his horn has a slight purple fade at the tip of it and it just has a shimmer texture iykwim (and since horns are connected to skulls normally, the bones would probably have the same too). I also think DCA Ucm has wings (alicorn), but they're small so they're easier to hide. He also probably has a scruffy beard :3 I most like to think he has more powerful wish magic cause he's more skilled(? Possibly?) With it, or just a good level skilled with it.

Luke (in ucm costume) has more curly hair then the others, and a curlier tail with it (I have a small hc that spirit had a "humanoid" form and had curly hair somewhat in the normal form too). I think he canonically has the ability to stack wishes?(as in, wish for multiple things that he can all use before his body gives out, which is actually a good system of control!) I like to think his body gives out more then we know of- especially after the Dr ostrich fight. Also just because of the un-edited skin change I like to think that his beard grows just to cover more of his face when he gets into the UCM outfit- I like to think his supersuit is also not a 3 piece and more of a zip-up, and his boots resemble hooves somewhat to lean into the "unicorn" part.

I think Daycare Unicorn might have the least strong wish magic, so he relies on his Wrench (and all that) I feel like, also he has a set bit of powers that I don't think involve wish magic (teleportation, I forgot the other one- it was shown in that episode where they pushed him into the slingshot squad base Machine and then another Unicorn appeared but monochrome- I call that guy nrocinu mann- ANYWAY-) I don't think the others have those. I also like to think that Daycare ucm has hooves! And walks like a deer somewhat to keep balance.

I love the idea of SCP ucm being more monstrous (btw that post of urs made me watch that series and I LOVED it-)

I haven't watched monster school so I might have to- hmmmmm... ima go do that- those are my takes on the differences in ucms tho- :D (idk if that's what you meant butdjfjvjdkf yeah-) (most of these are just random design Adds but yeah-)

[sarcasticdolphin]

"(Only) a Visitor" Cultverse Todolf.

Cultverse is back. This is more Rudolf and FJ interacting than anything else.

Please feel free to send me prompts of any ideas come to mind. My askbox is open :)

Rudolf knows his father - the Emperor, he must stop referring to him as his father - has arrived long before then man is shown into his chambers.

The blaring of horns that announce his presence and the half a hundred horses from the countless guards and courtiers that accompany the Emperor everywhere he goes. He can imagine the procession well - he’d been a part of it more than a few times. It was a glittering, magnificent thing. Meant to awe any who came before it. Meant to show the glory of the Emperor and the empire. 

He had been praying at his prie-dieu, offering his god thanks for his mercy. The trumpets broke him from his thoughts and had him stammering through the last few verses. Technically it had been a song that Rudolf was reciting, but he treated it more like poetry. As much as he would offer his god whatever pleaded him, Rudolf’s voice was not one trained in that art.

Perhaps he would offer Tod verses in time - sung properly rather than spoken - but that would be some time in the further future.

For now, there was the Emperor to deal with. Properly Rudolf should greet the man at the entrance, bowing and offering him meat and wine, but he finds he does not want to move. There are more prayers he has to offer Tod, and his god comes before the Emperor, especially the Emperor who would interrupt the prayers of a prophet.

One of the servants does slip into the room a few minutes later, waiting patiently but nervously as Rudolf finishes the verse.

“Yes?” Rudolf half turns to the servant, but doesn’t get up, still kneeling upon the soft cushions.

“Eminence, the Emperor is here.”

“So I heard.” The Imperial trumpets were certainly impossible to miss, and the procession itself hadn’t exactly been quiet.

“Eminence-” Rudolf cuts the servant off with a single hand.

“The Emperor may enter if he chooses. I have prayers to finish.” It’s a reproach of both of them - his servant for daring to disturb him and for the Emperor who had brought half the Court to see a prophet.

The young servant scrambles away to carry out Rudolf’s bidding.

He’s halfway through the next verse when the door opens once more, admitting the man that had been his father, once upon a time. Sometimes the time seemed so very short, but in ways it had been a lifetime since he had so much as seen the Emperor.

Rudolf for his part starts the next verse - the last verse - only to be interrupted by the Emperor clearing his throat. The message is obvious. Emperors do not like to be kept waiting. Rudolf finishes the last few stanzas anyway before slowly rising from his knees and turning to the man who used to be his father.

“Imperial Majesty.” The title feels odd on his tongue. It must also be odd on his father’s ears.

“Rudolf.” In some ways it is odd to hear his name said aloud. The servants are ever mindful to address him by by his title and Tod only ever calls Rudolf his prophet. Rudolf surveys his father, glancing up and down. 

In many ways the man is exactly what he was expecting - still in one of the immaculate uniforms and covered with an array of medals that proclaimed him the sovereign of various orders.

Rudolf’s own clothing stood in stark contrast. Nothing like the matching miniature uniforms he had worn as Crown Prince. Now his garb was mostly simple blacks, though the material remained exquisite and held a certain shimmer in the right light.

“Why have you come, Imperial Majesty?”

His father looks confused for a moment and then almost insulted that Rudolf would ask. “To see you.” Of course, it remains unsaid. “Rudolf, you’re my son. Not-” he trails off.

Not what, Rudolf wonders? Not Tod’s? Not a stranger?

There is a soft noise from the door. Aemilia. Rudolf takes the few steps to let her in, relaxing slightly as he does. There is some air of safety in her presence. Perhaps she will remind his father that Rudolf is a prince no longer. He’s a prophet now, and he had his own duties to attend to.

The silence that settles over the room is an uncomfortable thing, and Rudolf kneels to give Aemilia a few scratches. Let his father see that he is not being held captive by the creatures of the god. If anything Rudolf is more Tod’s than any of the creatures that make their home here save for perhaps Aemilia. Or Tod had implied as such when last they spoke.

“Rudolf?” His father sounds lost. Like he had expected Rudolf to welcome him with open arms. 

“Why have you come?”

“To see you. To visit you.”

Rudolf nods then. “He is displeased with you and the priesthood. That’s all he told me. Well, that and that his displeasure with the priesthood is greater than it is with you. Perhaps you should have the chief priest ousted if you want to please him.”

“I don’t want to-” His father is heartbroken, but he seems to realize his words will get him nowhere. That his son is given over to Tod in a way more final than even death. Gods do not ever release their prophets.

Or perhaps it isn’t that. Tod is a god that few kings desire to please, but most seek to avoid his anger, which has brought terrible plagues that ravage the land on more than one occasion.

“If there is nothing more?” Rudolf lets the question linger for a moment, but turns before his father dismisses him or properly answers the question. It’s not that Rudolf has more prayers to say, but he wants to say more. They are comforting, bringing him ever closer to his god.

And today Rudolf needs that comfort, more than just Aemilia’s companionship provides. His sanctuary - Tod’s sanctuary perhaps, of which he is the keeper - has been violated by the coming of so many companions with the Emperor. It needs to be restored to sanctity properly.

The Emperor departs not long after, his procession just as loud as it had been when it arrived, and Rudolf breathes a sigh of relief, offering Tod a little prayer of thanks before he and Aemilia head down to the altar. As much as he usually prayed at the prie-dieu, there were prayers that could only be properly said before the altar itself. And those of consecration were certainly among that group.