#he says with his red eyes and pointy teeth and bite mark scars on the neck

[trinkettes]

the contrarian part of me wanted to not like the character everyone loves, but unfortunately i must admit that the sexy vampire everyone likes in baldur's gate. is very likable.

[fic-dumpster]

Obsession

Incubus!Sanzu Haruchiyo x F!Reader (x Rindou) | 3.5K+ words

Summary: You were always so innocent and dumb, and that took you to dangerous places or we should say, more dangerous beings. (Tokyo Revengers Demon AU)

Warnings: Explicit sex, sub reader, dacryphilia, MDNI, dubcon, overstimulation, fingering, cursing, cunnilingus, death (but not really), creampie, biting, marking, Have your age in your blog, cuckolding (?). Reposting/adapted from my old HQ blog

Another night, another dream…? You couldn’t call them dreams. They were more like nightmares at this point. He hasn’t left your nights since you did that stupid dare.

How were you supposed to know it was for a demon?

Your friend dared you to say some spell she found in her grandma’s things. At first, nothing happened… not until you were laying in bed about to fall asleep.

A dark shadow raised in the corner of your room; it stood tall and began to shift in your direction slowly; you couldn’t move your body, and your voice was gone. It crawled on your bed but still, his form wasn’t anything your brain could make sense of. The mass of darkness consumed your trembling body.

Time ticket slower than usual. When it got on top of you, somehow, the blackness that surrounded it was lifted like a veil. You saw an extremely handsome man, probably in his early twenties, with pink strands surrounding his exquisite face and glowing blue eyes that seemed to pierce your soul; a cold shiver ran down your spine as you stared back at them.

What caught your attention was two scars on the corners of his lips. The man cleared his throat and broke you out of your trance.

“Such a disgusting little human, summoning me for what? Nightly pleasures?” his voice was deep, alluring, making your body react to him as if you didn't have control of your senses. His hands ventured over your sides, not with the delicacy of a lover but with hunger, desperation. You started to shake in fear.

What’s going on?! you internally screamed.

Feeling your rejection of his advances, he stopped but not before whispering something that left you cold in your sheets.

“Y/N is your name, right?” you slowly nodded, “Okay then Y/N, you should know that by now I’m your owner? You belong to me and only me. The roles would be different if you had known my name before I knew yours, but sadly for you, I got yours first.”

You opened your mouth, about to say something, when his fingers clutched your tongue out of nowhere, “I wasn’t done talking. As I said, it’s truly a misfortune, I am now your master, and you are my pet for feeding purposes… After all, a demon’s gotta eat.”

With a creepy smile on his face, the demon fastly moved to your neck and bit it hard. Your sight got blurry from the tears of pain caused by his teeth breaking your skin; you tried to push back, but the more you fought, the more he deepened the bite, encrusting his pointy canines until he felt the sugary feeling of your blood against his tongue. The pink-haired individual grunted at the flavor of an untouched flower. After some time, he ended it with a lick on the spot he had marked you with.

Standing up and looking down at your trembling form, he marveled at his job, “See you later, Y/N. Oh, I almost forgot. The name’s Sanzu,” with a wicked grin, he continued, “Sleep well and wait for me in your dreams,” then he disappeared, leaving a crying mess on the bed that once was a cheerful girl.

-

It’s been months since Sanzu entered your life, he came every night and used you as he pleased. Orgasm after orgasm, screams, and moans until you were left dry and almost lifeless in your dreams. Waking up tired, sticky, and with marks of red and purple all over your skin. Unaware that Sanzu stood in a corner observing his work of art, you looked beautiful in his eyes. He wasn’t gonna end your life soon, he decided. He wanted you for life, never had the demon felt so much pleasure with a human. He felt dirty for coupling so many times with a mare human but you were his personal drug. His obsession.

-

October 31 is when the contract could be broken. Your only chance to be free, your life has been a mess since Sanzu stepped foot in it. All men or women that even looked at you in the wrong way ended up dead, you couldn’t begin to describe how those that wanted something more from you were now.

So you did what you had to. There is a group of warlocks on the outskirts of town, they served some kind of dragon spirit and were feared by most, but you were more scared of your life than some rumors surrounding a couple of men in black.

The brothers that opened the door were young, not what you would except from the stories you’ve heard of them. Dark lines adorned their arms and uncovered chests with a spider-like pattern. It seemed like where one tattoo ended in one brother's skin; it continued in the other. You learned their names, Rindou and Ran Haitani. You also explained everything to the brothers, how you met the pink-haired demon, how he used you, and how much you sought freedom.

Somehow, the only solution they could find for your dilemma was extremely dangerous and kind of shocking to you. But the thing that shocked you the most is that they knew the incubus full name, Sanzu Haruchiyo. The Haitani brothers agreed on helping you; with all your excitement for a chance of freedom, you forgot to ask why.

Ran, the eldest twin, began to explain what was needed for you to be free. “Y/N, for an incubus demon of Sanzu’s caliber to release a pray, the pray needs to perform sexual intercourses in front of the said demon, to show that you are no longer in need of him and that another can fulfill your needs,” he stopped to take a breath. Still, he seemed hesitant, “You need to find someone that won’t be faced by Sanzu since he will most likely appear to fight off the thread on his ‘territory,’ do you understand?”

Someone…? Who in their right mind would say yes to that? you thought.

Sensing your distress, Rindou intervened. “I can do it. I mean, any of us,” he motioned between Ran and him, “can do it. We know how to deal with their kind, and a protection spell should work long enough until we finish.”

“Rindou, you’ll need a second person there for the spell if you’ll be assisting Y/N here.” The short-haired brother scratched his head, trying to find the right words, “I can perform the spell as you and Y/N get busy,”

“Ran, please just say it. SEX.” Both you and his older brother blushed at his blunt words. Ran was just trying to make you feel less uncomfortable, but the dumbass of his brother had to open his mouth. The older Haitani threw a glare towards his younger sibling, making him realize his misstep, “I mean, if that’s okay with you, Y/N?”

Blinking a couple of times, you finally comprehended what his question meant. “Y-yeah, I think we should do it. I need to get my life back.”  Desperation no longer was present in your eyes, but they were now full of hope.

-

The day finally arrived, you gave the twins access to your house in case Sanzu was there before you could get home. Entering your house, there was a loud bang and you feared the worst. Running straight to your bedroom, you saw Rindou on top of Ran in some kind of wrestling match.

“Excuse me? Hmmm… Guys?” they still haven’t noticed your presence nor your words.

“You idiot! I thought it was clear I am the one who’s gonna do it!”

“Rindou, you piece of trash! Stop being such a narcissist! What if Y/N wants me instead?” Both figures rolling on the floor didn’t hesitate to throw spells that began to bounce on the walls and go everywhere.

“OKAY! THAT’S ENOUGH!” you screamed as you ducked a green sparkling ball of light coming your way. “What are you two doing?”

“Y/N?!” the two let out at the same time, surprised that they didn’t even hear you come in.

You strode to the bed and calmly sat down, patting beside you for any of them to join you. With a deep breath, you tried to illustrate your thoughts, “Don’t get me wrong, Ran, you are very,  extremely good looking,” a small laugh left your lips, “I would love if… We… You know… Did have sex, but I’ve been mentally preparing myself to this day and… I guess I pictured Rindou in my head since it’s what we agreed on.” you explained.

Surprisingly, the one who sat beside you as you spoke was Rindou, and you could feel him vibrate in excitement. “Told ya,” did he just stick his tongue out to his brother?

Ran, being used to his brother antics, ignored it, “Y/N, I understand, but-” without finishing his sentence, he moved, and in a flash, he had you caged in between the bed and his chest, his lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “If you change your mind even in the last minute… We’ll gladly swap places, right Rindou?”

The younger Haitani growled out of the blue, making you jump in fright and bump chest to chest with his brother. Ran chuckled in amazement at his little brother’s reaction.

“Ya, that’s it. Let’s start. We don’t want a snarling demon in our necks and we are not even halfway there.” said an annoyed Rindou.

Both brothers began to prepare the spell, and your place was filled with strange patterns and rings that, once drawn by them, those symbols disappeared into the surface. Seeing it as an opportunity to get ready, you walked up to the bathroom and began to undress. Finally, with no other clothing item on your body, you took a robe and joined the Haitani brothers in your bedroom once again.

Looking up, Rindou was already shirtless and eagerly waiting in bed. There was some type of energy buzzing around him, but you chose to ignore it. Rindou, as impatient as always, grabbed your wrist and yanked you to him. He took hold of your cheeks and slowly guided your lips to his, but before joining them to his, he stuck his tongue out and gave a tentative lick to your bottom lip causing you to release an almost silent squeak in surprise. A twinkle of mischief shone in his purple orbs.

The moment you tasted him, It was like Rindou had ignited a fire that burned both of your beings; he executed what he came to do flawlessly. His mouth brawled with yours and his tongue broke into your wet cavern. Rindou was devouring you, sucking on your tongue, and messing up the little gloss you had applied earlier today. Feeling one of his hands snuck into the back of your head and press even harder your face to his, in attempts to deepen the kiss.

When you parted from him in search of air, there was a strange purple glint in his eyes that reminded you of Sanzu’s glowing blue ones, but you still kept ignoring all the alarms in your head. You continued, being fully aware that Sanzu would be home in any second and time was playing against you.

Rindou also noticed the change in the atmosphere, as if something darker was approaching. He cursed under his breath, wishing he could have more time to enjoy you, every piece of you. Glancing at Ran and giving him a nod signaling that he could proceed and that he should be ready to fight an extremely jealous raging demon.

Not wasting any more time, Rindou tore your robe apart and went straight down to your already dripping cunt; giving a tentative lick, he got you arching your back and whimpering for more. You looked down at Rindou, and there was it again… That weird look in his eyes, but all thoughts evaporated when suddenly the room temperature radically dropped, and a blackened figure stood in a corner.

“Shit.” both Brothers cursed.

“What the fuck are you two, bastards, thinking of doing with my pet?” Sanzu’s strong voice resonated in the room, making pictures and different items crash to the floor.

“Oh? Me? Nothing… Yet. It’s just Rindou helping that poor human girl that couldn’t be satisfied properly… What a shame, you know? She even summoned an incubus and guess what? That worthless demon didn’t help much either.” said Ran with a smirk on his face. “Wait! That was you, right?” Sanzu was livid, how dare those two lowly spawns address him like that.

Your moans made Sanzu turn his head back to you and what he saw made his blood boil. Rindou was thoroughly eating you out. From the position you were sprawled in bed, Sanzu had a clear view of Rindou’s tongue movements inside your cunt, playing with your throbbing bud as his fingers went in and out of your glistening hole. The grip you had on the younger haitani’s hairs didn’t help much either since Sanzu saw how you kept bringing Rindou closer and closer to you.

Roaring in rage, Sanzu tried to step in, only to be stopped by an invisible wall. “Sanzu!” said Ran’s sing-song voice, “You thought we would let you ruin our fun so fast?”

Sanzu didn’t even register Ran’s tauntings. He was focused on the purple head between your legs and his advances on you. Rindou was tainting what belonged to him and only him. Sanzu saw Rindou taking off his last pieces of clothing and began to line up the tip of his cock to your entrance.

“You piece of shit, take your dirty hands off of her or me-“

“You what? Last time I checked I’m here and you there. Shut up Sanzu and enjoy the show,” With that, Rindou shoved his pulsating cock to the hilt, making you claw at his back and whine from the sting. Sanzu never stopped his trashing and roaring behind the invisible wall Ran kept up.

As for Rindou, he was doing you wonderfully, almost making you forget why you were doing this to begin with. He kept on thrusting relentlessly against you, making you scream out his name as the bed squeaked under the strength he applied to his movements.

The incubus demon had just enough of your shit show. Taking a few seconds to concentrate, he managed to slip a hand through the wall, in a flash he held Ran’s neck between his fingers and snapped it like it was nothing. One brother down, the wall was no longer in the way, and Sanzu took the chance to approach the bed and its two occupants.

Rindou had his head busy with one of your nipples as his hips and cock worked really well with your soft spot. He didn’t notice the menacing figure behind him. Sanzu was feral, wanting blood for what was done to him. Claws replaced his fingers—with inhuman strength; Sanzu held Rindou from the nape of his neck and yanked the younger Haitani away from you.

Blood dripped from the wounds now freshly made on Rindou. Sensing that they had misjudged the force that was Sanzu Haruchiyo, Rindou took his lifeless brother and puffed out of the room.

You were trembling on the mattress. Sanzu retracted his claws and made his way to you, with one arm he picked your naked form and sat on the bed with you on his lap, still wet from your previous encounter. Tears run down your reddened cheeks from fear and hopelessness, but Sanzu didn’t care, he even liked the sight of your wet eyelashes fluttering in distress.

“You know pet,” he began to speak as his lips kissed every tear your eyes offered, “I forgive you,” he continued to lick and suck patches of your skin that had tears on it, “But I must clean you from that lowly scum demon,”

At his statement, confused, you tried to speak. “Master Sanzu, I-” he pressed a thumb on top of your tongue, halting your speech, “Pet, I know you were tricked. That’s what those two are good for, tricking little naive things like you.” His face was so close now that you could feel his long lashes caressing your cheek, “But maybe they are right in one thing, I’ve been neglecting my dumb little human girl,” he said as his grip on your sides tightened, thus making you squirm on his lap. “Now that I think about it, I’ve never visited you in your realm… All our ‘encounters’ have been here,” he tapped your forehead. “I think it’s time to stake my claim on you, pet.”

With little to no effort, Sanzu got you on your back, legs wide open for him. You didn’t resist, compared to your foggy dreams, this somehow… felt right. Stroking his thick cock, he slapped your folds in a teasing manner, earning sobs from you. He knew you were already stretched enough so he rammed his long shaft into your slit. With one arm under your back, hoisting your hips up a little, Sanzu kept on thrusting, forcefully hitting that one spot again and again.

You were a mess of drool and moans, howling at every move of his hips. No longer thinking straight, you screamed his name, but sadly that abruptly stopped his movements. With a grunt from Sanzu, he asked you to repeat it, and you did it. Once, twice, again and again, as he went back to the animalistic pace, he had set before.

“Tell me, Y/N, who do you belong to?” he murmured against your temple. Once he heard his full name leave your swollen lips, he let a feral side take over. Biting your neck, shoulders, first one side, then the other. Then advancing to your chest, Sanzu harshly sucked your nipples, even holding them in between his teeth. You were crying from the pleasure he gave in each action, sobbing and whimpering his name syllable per syllable.

A scolding pressure began to build up in your lower belly, and in between heavy breathing, you tried to tell Sanzu you were close; not a single coherent sound left you other than his name.

He understood, knowing your peak was near, he pinched your clit as his mouth hovered yours. You were coming hard; a loud cry was set free from your throat. Sanzu took the opportunity to take what he needed from you as you came. You felt his mouth breathe in something from you, but it felt heavenly.

With new strength, Sanzu somehow managed to make his thrust even deeper and heavier. You could hear him grunt the word ‘mine’ in each thrust and in no time he was groaning on your neck as he painted your insides with burning white strings.

He moved to the side as you spoke, “Master Sanzu, did you feed?” you were slowly recovering your breathing.

“Yes, an incubus feeds every time it has sexual intercourse with a human,” Sanzu dropped an arm around your naked form, bringing you close to him.

His action caused you to notice how hard he still was, but resting wasn’t in Sanzu’s plan at all. He snuggled a hand in between your legs, opening your folds so he could let his fingers wander. Lifting one of your legs, still in a spooning position, Sanzu inserted his cock as you whimpered from how sensitive you were from the previous orgasms.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses from your back, crossing your shoulder, and ending in your earlobe. “Let’s see how many times can you come around my cock, I adore how you clutch around me when you come so… Indulge me, Pet.”

Throaty moans left you as your body tried to escape the overwhelming sensation, but it was as if you were glued to Sanzu. No matter how much you trashed, you didn’t want to leave his side. And to be honest, you really didn’t want to. Although the abuse to your clit made your body move on its own.

He kept playing with your clit, loving how every time you came, his cock rejoiced in the warm grip inside you. With the last orgasm he provided you, Sanzu saw you spasming as you gushed your juices everywhere. You were about to pass out, but he was still very much awake inside you.

-

Meanwhile, within the dragon demon household, Kokonoi was patching up the twins as Kakucho furiously approached them.

“Why? Just tell me why would you two pick a fight with Sanzu? Out of all the demons we share a realm with.”

“Kakucho, we can explain-” Ran, who was the first one Kokonoi attended, tried to talk to the demon in charge of their household.

“No, Ran! Kakucho, listen,” Rindou began, “you don’t understand. At first, it was out of pure and simple need to fuck that incubus idiot and take her pet for a while. Still, the moment you taste her… Y/N… She’s…” the crazed look in his eyes told Kakucho what he needed to know and suspected since he stepped in the room.

“Interesting… Very interesting…” Kakucho also noticed the peculiar smell coming from Rindou, “Y/N, right?” both brothers nodded, “What an interesting girl you two found….”

When Kokonoi moved from Ran to Rindou, he took a deep breath. Kokonoi was also able to notice a delicious smell… And that came from a female human? He couldn’t believe it.

“Kakucho, are we going-” Kokonoi didn’t even need to finish the whole phrase.

“Yes, indeed we are.”

-

Later that day

“Say, Ran…”

“yeah, Rindou”

“I didn’t get to cum” a pillow was thrown his way.

[nagia-pronounced-neijia]

w(h)ip wednesday

It's a surprisingly quaint little farm, the kind of thing some traveller from the far-away west might paint into his little journal and tell all the Belgians and Austrians and French about.  Green hills rise up in a gentle roll, with occasional stones that must have tumbled down from God-knows-where, looking pushed up through the grass and the barley like crooked teeth.  Sheep meander among the gray rocks, bleating occasionally to each other and munching on the plants.

As they step past the low wooden fence, Trevor spots a goat chewing cud in a pen.  It stares disinterestedly at them, eyes gleaming with that peculiar mix of cunning and stupidity native to goats.  If it was ever a person, their mind seems long gone, he thinks, replaced by a goat's determination to be the biggest pain in the arse it possibly can.

They keep going and find a yard full of chickens.  Here chickens, there chickens, everywhere fucking chickens.  Mostly roosters, judging by the wattles, which he finds odd, and when Sypha steps too close to a hen, one of the stupid cockerels jumps at her.  His wings flutter, feathers flying further than he can, and he seems determined to murder her with talon, beak, or both.  He makes the most insane noises as he does it, like metal screaming.

It's instinct to try and put himself between her and something trying to hurt her.  Even something as small and stupid and surprisingly vicious as a pissed-off chicken.  He raises his arms to block the pecks and scratches, glad of the fur-and-leather vambraces, thick enough that he feels nothing.

"Calm the hell down," Trevor says, and puts a boot to the bird, which doesn't improve his disposition, exactly, but does manage to make him reconsider attacking.  "I'll do it again," Trevor warns him, and immediately feels like an idiot.

But the rooster subsides, sulky, glaring at them both with beady eyes.

And the cabin door swings open.  The woman who steps outside isn't quite pretty, but she's striking.  He thinks her nose might have been broken, once, and her hair falls loose around her shoulders in a riot of deep red that catches in the sun.

But it's her hands he's most interested in, and, just like every family book always said, they tell the real story to him immediately.

Her face may look youngish -- certainly only of middle years -- but her hands, too pale, have wrinkles and liver spots, a sure sign of a witch.  The deep, nearly black bruising that extends from the nail to the second knuckle of her littlest fingers, however, is the mark of a witch who has embraced questionable magic, if not outright reveled in the foulest and blackest of workings.

Beside him, Sypha moves to wave one arm.  "You must be Sârșe," she says, and he can hear that she's smiling.

The woman inclines her head.  "I am.  And who might you be?"

"I"m Sypha, and this is Trevor."  She jabs at him with an elbow.  He doesn't jab back, but mostly because he's trying to figure Sârșe out.

"Hello," he says, about a second after Sypha's pointy elbow makes contact a second time.

Sârșe watches them both.  Absolutely no emotion colors her face.  Even her eyes look flat and lifeless, no more interested in them as people than the goat had been.  "What have you come to find?"

He sighs.  "Oh, we found it already."

"Trevor," Sypha hisses.

But Trevor ignores her.  "Look, we know you're a witch.  Well, Sypha suspects.  But I know.  And I don't care about the whole," here, he makes a sort of quotation mark with the fingers of both hands, "'demons into chickens' thing.  Not sure anybody should be eating those, but it's not my business."

The very furthest corner of Sârșe's mouth curls up for about a second before smoothing back down.  Her gaze remains flat.  "And what is your business?"

"I'm not saying I expect you to turn them all back, mind, because I know that's not how it works.  But how many of your sheep used to be people?"

He's a little relieved when, rather than hotly deny it, Sârșe licks her lips.  "All of them," she says, calmly, like she doesn't care at all.

Well, that explains at least one of her fingers.  Hell, he's a little surprised it hasn't spread further.

Sypha's the one to step forward and ask, "Do you have any plans to stop?"

Sârșe stares between them for what feels like several minutes.  It's probably not even a whole minute of its own, but it sinks its teeth into him and drags.  Her eyes look like empty wells, endless and awful.

"No," she says, still very calm.

"Told you," he mutters to Sypha.  "When they're this far gone, they don't really listen to reason."

That draws Sârșe's attention.  She snaps her head to look at him.  Something even darker stirs in her dark eyes, moving and shifting, and they bite into him.  He doesn't look away, but he wants to, because eyes like those see, and the brain behind them judges, and men are always found wanting in a gaze like that.

Found wanting and then turned into farm animals.  And then potentially sold at fucking market day, to be slaughtered and eaten. Christ.

"Do you think yourself such a hero, Trevor Belmont?"`

He lets out a short bark of a laugh.  "I helped kill fucking Dracula, sure.  But what I was really doing was helping a man kill his own father.  What kind of hero is that?"

She repeats the question back at him, emphasizing it.  "What kind of hero is that, Trevor Belmont?"

"No kind at all," he replies.

And, for the first time, she smiles.  It's terrible and pitying.  "Will you kill fucking Sârșe?  And if you do, what will you really have done?"

Sypha fields this one.  "We'll have stopped animals that used to be people being sold and eaten by those who once knew them.  You have to admit that's grotesque."

"I admit no such thing.  They know who I am.  They know the consequence of crossing me.  They know what I bring to market day.  They choose to buy from me regardless.  Their business is no business of mine."

God, witch logic.  It's all perfectly factual, but frustratingly circular in a way he can't put words to.  A sort of pure, unfeeling truth that leaves no room for honesty or humanity.  Infuriating.

"Yeah, done with you, now," Trevor says, and draws the Vampire Killer.  Consecration is little good against witches except in their hands, but the Morningstar would be worse than useless.

Where's a rowan branch when you need one?  Not that there would be a single rowan tree on this property; they would have all died the first time she took a piss here.  Hell, if he were half the Belmont that Sypha thinks he is, he'd have a fucking pouch of salt on him, and he doesn't.  Their salt is in the wagon with their goddamned cooking supplies.

Sypha conjures a ring of fire, driving away all the chickens and other animals from the farm, and Sârșe's eyes widen for a moment.  She looks between them again, gaze darting from Sypha to Trevor, trying to determine if the Belmont or the fellow magician is the bigger threat.

She apparently decides on him, because she flings an arm out and tries to drag him toward her.

Trevor, more used to this sort of thing by now than he likes, drops forward.  He lets himself fall, and feels the grip of the spell break as his weight pulls him away from it.  His hands hit the ground first, and he pulls himself into a roll, coming up on one knee.

He lashes out with the whip, half-turning to improve its force as he lets his arm flow then jerks his wrist.  The line sings out, tip whistling, and the metal end bites into her hand.

Her finger flies away, landing with a sort of wet, useless noise in the dirt.

Sârșe doesn't even scream.  She just looks between her now maimed hand and the finger on the ground.

"That was very stupid," she says, somehow wholly unbothered by the fact that he just tore off part of her hand, a part she probably uses pretty often.  She raises the same hand, even as it bleeds, and makes a curling gesture with her remaining fingers.

Once again something grips him, trying to pull him closer.

When she raises her other hand, Sypha slides sideways, colliding with one of the wooden fences.  It cracks with the force she hits it at, splintering.

He's not thinking when he sends the whip out again.  It's anger that drives him to it, and this time, he gets her in one of those tainted, blackened littlest fingers, and Sârșe screams.  At first it's just a gurgling sound of pain, thin and high, like any woman might make when a man reached out and hurt her because he could.

But then it turns to something else.  Something thick and strange sounding, that scratches at his ears and the air around him.

"I name you worm, that crawls in the dust," Sârșe says.  "I name you dog, that licks his master's hand.  I name you cock, that lords himself over nothing.  I name you buck-goat, that ruts and farts, and I name you pig, that wallows in shit."

Absolutely no imagination on the woman.  He supposes whatever demon she serves, or made a deal with, or whatever, has probably long eaten it.  "People have really got to find worse things to call me."

Sârșe laughs.  "What a strange worry," she says casually.  "But needless.  You'll call yourself all those things, in the end, and worse."  And she raises both hands, and this time, she really does manage to pull him in, mostly because he lets her.

Once he's close, she smears her blood on his cheek and smiles that terrible, pitying, dark-eyed smile, and the empty wells of her eyes stare at him, judgmental, even as he sinks one of his knives into her throat.

He pays no attention to the witch's body after that.  Instead, he runs for Sypha.  She'd fallen among the splinters, and he doesn't even think about kneeling, about passing his hands over her to feel for blood, for anything sticking out or misplaced.

"Are you alright?  That was some hit."  And fuck him, his job is to be the one taking the hits.  He still hasn't forgiven himself for the scars on her upper arm from their fight with Dracula.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she grumbles.  "Help me up."

He does, splaying one hand under her back and supporting her under the elbow with his other hand.  He hefts her up, taking most of her weight, and she stumbles a little as she rises.  She leans heavily against him, and he lets her, wrapping one arm loosely around her shoulders.  "You're sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," she snaps, predictably irritated, and waves a hand at him.  "Leave it be."

"Alright, alright, if you say so.  And, well, she's dead.  If we're lucky, some of these people might start turning back.  Do we want to be here for that?"  They probably should.  He thinks his uncle would have.  His father certainly would have.

[daddyzanchez]

Another piece for my two favourite idiots in love. Based on @dorklyevil​ and her sweet Wrath and Kindness - Check out my masterpost for more Kindness and Wrath here!

It would be nice to read this before reading this story (it’s very short)!

3900 words - erotica - M/M - feels, masturbation, voyeur, anal fingering, ❤️ love making ❤️, blood play (kinda), biting, hickies, loads of kissing

Link to story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16205051/chapters/39047317#workskin 

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That same night as he had seen Wrath for the first time, Kindness sat down on their shared bed and looked at himself in the mirror that hang on the wall. He reached up to touch his face, fingers running over his cheeks and nose as if he could not quite believe that it was him. Being able to see the world as it was, was both a world of new wonder but also dread; it was only now that he had to start wondering if he actually liked his appearance. He started pulling his hair back into a ponytail but then let it drop down again, pushing the thought away for another time, “I don’t want to go to sleep, Wrath.”

The Sin Rick was brushing his teeth in the bathroom but Kindness still talked to him, making him pop his head out through the door and furrowing his brow, “You’ve had a long day.”

“I know,” he smiled softly at him, noticing toothpaste foam run down the side of his mouth. He was amazed by such a tiny thing happening, his brain reminding him that it was a new visual to categorise and he could feel his brain working like clockwork. He ran a hand over his face, closing his eyes and feeling relief, “I know, I just… My head hurts and… No, it’s- ehm, i-it’s irrational.”

Wrath frowned as he started hearing Kindness’ voice waver and stutter. He went right for him, toothbrush still in his mouth, and knelt down to figure what was happening. When he spoke, foam dripped down on his chest and his voice was slurred due to his mouth being full but Kindness could feel the concern despite of it, “No, tell me, Ness.”

“What if I fall asleep and I can’t see when I wake up?” The Virtue Rick sniffled.

The toothbrush fell onto the floor at that, Wrath looking quite taken aback. He shook his head and reached up to rest his hand on the back of the other’s neck, pulling him closer so their foreheads touched, “If that ever happens, you know I’ll be right here and doing my best to fight whatever did that to you. I’ll make it pay- I’ll squeeze the dear li-”

“Kitten, shh…” Kindness put his hands on Wrath’s shoulders. Wrath nodded, taking a deep breath as he had been taught by him many times. It helped, calming his racing heart and removing all the overflowing feelings that were ready to burst out into ugly anger. The smaller Rick still soothed him, shushing him quietly and talking in a soft voice, “Shh, it’s okay. I know it’s not going to happen but I’d hate never seeing you again.”

“I’ll be here no matter what,” he protested, having forgot about the toothbrush on the floor since Kindness chose to kiss him out of the blue. It was not like he usually did when he just wanted a peck on the lips, no, he kissed him with a lust for more.

The hands on Wrath’s shoulders slid up into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him down onto the Virtue Rick who whispered his name over and over. Kindness wanted Wrath, needed to share this with him, put all his emotions into sex, so they could feel it together and he would not be alone with all of it.

“Ness,” Wrath protested as he was kissed along his jaw. Kindness’ eyes were wide open to watch his skin up close and mouth slightly agape, “You’re tired, it’s been a long day. You know I’d love to but-”

“Shhh…” he shushed again, mouthing over his Adam’s apple, “Make love to me, Kitten. Please. I want to.”

It seemed that Wrath did not need much more to convince him, and he helped his lover move back on the bed, so he could crawl on top of him properly. Their mouths met again, and Kindness could taste the freshness of the peppermint but also the taste of his very own Wrath, a taste that he had gotten used to but now could put a face to. He wondered for a moment if it would be too overwhelming to do this but his own hardening cock told him that it would be cruel to stop now.

The kiss deepened, and he found himself pushing into Wrath to kiss him a bit harder. A hitched noise escaped the Sin Rick’s mouth as Kindness dared to lick at his tongue, inviting him into his own mouth and getting lost in the moment. Time stood still, and it felt like it went on for ages; the soft pushing and pulling, back and forth and doing what the other loved the most.

Only the need for oxygen separated them, interrupting the thing that had made Kindness feel the warmest that he had in days, maybe weeks. They panted into each other and his eyes roamed over the other man’s face, settling on his puffy lips, swollen from being kissed. The Virtue Rick grinned, “I love you.”

“Ness,” Wrath replied, giving him a tiny smile in return. Kindness knew that he wanted to say it back, knew that he had said in his mind and it was enough because the smile he was getting was making something unknown bubble up in his chest. He knew what a smile was, knew the way a smile felt underneath his fingertips but seeing one, seeing Wrath’s, was something he had just learnt to categorise in his mind but it was already under his favourite things. His smile could warm the sun itself.

They embraced each other again, a mess of tangled limbs, and Wrath started stripping Kindness of his pyjamas. He peeled it off of him, piece by piece with opened mouthed kisses to his collarbone and pointy nails occasionally poking into sensitive skin. It did not take long for the both of them to get naked, and Kindness felt like it was a privilege to simply be there and be able to see the taller Rick in all his glory.

His eyes left his lover’s lips and glanced down at his chest instead. He had never seen Wrath naked, only felt him, and now, he could see the pale skin of his chest and the black lines of his many tattoos; things he had almost only heard about. He wanted to touch them all again, explore them again, feel the way the skin had a slightly different texture due to the needle leaving scars that he now saw as pictures.

“How many have you got?” He asked, reaching with a finger to drag it across the big letters. R I C K. He wondered if he should do it with his tongue, pushing the idea away for later and waiting for a reply.

“Dunno, I’ve lost count,” Wrath replied, looking at the slight rose-colour spreading over the other’s chest and giving his arousal away.

Kindness did not notice, too busy with remembering every little detail about his lover’s body. Wrath was a tall Rick, a lot taller than the rest of those Kindness had met, and he had muscles everywhere, even in unexpected places where Kindness did not know muscles could form. He was all broad shoulders and narrow waist, a Rick to die for, and he was all his, every inch of him. The Virtue Rick found himself wanting to dive in, kiss and nuzzle into him, inhale his scent and worship everything that made beautiful Wrath Wrath.

“Come back up to me,” Wrath interrupted somewhat impatiently.

“I am looking at you,” he answered from underneath him, reaching to touch his biceps and rubbing them with his thumbs. It earned him a tiny noise, Wrath’s eyes going softer and his impatience seeping away slowly, and he took it as an invitation to explore further. He had done it many times before but now, he was able to see the way the muscles moved underneath the skin. Though the invitation was short as the Sin Rick leaned down to brush his hair away and kiss just underneath his ear.

Kindness whined at the sensation, knowing that the other was probably marvelling over how little it took to get a reaction; Wrath wasn’t even using his teeth or his tongue yet. He could feel the pointy teeth as it caused him to smile against the spot, and then the slight pain as they dragged across his neck, making Kindness moan in shock. Wrath snickered but kissed along the now-forming marks of teeth, “You’re perfect, Honeydew, in every way.”

“We all have flaws,” he just mused, moving slightly underneath him and dragging his foot up his calf until he could wrap his legs around his waist. He pulled their pelvises together by tightening his grip.

“Yeah, well, you haven’t got a lot of them, that’s for certain,” Wrath bit down on his shoulder and Kindness was sure that he would draw blood, if he kept going for much longer, so he had to stop him, cupping his face and pulling him to his lips. They kissed again, only briefly and sweetly.

“You really think so?” He asked innocently, trying to keep the mood close to sappy but his cock was aching by now. He needed to do something about it soon, and as a result of his desperateness for just a bit of friction, he pushed his hips up into other’s. They moaned in unison, both seeing stars behind their eyelids.

“God, I am going to fucking eat you alive,” Wrath growled.

“Please,” Kindness squeezed him with his legs, repeating the move. When he looked down between them, he saw the both of them, hard and heavy against his own stomach. The sight of their cocks sliding together was hotter than he thought it would be, the way Wrath’s slit was glistening with precome that dripped onto Kindness’ skin whenever they touched, painting him in a beautiful contrast. His foreskin drew back with each thrust of their hips, making the sensitive head of his cock poke into Wrath’s pelvis, “Oh please. Just do something.”

“How about you do something?” Wrath asked, stopping everything they were doing and leaving Kindness to whine. He crawled over him to reach the bedside drawer, Kindness’ legs falling to the sides. Wrath got out the tube of lube they had lying around and dropped it on his chest, “You know I haven’t cut my nails. This was pretty spontaneous.”

“Oh,” Kindness flushed the same red as his chest, taking the lubricant into his hand and sending him a shy smile. He sat up, “Are you sure?”

“I like watching you,” the Sin Rick said, crawling towards him again and pecking his lips, “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he nodded, tilting his head as he felt Wrath’s lips travel down his neck. He bit him again like before, causing Kindness’ breath to hitch as he flicked the cap open.

“Thank you, Honeydew,” Wrath whispered into his ear, voice low and sensual. He sat back, fingers finding his cock and slowly stroking as he waited for the show.

Kindness was not nervous about this; he had done it before but now, he had the ability to see himself doing it and the mirror on the wall next to the bed was so tempting to glance at. How he wished they would get a full-body mirror on the ceiling, so he would never miss out how Wrath’s muscles flexed as he was on top of him.

“You alright?” Wrath asked, making Kindness realise how lost in thought he had been. He nodded in reply, squeezing out some of the cool lubricant onto his finger and smeared it out, and then he smiled lazily at his lover as his hand travelled down between his legs.

Two of his fingers slid inside of him with little effort, his free hand finding his own cock to even out any discomfort. The feeling of fucking himself wasn’t new but when he caught his lover’s eyes, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure erupted in his belly. He had to slow down whatever he was doing, release his cock to refrain from coming and only focus on getting himself prep'd because those eyes were wild and more intense that he had even seen them. They burned his skin, the most beautiful fire grazing him as he was being watched whilst doing something so private.

He slid a third finger into himself, a tiny gasp erupting as he curled them against his prostate. Oh God. His head fell to the side, subconsciously Kindness had wanted to see what the fuss was about, and the look of his red chest and his open mouth was enough to tell him why Wrath liked this so much. He felt absolutely beautiful as he looked in the mirror; he looked so dishevelled, so vulnerable.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” Wrath moaned but Kindness was too busy locking eyes with himself, whilst he stretched his entrance open and ready, to reply. He even dared to find his own cock again, and he could hear Wrath’s hand on his own cock speeding up, trying to match the speed.

Only when he was on the brink of orgasm, he stopped in the middle of arching his back with a whine. Kindness laid back down as his chest heaved, pulled out of himself and looked back up at Wrath, who looked amazed, curious and absolutely filled with lust.

None of them said anything for a moment, both still coming down from the intense moment that had just happened. Wrath must’ve known, Kindness thought to himself, that this was a first for him, and that he had gotten embarrassingly hot and bothered by watching himself. It was only when Kindness glanced down at the tube of lube that the Sin Rick spoke, “Jesus Christ, Ness, that-”

“Yeah,” he chuckled breathlessly in reply, beckoning him down with a finger. It had been good but good wasn’t anything compared to Wrath’s perfect, and the mere thought of it made his legs fall apart. Wrath was what could never be replaced, “But I want you more.”

The other did not hesitate, moving to kneel between Kindness’ legs. He smiled down at him, hands on his thighs and moving slowly up his hips, caressing him sweetly, “You want a pillow?”

Kindness nodded, and Wrath took his own and pushed it under him as he lifted his bottom. This way was better, sweeter, more comfortable and more accessible; just how Kindness wanted it… at least for now.

Wrath took little time in slicking his cock in a generous amount of lube and then moved incredibly close, so close that Kindness could feel his damp breath against his face, and so close that he could feel the front of his lover’s thighs against his own. He linked his arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling their chests together all the while Wrath pressed his cock against the tightness of his rim.

The breach of the sensitive muscle was painful but not so bad that they had to stop. It’s a part of it, Wrath always said, and Kindness had learnt to absolutely relish in the pain, lifting his legs up to wrap them around Wrath’s waist and pull him further in, make him go deeper.

“I’ve got you,” Wrath said quietly. He did have him, he always did, no matter what. He moved to catch a moan before it managed to leave Kindness’ mouth, the kiss as slow as the very first movement of his hips. They melted together whenever they were chest to chest like this, and this was no exception; Wrath and Kindness, two opposites that couldn’t fit more perfectly. How could they ever have been apart? Being apart made no sense.  

Kindness hummed against his lover’s mouth, opening his own and Wrath’s teeth grazed across his bottom lip but it only made him crave more. He could taste iron, chuckling as he licked at the other man’s tongue to make him taste it as well. With a growl, Wrath dived into his mouth with a newly-added lust that had not been there just a second ago. They kissed, tongues sliding across each other with gentle pulls and pushes, and Wrath matched the rolls of his hips to it despite Kindness being able to feel his eager for going faster. He put a hand on his chest, breaking the kiss with a gasp for air, “Slowly, Kitten.”

“I want you so much,” he whined in reply and nudged their foreheads together, impatient like a child. Kindness thought he was the most adorable thing ever, the look on his face causing him to snicker quietly.

“You’re so impatient but I stand by what I said,” he said but still, he teased and pushed down on his cock to earn a reaction, causing them both to moan and arch their backs. Wrath started rolling his hips again as if to give in to his terms, and the gentleness was enough to make Kindness tear up. He could feel himself nearly split in two, the slow pace making each roll of their hips full of sensation and pleasure.

The Sin Rick’s head was buried in Kindness’ shoulder now, and Kindness could feel the creases of his forehead as he was concentrating on keeping the languid strokes of his cock inside of him. His hands found their way to the back of Wrath’s head, long fingers gently pulling at the tufts and making him groan.

Kindness wiggled his hips, body moving underneath Wrath as he tried to find a deeper angle and when he did, Wrath’s cock slid right over his prostate that was only waiting for the attention. It sent a bolt of electricity up his spine, causing him to tug harder at the strands of hair between his fingers, “Oh my God. There!”

Wrath pulled back to watch his face, smirking down at him and speeding up his thrusts. He wanted more, it was clear, and another snap of his hips made a string of moans leave Kindness’ mouth. He kissed his open mouth, now, purposely biting at his lip and pushing the blood that trickled down his chin into his mouth.

“More,” Kindness whispered in between messy kisses. It made Wrath dig his fingers into his hip, pointy nails poking deliciously to the point of pain as the force of his hips became greater, sending the other man back on the bed only to be pulled right down on his cock again. He even tumbled off the pillow, Wrath grabbing it and nearly shredding it as his claws dug into the fabric. He threw it away, diving right back down to kiss Kindness’ neck, small dots of red being left behind as a memory of where he had been.

All the while, Kindness’ moans were becoming more and more high-pitched, Wrath making sure to keep the right angle as he kissed and sucked the delicate white skin. The Virtue Rick’s skin was like porcelain, Wrath had pointed that out many times, and so it was nothing new that he enjoyed making a necklace of red marks. They would be sore tomorrow, and Kindness would sit in front of the mirror to study their colour for ages and smile to himself, now knowing why people gasped as they saw him.

Though hickies on the neck became bites to the shoulder, and sharp teeth pierced skin and drew blood - just how Kindness liked it - and the pain that was so centred made him cry out. He begged for more, hands sliding down to grip Wrath’s shoulders till his knuckles were white. He wanted everything and more. Deeper, faster, harder.  

And Wrath gave it to him, would give him the moon and the stars if he asked but for now, a hard and intense round of love making (as cheesy as it sounded) would do. Kindness frantically grabbed him by the face as he could feel himself near the point of no return, pulled his lover up, so they could look at each other and fresh tears sprung to his eyes as Wrath smiled down at him, blood on his teeth. He was so beautiful; puffy lips from kissing with blood smeared on his face, blushing cheeks from the exhaustion and his eyes full of nothing but adoration and love.

The sight of him made need burn at the base of Kindness’ spine, tears falling from his eyes, and he reached down to wrap his hands around his own cock, jerking himself in time with Wrath’s movements. Wrath wanted to look down to see what he was doing but Kindness put his free hand on his chin to steer his gaze back to him. The Virtue Rick sniffled, “No, l-look at me. I want- ah I want to see you. So much. I never want to stop looking at you.”

“Don’t- Don’t look away then,” Wrath said with a groan, his hips snapping forward in hard and fast thrusts. Kindness held onto him for dear life, not able to do anything but let out obscene noises. If their neighbours had gone to sleep early, there was no way they had not woken up again because he was moaning, groaning, panting and practically screaming as he came, forcing himself to keep his eyes open and locked with Wrath’s.

It seemed as if Wrath wanted to speak, announce his own climax but when he opened his mouth, only meaningless noises escaped it. His hips stuttered, jaw snapped shut as if trying to hide the embarrassment of not being able to speak properly but he failed, suddenly growling absolutely animalistically and Kindness could barely breathe as he saw the way his eyes darkened as he came. The feeling of his come inside of him was old, not boring but old, but the sight before him was new and took his breath away. All he could do was kiss him, long and hard, drown out the growl by stealing his breath. Perfection, utter perfection.

A while went by before Wrath pulled out and rolled to the side. They were both silent, their pants being the only sound that penetrated the room and somehow, Kindness knew that they were both deep in thought as well. Sex had a new dimension now and he could never in a million years guess, if the way the other man looked up at the ceiling was a look of worry, performance anxiety or absolute wonder. He hoped for the latter.  

“I’m gonna get us a towel,” Wrath said when the silence had gone on for long enough but Kindness turned his body towards him.

“No, I know I’m a sticky mess but stay,” he said softly, reaching out for him and placing his hand gently on his wrist.

“Okay,” Wrath looked relieved. He moved his arm, so they could entwine their fingers.

They lay like that until Kindness could not keep his eyes open anymore, and though he was fighting sleep, all Wrath had to do was to keep whispering sweet nothings to him. He fell asleep after a while; the Sin Rick having promised him the thing he always did. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.

[azkaabanter]

3 Things Normal People Don't Think are Beautiful but Harry Does. (If Only when Draco is Involved With Them)

Late late late but still happening omg school starts tomorrow Yeah lmao not gonna go for le excuses just gonna write this sin k Gonna make this shit angsty... lmao just kidding For @perfectlyprongs ---------------------------------------- Well, Harry Potter is different. Not just because he's the Git Who Lived and he defeated Volde-more-butterbeer-please, but... let's just say he has weird taste. He sees things in a different light, particularly when they involve Draco Malfoy. He finds things beautiful that others... well, they just don't understand it. The first of which, being Draco himself. Now, if you had suggested that Harry find Draco even remotely attractive during his first year, he would have steadfast denied it. I mean, Malfoy? Attractive? No way in hell. Sure, his hair was nice... he rather liked that bleach blonde, and it perfectly suited that pale, aristocratic skin. His eyes, cold and grey as stone, reflected candlelight and sparkled like smoky Quartz. He was the perfect height; just a bit taller than the lanky Harry himself, and his pointy features looked to be chiseled from stone. Okay, fine. He was quite attractive, and Harry obviously wasn't the only one to think so. Girls would blush as he walked past, particularly during third year when the Malfoy heir ditched the gel for letting his soft hair take a more natural shape. They would giggle and whisper, and he always had that damn Pansy Parkinson hanging off his arm... not that Harry noticed. But when Harry talks about finding Malfoy beautiful when no one else does, he isn't talking about looks. The first time Harry actually falls in love with Draco's personality is when he comes back for 8th year, and apologizes to him for everything he'd done. He'd walked up to Harry in the Great Hall, and asked to speak to the Savior in private. Harry'd looked to his friends, who seemed worried, but decided to go anyway after seeing the pleading look on the other man's face. He looked broken; his pale skin gaunt, eyes dulled, bruises on his face and neck, cuts on his hands. Yet, he still attempted to look put together. "Harry..." He'd said, looking to the stone floor of the empty classroom they'd found themselves in. "I know you have no reason to forgive me. Hell, you have no reason to listen to me right now. But, I got you here, and I better not waste the time I have." He took a deep breath and looked to Harry, who hadn't moved, green eyes wide behind circular glasses. And Draco told him everything. Everything. About his father, about the abuse, fear, scars. He showed Harry. Showed him the broken skin; the cuts, the gashes. Told him about the choices he had to make, and how he was so so so sorry but he didn't know how to leave. Because once you're a Death Eater, the only way out is to be killed. And still, Harry said nothing. "God, you fucking prat!" Draco'd yelled, tears filling his eyes, and hands pulling at his hair. Harry jumped, startled. "I'm trying to apologize! I'm- I'm basically professing that I've been in love with you since we were twelve and you have nothing to say?!? JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME!" He screamed, running for the door, tears streaming down his face because God, he thought he was so stupid. That it was such a horrible idea, and how else did he expect that to go? And then Harry's hand was around his wrist, pulling the blonde to his chest, which was heaving with his own sobs. The two of them collapsed to the floor, Draco in Harry's arms. Soon enough, he'd sat up, wiping the tears from Harry's cheek with his thumb. "God, Potter. You're such a sap." He'd said with a smile, and kissed the black haired Wonder Boy. That's when Harry found Draco'd personality to be just as beautiful as his looks. - Another thing Harry found beautiful was blood. Not aesthetic blood, but real blood. Like, for example, blood running down Draco's lip when he bit it too hard while the other man was pressed to the wall of the restricted section at two in the morning, invisibility cloak forgotten on the floor whilst their oil lantern cast dancing shadows over their intertwined bodies. See, that's not how the two had kissed up until that point. Their kisses were usually shy and playful, considering that Harry was just growing into his sexuality, and Draco came from a traditional pureblood family; where would he have learned how to kiss? They were in a newer relationship; if new was considered four months. It was January, and the "Gay Couple of Hogwarts" had decided to go for a midnight (two am; whatever) stroll through the castle. They somehow ended up in the restricted section, and one thing led to another. "Fuck, Harry. Where did you learn to kiss like this?" Draco sighed against Harry's lips, and felt them curl into a smile. "No idea. Maybe-" He started kissing down Draco's neck as his Adam's apple bobbed. "from Ron and Hermione feeling the need to snog whenever I'm in the room" "God, I've never been so thankful for Weasley." Draco basically moaned the words; I mean how could he not, with Harry's hot mouth biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder, robes pushed aside and velvety skin on display. Soon enough, lips were on lips again, hands in hair... and on arse. "Fuck!" The obscenity left Draco's lips when Harry bit down on his lip in reaction to the Slytherin groping his ass. Harry's eyes widened and he pulled back immediately, taking Draco's porcelain face in his hand and seeing a small drop of blood drip down his lover's swollen lip. His eyes grew darker and darker with every millimeter it slipped, until he licked it from Draco's chin. Both men sat still for a moment, before Harry broke the silence. "You okay?" "Just kiss me." Harry of course complied. The tang of blood on his tongue was surprisingly pleasant... surprisingly Draco. He pulled back again, after accidentally opening the small abrasion again, watching the crimson paint its way across Draco's white chin and pink lips. Breathtaking. At least until he kissed it away. - The third thing he found absolutely gorgeous was a bit unconventional. The two men were alone in the dorm room; Ron and Blaise, their other two roommates were away in Hogsmeade with their girlfriends, and Harry and Draco were definitely making use of the time. Draco was sprawled across a bed; he didn't much care who's it was because Harry was on top of him, ravishing his lips and running his hands under the Slytherin's white button up. His blonde locks were messier than they had been possibly ever, and his pale hands roamed Harry's unclothed back, tracing the muscles. "A-Ah!" He gasped when Harry rubbed up against his covered erection, the fabric giving him basically none of the friction he craved. Harry laughed breathily, peppering kisses on Draco's neck and face. Draco opened his eyes and stared his boyfriend down. "Get this bloody shirt off of me or I swear to Merlin-" Draco never got to finish that sentence, because Harry had already ripped the shirt over his head, buttons be damned, and latched his mouth over his hard nipple. Malfoy gasped and arched his back, burying his left hand in Harry's mess of hair, leaving his right to grip the silky red and silver sheets. Harry swirled his tongue slowly over the puckered skin, savoring the way Malfoy writhed beneath him, panting and begging for more. "You want me to..." Harry said as he pulled away from Draco's red marked chest, eyes flickering to the very obvious bulge in his trousers. "Do I want you to what?" Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow and sitting up on the edge of the bed, pushing Harry off of him so the Gryffindor was kneeling on the floor, his cock straining against his muggle jeans. Harry rolled his eyes. "I think you know what I mean-" "I want you to say it." Draco said seriously, grey eyes boring into green, causing Harry to blush, but not falter. "Fine." Draco once again raised an eyebrow as Harry let out an agitated (yet aroused) breath and palmed himself through his jeans, letting out a little moan at the pressure, and unbuttoning the jeans and pulling them down over his hips. "Draco, I want to suck your cock." Harry moaned again, licking his lips. Draco sighed while he unbuckled his belt and tugged it off, unbuttoning his slacks and pushing them down so only his grey boxer-briefs were between his cock and open air. "Do you now? I would never have known." Harry laughed, reaching toward the blonde and grabbing his hip, teasing his thumb over the waistband of the underwear, poking it just under the elastic. "God, how I love your cock. So long and thick-" Harry squeezed Draco's bulge through the underwear, causing his lover to let out a sharp moan. "It doesn't taste bad either. Tastes just like you." "I would hope so." Draco grunted as Harry finally pulled off the offending article of clothing, causing his cock to spring out and land against his stomach, the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip splattering at the impact. Harry stared at it lustfully, appreciating the delicate curve of the organ, an the sparse trail of white blonde hairs that led from his naval to the base. "Beautiful." Harry whispered, carefully taking the flushed tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, Draco throwing his head back and panting and Harry took it deeper and deeper. "Y-You know, people don't usually think of- Ah!" Draco moaned sharply as Harry lightly scraped his teeth up his hot shaft. "T-they don't think of sucking cock as beautiful." He panted and moaned louder as Harry moved faster and faster. Draco grabbed The Prat Who Lived's head and viciously fucked his mouth until he came with a scream of "Harry", sweaty and satisfied. Harry sat back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and gently jerking himself beneath his underwear. "I do." He said with a smirk as Draco came down to join him, kissing him hard and replacing Harry's hand with his own.

[wyrm-wolf]

WIP Wonderland

Yoooo! Trying out a fun new thing, where I post some of the WIPs that I’ll probably never get the chance to finish...*crying* I’ll be tagging these fun little things as #WIPWonderland just because I’m lame, and it has a nice ring to it! And for our first WIP is this little Supernatral Hannigram au I tried to write alooong ass time ago, and well...never finished.

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Like always when Will had come home from a hunt the door had been slammed open by midnight.

Coming in first was a rustic looking mutt that hoped towards the kitchen, muzzle red from killing another monster. And followed by the dog was a tired looking man, brown curly hair covered under a black beanie as he pushed the glasses that threatened to slip off at any moment. Wild blue eyes surveyed the room, when there was nothing to find he slipped his muddy boots off to set down the gun which had been slung over shoulder.

Following the ripe scent of cooking food to the kitchen, he was met with warm open arms as he entered the kitchen and hugged the fashionable back.

"Will, it always nice to have you back in one piece." Hannibal purred, kissing Will's curls as he removed the infernal hat. Will grunted, and felt his entire body relax with the others touch.

"Me too. This one was a real bugger, nasty little vampire almost bit my ear off, thankfully Winston was there and tore its leg off." At the sound of his name, Winston wooded and ran to his master side, wagging his tail awaiting for some form of treats.

"Yes, well maybe next time you will let me come along with you, instead of leaving me on house arrest." Hannibal insisted, as he released Will to take care of the food he had just made. Will snorted, and tossed Winston a slip of meat, watching as the mutt chew excitedly at the food.

"Now, now Hannibal, you still have a day or two left in here. Maybe this time you'll learn to not go against my directions, and kill some human on the street just because they were rude."

"Will, that man was incredible rude-"

"Hannibal, just because a man makes fun of your taste in clothing doesn't mean you should kill them. This discussion is over, you are under house arrest until I say so."

"It's called fashion Will, maybe you should take a note from it and find something more tasteful to wear. Besides I thought he went well with the white wine we drank that night." Hannibal mused, remember the few nights ago when they were devouring the man's lungs.

"And it wasn't until the day after did I realize you just fed me a regular person, again. So I did what I always do, and locked you up in the house, again."

"Yes, and this time you had a more creative way of averting my eyes from your evil plans. A cunning boy like you had me fooled, leading the monster along into bed just to sneak off when he was sated and slumbering."

Will's face flushed as he remembered the night's activity. It's not that he didn't like Hannibal, no, he loved the goddamn pretentious asshole with unholy taste in fashion, even if he was big a monstrous cannibal. And since he could never hide anything from him-because one way or another Hannibal would find out even if he had to flip the entire house upside down-Will had to try something new with him. What a better way to distract Hannibal than with his own bodily desires, he just never expected to be so sore this time when they were done. His back still hurting when he had to bend over for something.

He felt Hannibal smile above him, as he set a plate of delicious food in front of Will. Purring Hannibal leaned down to kiss his curls, nuzzling into the luscious softness of Will's hair. Will groaned, and leant up to kiss Hannibal's chin, so he would stop with the affection  so he had a chance to eat.

"May I ask what we are having tonight?" Will asked, lifting a forkful of meat into his mouth, moaning at the burst of flavors.

"Indeed. Tonight we are having a simple roast pork, with a side of sauteed vegetables and mushrooms." Hannibal smiled, eating his own plate of food.

"And who are we eating?"

Hannibal smirked, in all his centuries of living he would never get tired of Will's stubborn attitude at him. Nor his snarky comments, but some could get a little over the top.

"Markus Timbold, the werewolf we had killed the previous week."

"Ah, okay."

They continued to eat in to eat in silence, only hearing a few clicks of nails from Winston until the mutt went off to either sleep or eat his own food. And when they finished, Hannibal had stayed downstairs to wash the dishes, as Will went to take a nice long hot shower.

His pale lithe body, worn down and beaten from past hunts and daily activities beaded white scars and bruises. Groaning as the water sprayed against the cuts, and washes away the dirt and grime. Then lathers himself in whatever good smelling soap Hannibal has in their shower, and doesn't get out until his skin is clean and red. He walks into the bedroom naked, white towel wrapped around his waist, to find Hannibal sitting on the edge of their bed with his shoes and suit jacket thrown off. The pupils dilate, expanding wide until the eye looks completely black, just at the sight if Will. Smiling like nothing has even happened.

"Yes, Hannibal, what can I do something for you?" Will asks, shifting a little as he dries his hair off.

Hannibal's chest rumbles a purr, as he sniffs the air, leaning towards Will. "As always my dear, you smell like a walk in the woods, fresh rain and a burning flame. But I can't help but smell some stink still left behind on you."

"Stink? I just took a shower." Will tosses the hair towel into the hamper, and pads over to Hannibal. Letting himself get pulled into the monsters strong grasp, and having Hannibal run his nose up his chest to scent him.

"Yes, you still smell of those filthy vampires you killed, maybe I should wash that scent off for you, love." Hannibal rumbled, nuzzling his face into Will's stomach as he groaned.

"Hannibal, I just showered. I don't want to get dirty a-GAIN!"

Will couldn't finish his sentence as he had been picked up, and thrown onto the bed. The white towel that had once covered his waist was now torn off, as Hannibal growled and crawled over him. Kissing and ravishing his skin with affection, and nips with his pointy teeth.

"I insist." He purred, before delving towards Will's lips.

~~

Will slapped down a newspaper onto the table Hannibal sat at, sipping his coffee and enjoying the ever cooling morning. He raised an eyebrow at Will, as the nude man strode into the kitchen to grab his cup of coffee, and come back pulling Hannibal's red robe over himself. Sipping his coffee once more before setting down, Hannibal grabbed the newspaper, noticing the place that Will wanted him to read at since it had been circled with a red marker.

"Two missing people in the same week at a high school. Oh my, that does sound quit like a monster, especially with those god awful school colors." Hannibal assured, before having the paper town out of his fingers.

"Hannibal it's not the school colors that should be important, yes they look awful, but there's a monster we're dealing right now." Will grumbled, examining the paper before tossing it.

"We're? Are you suggesting that I will be coming along with this trip, dearest Will?" Hannibal asked, smirking as Will rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Hannibal, you're coming along as well. After all you did some pretty good persuading last night, and left me all marked up just how you like it." Will groaned, rubbing at his sore neck where Hannibal had been relentlessly nipping and biting at last night. The monster across from him only sat up a little straighter, as his smirk widen.

"Well, I do try to please my mate when I can." Will glared at Hannibal's all to knowing smile, and sipped at his drink. "So, about me coming along on this trip?"

"After I finish my coffee we'll leave, and no we won't be bring Winston this time before you start asking. So go get a suit on, and make it a regular black suit, please. Last time it took a while before we had the local police convinced that you were an FBI agent." Will sighed, already feeling a headache blossom in his forehead. Hannibal gave him a toothy smile, and a kiss on his curls before he practically ran up the stairs to pick out a suit.

Will groaned, and looked down at Winston who was sitting patiently next to his feat. "You are so lucky that you're not involved with that man as much as I am."

Winston wagged his tail, and woofed before he laid his head back down. Rolling his eyes, Will moved to the back patio where he place the trapping symbol for Hannibal, and smudged the mark so he could be free. And prepared himself so right when he stepped inside he would instantly start feeling Hannibal's power wash over him. The man was quick in his changing of clothes, and when Will stepped back inside the monster was right on top of him sniffing and scenting. Will rolled his eyes, and left him to go change in a more formal apparel for the outside.

"Hannibal there going to know that you're not with the FBI with that tie on." Will hissed in the car.

It had been not even thirty minutes on the road before Will had noticed Hannibal wearing some gaudy looking tie on. Something flamboyant that Hannibal would obviously be wearing. Hannibal had continued to shrug off his every attempt to turn back and change.

"We are already so far in are travels, why stop now?" Hannibal mused as he drove past the previous town. With another groan, Will say back in his seat and let the radio music wash over him. It was not a good idea to let Hannibal come along with him. Hannibal, in all his smugness, sat in the driver's side and continued to drive in silence. Not even bothered when Will had changed the music to some classical rock music.

"Will, we're here."

"Hmmm? Sorry, what?"

"Rough night?"

"Shut up."

Will's face scrunched up when he exited the car, and a bitter taste formed on his tongue at the sight of a high school. Hannibal could feel the tension coming off him, as he set a reassuring hand on his back and led him forward. It did not take long to announce there presence to the principal, who was graciously happy for them to be there, as her eyes didn't even wander when they left lingering touches on each other.

"I'll start looking around for any clues, you get to question the kids." Will stated when they left the principal's office for a minute of silence together.

"Does being in a high school remind you of the years you spent jumping from one to another? Bringing you back to fond memories of a teen with too many hormones, and full of anxiety." Hannibal mused, looking at the paper decorated walls.

"Hannibal, we are not having a discussion about my teen years, nothing good ever came out of them." He hissed, and stomped away from the monster.

"I see. I'll try to keep that in mind for you."

Hannibal spent his time walking down the halls to the auditorium. Taking in each paper and what they had to say, thinking what it would be like if he had ever gone to a high school in his time of life. Although, the idea of it now seemed more distasteful than it had been years ago. Smelling the reeking stench of sweat, hormones, fear, and depression that came of the kids when he passed a class or two. He eyed his way through some of the windows taking in the scene before leaving.

"What a pig mess." He muttered before pushing the doors to the auditorium open, and walking in.

There were about five kids on the stage playing out some fighting scene, three seemed to be dressed as 'awful looking monsters-even if there costumes were the most awful part of the whole dilemma. The other two stood in the middle holding what look like knives, however there was something off about the scene. One kid had curly hair with some plastic glasses, wearing a red flannel and jean jacket looking like he woke up from a bad hangover. While the other wore what looked like a three piece suit, hair gelled back, and held an excellent posture.

"CUT! Cut, cut!" A girl cried out, probably the director of the whole mayhem, as she stood up from her part and walked on stage. "Luke you did a terrible job as playing Will, he needs to be more emotional and wistful. Like you're slowing dying on the inside, more than you already are. As for you, Jean, good job on playing Hannibal, but I'm not really getting the whole murderer vibe from you."

Hannibal couldn't help by raise an eyebrow at the names of the characters, almost like having a fresh bucket of cold water getting thrown on him, as he studied the actors more closely. The girl directing the whole scene apparently noticed him, and came walking(running) over to greet him.

"Hi, are you here for the contracting? Because I have a few changes I'd like to add to the play before anything else." She said firmly. Hannibal raised an eyebrow at her, before clearing his throat and speaking.

"Actually, I'm here under investigation." Hannibal mused, pulled out his fake FBI ID. She gawked at the ID before motioning to the actors to take a break, then led Hannibal to a different room.

"It's not my fault!" She blurted out, when Hannibal shut the door behind himself.

"I was never accusing you of anything, Mrs...?"

The girl seem to calm down after that, giving him an apologetic smile, before speaking, "Oh, sorry about that, I'm Shelby White, but people just call me Shell. If uh...it's not too much to ask, what are you here for Mr...?"

"Dr. Roman Fell, I'm here with my partner on a case about the murders having been going around at this specific high school. Would it be ok if I could ask some questions?"

"Of course, Dr. Fell." She smiled.

"Excellent. Have you noticed anything strange going on recently, maybe before the murders started to happen, anything at all?"

Shelby hummed, tapping her foot a little as she thought to herself, finally a light...

To be continued?? Who knows!!

[btswishes]

Cross over.

BTS AU

Part1 /...

A/N: I really love writing fantasy stories, so I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes I made.

Word count:  4,856

Warnings: Flirting, mention of blood and death, cussing.

 Our lives as simple as they may be are focused in one world ,which we can’t leave until we die. Meaning that the other places are hidden behind a veil of mystery and secrets.Witches, dragons, beasts and all kinds of other creatures exist, but we don’t see them. From this arises the question: Do angels and demons exist too? Well some say yes others no, but would one be able to say that they don’t ,if the mirror tells them something else?

 Waking up to the faint sound of screams, you opened your eyes and saw your room like you have for a long time now.Your world was different from that of the humans above. You didn’t care much as this was your home and birthplace, but today was special. You got dressed fast and ran downstairs to your father. Your house was as big as a castle, if not bigger. The long table was filled with food and your father and two brothers were having their breakfast.

“Morning father, morning brother Hisa and older brother Lawin .”you bowed slightly and sat down to eat as well

“You look happy today.”said the second oldest brother and you smiled at him as your cheeks were too full to do anything else

 You had two loving older brothers.The first born was Lawin-his hair black as a moonless night, straight as a waterfall leading to a never ending abyss and very long.The upper part of his hair was tied up behind his head, the two dark and smooth horns that were piercing out of his forehead ,were keeping his hair back and out of his crimson eyes. He was very wise and didn’t talk much, but that didn’t mean he didn’t express his love for you. 

 He was always close by when you were doing stupid stuff, which was great when you needed help. Once when you were still a baby, you manged to crawl out of the castle walls and onto the street ,where others of your kind could see you. A tortured soul saw you and used the moment to his advantage.These were humans who have committed grave sins and were send to hell.He picked you up and held a sharp object, he had found somewhere, near your little neck. 

 Most of the other demons around weren’t worried much ,as you weren’t their child, but that man did something unforgiving.He got worried when every creature in sight gasped. The shadow he saw forming in front of him had hair flowing in the air. He turned around slowly, trembling.

“Lord Lawin!”the demons lowered their heads to him, his eyes calm with a fire burning in them

“Stay back!”said the soul petrified 

 Suddenly a woman pointed out “The child!” before your brother could even look, the sound of a small drop hitting the hot ground echoed, sizzling away into the rocks. The sweet smell of blood danced in the air around. 

* crack* * crack*

 The ground under Lawin’s legs started breaking slowly.Even as a child you felt pain, eyes started to water and your little baby hands reached out for your brother. The last straw was this which he saw. Chains hotter than lava grabbed onto the tortured soul, burning anything they held. His screams were agonizing even for hell. Your brother leaned and carefully pulled you away from the man, placing you into his arms and covering you a bit with his clothes.His hand gently touched the wound and it disappeared, he wiped away the tears. People started whispering,asking who this child was.The chains cooled down a bit ,giving the human a chance to hear out the demon’s words.

“Who do you think you are?”his voice deep and melodious, able to hypnotize anyone and strike fear at the same time “Who gave you permission to lay your skin onto the daughter of the Fallen One?”the demons around gasped, as they realized who the little creature that was playfully pulling the hair of the scariest demon in hell was.

“That is lady Y/N!”they started repeating in shock

“More importantly you spilled my little sister’s blood onto these sinful streets.” his eyes started glowing ,preparing to turn this soul into nothingness in the most painful way. This was going to turn into a bloody public execution.

“Ga!” the echo of skin hitting skin made people pull their attention to you.Your small hand plopped onto your bother’s cheek and a smile onto your lips. He moved your hand gently and turned his back on the crowed of demons

“I shall not let my sister witness such gore.”his head moved slightly back to take a glimpse of the human “I shall come for you personally, soul.”a pair of strong and graceful wings appeared from under his cloak and took him back to the castle.

 Lawin wasn’t one to express his feelings often, but he did in his own way. Your second oldest brother Hisa was different.His hair was shorter and pulled back. A long scar onto his nose reaching both his cheeks was the most obvious part of him. It was said to be because he defeated a very high level beast when he was just a child. His eyes were light red and very playful. His horns were coming out from the sides of his forehead. Hisa loved to smile and because of that everyone could see his how sharp his teeth were. When you were little and your first pointy teeth were coming out, he used to brush them for you. 

 It was a bit of a tricky and bloody job, but he didn’t mind having deep bite marks on his hand. He showed them off to everyone, telling them how much his baby sister has grown up. He wore them as a medal of honer. Time passed by fast and you got bigger in front of their eyes. Today was a special day because the demons that were of age were send to cross over into the human world. The same day as angels did. Your job was to find a human and make sure no other angel gets him, after that trick him into committing sins and being send to hell.Very simple, no? If you do that, then you would be officially a demon. 

 The portal was opened and you were holding your bags in hand, saying goodbye to everyone.

“So this is it.”you said smiling 

“My little baby sister!”Hisa picked you up and started hugging you “It was like yesterday you were still biting me and you are all grown up now.”

“Brother!”you tried to push his face away “Let me down.”

“Hisa.”your father’s word was a law, so he did as he was asked to

  You hugged him, then your crazy older brother and said goodbye to the maids who were just super fun to talk to. The last person in line was Lawin with his serious face.

“I am leaving now brother.”you said. His eyes moved from you to the portal behind your body and then looked to the side. He took a deep breath and stepped closer pulling you into a hug, which shocked everyone.You were completely covered by his long clothes.

“I want you to stay safe and be careful of human males.Find a nice female host and everything will be ok.”he pulled back to look at you, his hands still on your shoulders “If you get attached to them, then you can turn them into a servant or helper when they reach hell.” very strange advice coming from Lawin, but you still accepted it.

“It’s time for you to go now.”said your father and you picked up your luggage, walking over to the portal 

“I am off now.”you waved your hand.Your body disappeared into the blue color and so your test began.As the light of the end flashed before you you had a bad feeling. 

“Oh dear!”you gasped as you noticed that the portal was very high up in the sky, good thing you learned how to fly from your dad, the best if you could say so “Is this the first test?” a small ruby stone appeared in front of you answering your question “A ruby for flying?”you were amazed “Wow, most of the others are really bad at this.”you giggled and flew down where you were supposed to meet your host family. They were really nice people and they had a son called Jimin. He was cool and stuff, surprisingly for a human world demon.

 They showed you to your new room and left you to get comfortable. In just a split second the place looked like your home. There was a small box filled with pictures which you left on the desk with your diary and family photos.Once you were done, you sat on the chair and leaned onto the wooden desk. When your eyes fell onto your brothers, you giggled.

“Brother Lawin never smiles even in pictures.”

* knock knock*

 You jumped to open the door.

“Mom said to tell you it’s time for dinner.” Jimin said “Wow.”he stepped inside your room “This looks awesome, way better then the decor my mom had.”

“Thank you.I just wanted to make it look like my old room back home.”

“I always thought it would look more...scary.”he looked at you “You know with all the tortured souls and stuff in hell.” he commented 

“This is my taste. I have a friend that decorated her room like a dungeon. That is how she liked it to look” 

“I see.”he turned around showing you to the dining room “I feel like we will get along just fine.” 

“Really?That is great.”you smiled 

 His parents asked you a lot of things about Hell, if there was something new, how things generally were.They were really nice, for demons. Before bed Jimin explained to you all the things you needed to know about the school in the human world and that it will be the best place to find what you needed.

“How about you?”you asked him

“Me?”

“Yeah. Do you have someone already?”

“Oh, that is what you meant.”he leaned back a bit “I do. You already know that I was born in Hell, but live as you see in the human world, so technically I had my eye on this one girl.” you sat up all excited 

“Did you get her?!”your eyes were sparkling 

“An angel went before me.” you got gloomy for a second “But she chose me instead.”

“Wow! You are really good at this!”you clapped your hands and he ran his hand through his blonde hair 

“I know.”standing up Jimin walked out of your room “Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a really long day.”

“K.Goodnight.” even when you turned off the lights, you were still thinking about your family back home. There was nothing you could do now and plus that you were waiting for this moment since you could remember. Pushing away the excitement you were able to fall asleep, only to be woken up shortly by a clock.Your school bag was ready in seconds. You had breakfast with your host mother when Jimin rushed into the room stuffing his cheeks with as much food as he could and grabbing your arm, pulling you out of the house.

“Goodbye kids, have fun.”your host mother waved and you smiled back

“What are you doing?”you asked him as he was pulling you

“We are going to be late!”he said while chewing “By the way you are really light, you know that?” his head moved to see you and he almost screamed “What are you dong! Get down NOW!”

“It is easier when I fly and second of all no one can see me.Relax.”you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him off the ground “I advise you to hold onto me tight.”in seconds you found yourselves in front of the school.

“Ok, you go that way.”he pointed “My classroom is this way.”

“Wait!”you stopped him and jumped over to fix his hair “You have flight hair.”

“Flight hair?”he asked

“Come on Jimin.”you placed your hands onto your hips “Don’t tell me don’t know what it means.”he shook his head “When you fly, because of the wind it gets really messy.”

“I haven’t experienced this before.”

“Do you wear a hat when you fly?” the way he looked at you made your eyes widen.You placed your hands onto your open mouth “You can’t fly!?”

“Shhhh!”he placed his finger in front of his lips and you asked why, curious of the reason

“Oh look what we have here.”a bunch of boys walked over “Hey wingless.”they laughed out

“I have wings.”said Jimin to them

“But you can’t fly can you?”laughed out the obvious leader 

“Who are you to make fun of him?”you stepped in front of Jimin

“Hey cutie, you don’t know what we are talking about, so why don’t you stand back?”he tried to push you away, but you were standing firmly

“Who are you?”you asked a little pissed off

“My name is Amad, nice to you meet you honey.”he grinned leaning towards you “I won’t repeat myself.Stand back or you will get hurt.”you didn’t and walked over to him, one of his other idiots threw something that cut your cheek a bit

“Didn’t you hear what the boss said!”

“Look what happened.”said Amad “You got your pretty face damaged.” your head moved up to look at them. Your tongue licked the blood dripping and a sizzling sound echoed ,as the cut vanished in seconds 

“Wow.”you clapped your hands “You are very brave for a low class demon.If I can even call you that.”

“Who are you!?”asked the same idiot 

“That is non of your business. The only thing I can tell you is that you are the only one who has survived this long after doing something like this.”you pulled Jimin away from the group of thugs with last words of advice “You better watch your backs from now on.”

 Jimin showed you to your classroom and told you what to do.

“If you need any help you know where to find me.”

“Jimin.”you grabbed his sleeve “I know you are stronger than you make yourself look. Why don’t you say something back?”

“I promised I wouldn’t.” he left with only those words and you walked inside the new space 

 The teacher introduced you to the class and in just a matter of seconds a few females jumped up in front of a few boys and one or two girls in the class.

“Everyone sit down!”said the teacher “What is with those looks?”

 You chuckled “It’s ok.”they looked at you confused “I am not going to take them. I want to get one on my own.” the females relaxed and sat back down, poor things who knows how hard they had to fight to get those humans.During lunch a few of them came by to say hello, knowing that you weren’t after their hosts.

“Hey, nice to meet you my name is Edna.”she shook your hand, a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes 

“I am Sena.”a red haired female said “And this is Gina.”

“Hey, I am new too.”they looked cool, not like you expected 

“My name is Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you all.”

“Sorry about earlier.”said Sena 

“Yeah, we are just overprotective with our hosts.”agreed Gina

“This tests can become a real battle.” nodded Edna “I heard that this year Beelzebub ‘s daughter will be attending.”the other two gasped “I hope she doesn’t take one of ours. I bet she is supper scary.” 

“She must be super pretty too.”suggested Sena

“Talking about pretty.”they looked at you “You are gorgeous!”

“Thank you.”you blushed “But all of you are as well.”

“Awww stop it.”Gina grabbed her cheeks

“No, but really. You are demon royalty beautiful.You can compete with them. ”Sena couldn’t get here eyes off of you

“It’s lunch!”they grabbed you by the arms and pulled you out of the classroom 

“Where are we going to?”you asked looking at them

“Everyone gathers up during lunch break, silly.”said playfully Sena

“It is the greatest time to find yourself a host. That is your second task in the test after all.”explained Edna.You found a good table and started looking around for potential females and males you might like.

“Oh!”pointed Gina “How about Jason?He is cute and doesn’t have a being with him.”

“He has a guardian angel already.”you pointed 

“Really?”she squinted her eyes “So what?You can take him if you wanted to.Your demon beauty is too strong even for us and we are the same as you and female.”

“No Edna, I want to find him by my own standards.”

“What about her?Anna?”

“No.”

“The girl with black hair over there?”

“No.”

 After a couple of nos, you got up to get something to eat, while your new friends were searching as best as they could for someone suitable for you. You grabbed something and made your way back.There were a few people blocking the way, so you waited. You looked over to your table and Sena waved her hand towards you, unwillingly your eyes moved farther back from them to a boy with blue hair walking in.Your smile disappeared and your face relaxed. The girls moved their heads back and noticed who was coming in.

“Y/N ,NO!”Edna jumped and ran to you with everyone else behind .They grabbed your shoulders and shook you “You shouldn’t.”they said

 The loud screams made the boy in question look over. His hand dropped to the ground his drink as he saw in front of himself, something so beautiful that no poem could ever describe to the fullest.You ran your hand through your hair to fix it from all the shaking, which send the boy into a daze.

“Why shouldn’t I?”you asked 

“His name is Min Yoongi. We don’t know if he is a demon or human, or if he someone’s host. His energy is that confusing.”Edna was very hyper as she explained this to you “It’s good if you stay back before something happens.”

 They pulled you back to the classroom, yet the curiosity of playful demons was too strong to listen to advice. If they did then there wouldn’t be called demons and would have been able to stay angels, not to mention your blood line. As a strong creature you were able to sense his presence and found his classroom fast. During breaks you passed by a few times, letting him catch glimpses of you as much as he could.

 Demons were beautiful creatures, that is how they lure humans to a sinful path towards hell. You were the most purest of all demons in the underworld and in the human world as well. If you wanted something, you would have it, one way or the other. The dominant side of your existence showed itself a bit. You could have him any time you wanted, but that wouldn’t be much fun. You wanted him to willingly throw himself into the sinful abyss.It would be so much sweeter to just let him come on his own, beg to be with you. This was exciting. With in the first few days you started noticing him more often, which meant your charm was working. 

 It was too soon, but you wanted to test out how in control you were so far. As he was in class, you felt his annoyance with the subject and the hate towards the teacher.So, why not use these emotions to your advantage. 

“Miss?”you lifted your hand “May I go to the bathroom?”

“Yes of course, but don’t take too long.”you nodded, but on your way out Edna grabbed your shirt 

“I don’t know what you are thinking of doing, but I have a bad feeling.” she whispered

“It’s ok. I am just going to have a bit of fun.”you grinned and left the room, making your way towards his class. As your wings appeared you entered without being noticed and flew to his side. Looking around his desk you saw a rubber eraser and got an idea. 

    Throw the eraser at him....

 Yoongi’s head looked around but he didn’t see anyone around him, yet didn’t question the voice at all.

  Come on...

    You hate this class don’t you?

       Throw it...

 There wasn’t a sign of him moving, so you got pissed and turned around to leave.

* smack * 

“MIN YOONGI!”the teacher yelled out “To the principal’s office!NOW!”he stood up and smirked 

“On my way.” everyone in the room started talking how cool he was and you were surprised.Silently you followed him where he was going and heard their conversation. It wasn’t his first time to the principal’s office and by the sound of things he has done way worse things. A real bad boy, you thought to yourself.

 He was acting cool on his way back to the classroom, where his teacher wasn’t too happy right now.

  Good...

 The moment his head moved to the side you whispered it.The boy stopped moving, flying off to your class you were content with the experiment. Happiness was written all over your face the whole day and you were smiling widely on your way out of the school building. Jimin was waiting for you in the darkness, when a hand grabbed you and pushed you against the building. 

“Ah!”you gasped, feeling the cold wall behind your back

“Who are you?!” you were hit with a sudden question out of no where

“Shouldn't I ask that first?”you leaned closer to the man in front of you, hidden by the night’s darkness

“You don’t seem to understand who is in control here.”he pushed you back harder towards the wall to remind you

“Oh really?Well then won’t my master show his face.” your head was flush against the wall, but you looked at him with the eyes of a hungry devil and licked your lips.Your sudden reaction made his grip loosen a bit, which showed you that he was going into your trap slowly.

“I think you know who I am.”

“I do.But that isn’t what you came here for, is it?”

“I saw you today.”

“I did too.”you said

“Not that.”his grip tightened again “In front of the principal’s office there is a mirror.”

“So what?”you smirked and it sunk in your mind “A m-mirror...?” 

“I am not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I came to check it out for myself.” his hand gripped your skirt, he might have wanted to see if you had a tail

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to disrespect girls?” 

“There is nothing you can do about it anyways.”

“Aren’t you full of yourself.”you grabbed his shirt and switched places, now his back was against the wall “Min Yoongi.”

“You are stronger than I thought.” 

“Why are you smiling?!” you frowned in front of him “You think you can escape me?I don’t know if you know this, but I am the one in control, I have been since you first say me.Sorry to break it to you.”you leaned closer to him

“Is that so?” his leg pushed your legs apart and you lost your balance falling onto his chest, one of his hands grabbed both yours and the other your waist, his leg not moving “I know how to tame bad girls.” your chest was beating fast, you were getting angry because no one so far has had so much control over you.Your heart was yelling yes, but you mind wanted to be dominant so much.

“That is good, but...”your head was looking down when you grabbed his face and pulled him to a soul sucking kiss, when you pulled away he was almost shaking. Your eyes were red and glowing in the darkness, horns coming out your head and teeth sharp. “...can you tame the devil?” he was silent, maybe from the shock “What is wrong human?”you leaned closer brushing your lips gently over his as you spoke “Scared?”

“I would have been.”his hands pulled your hips closer to his “If I wasn’t this attracted to you.I wonder why?”

“You know what they say, the devil was handsome, so humans would jump into hell on their own accord.”your eyes were locked onto his

“And how did they do that?” he asked 

“Why do you ask?”

“I might want to commit some sins, if you know what I mean.”he grinned 

“Aren’t you too cocky for your situation Min Yoongi?”

“Are you denying me hell, because I heard it’s really...” he lifted your legs and wrapped your thighs around his waist “...hot there.”

“I can tell you if you want to.Do you have a demon you have a certain interest in?”you asked obviously knowing the answer to the question

“I do have this little devil in mind.She makes me do things I shouldn’t.”

“But you like it.” 

“Who said I don’t?” that smirk on his lips was driving you crazy 

“Fine.” you stuck your tongue out, on it glowed a crest “Where should I mark you?Neck? Body?”you were playing around with him, when Yoongi grabbed your face

“Here.”he pulled you into a kiss. His tongue asking for entrance which you gave.There was a sudden flash in the sky for a second.When you pulled back he licked his lips and you saw the mark. 

“Interesting choice.”you said and tried to pull away, but his hands didn’t let go of you

“Where do you think you are going honey?”he asked in a deep voice

“Home.”you leaned onto his shoulders and flew up in the sky

 Yoongi sighed with a smile on his face and leaned back normally on the wall. “I am grateful for the parting gift.” 

“What gift?”he pointed up and you noticed that you were flying over him in a skirt. Your hands covered you and you screamed out a bit “Perv!”

“Oh come on. You are going to call me that after what you did?Very brave of you Y/N.”

“That is the first time you said my name so far.”you relaxed a bit

“I will be using it a lot in the future, little miss devil.” 

 Your phone rang and you picked up only to hear Jimin asking you where you were and stuff like that. You told him you were on your way and hung up, placing it back in your pocket.

“What is it sugar? Daddy came to pick you up?”

“You are lucky it’s not him.”

 You flew away and he chuckled behind you a bit. Jimin was waiting in front of the gate.

“Hey.”you grabbed him by the shoulders and picked his body off the ground “Sorry for making you wait so long.”

“I was worried.”he said

“Jimin, we are demons.”

“Yeah you are right.”he looked up and gasped “Look!”

“What is this?”there was a black book floating in front of you, it was very strange

“Y/N!”Jimin said “Did you find a host!”

“Is this the book of souls?!” Jimin nodded “ I am so excited for this!!!” your hands were gripping the book tight “Jimin?” you asked and realized something “Wait. If I am holding the book, then....JIMIN!”

“AAAaaaaaaaa!”

“Shiiiiitttttt!” you cussed and flew down to search for him, but when you reached the street there was no sign of him “He can’t be....can he?”

“I am over here.”you heard a pissed voice 

“Jimin!”you turned around and gasped “You are flying!”

“I know, but it was your fault in the first place!”

“True, but you are flying!!!”

“I am thankful and very angry at the same time. Give me a minute to get used to this.”he was trying to balance, a normal thing for newbies 

“It’s ok.”you said crossing your legs in the air like you were sitting on a chair 

“Let me see the book.”he reached out and you gave it to him “The host you found is very fascinating.”Jimin was moving the object in his hand around looking at every detail on it “Dark and torn in places, looks kinda creepy yet cool.These golden chains and ornaments in places are interesting too.” he gave it back to “Who is your host?”

“Min Yoongi.”

“MIN WHO!?” he was so shocked he lost balance and almost fell onto the street 

“You know him?”

“Of fucking course I do! He is from my circle of friends!”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”you were calm when he obviously wasn’t 

“Wait....Yoongi isn’t a demon?”Jimin gasped “That is so strange.What am i going to tell the others.” 

“Why does every think that?It is so obvious he is a human.”you sighed 

“To notice that you must be a high lever devil. By the way, now when we talk about power, you have a tail.”he looked down at it

“Yes, everyone in my family had on in a certain point in their life.”it was normal to you, those who didn’t have one were strange in your eyes

“You must be really strong.” he made a few circles in the air “I think I got used to flying.Lets go home so I can show you how to use the book.”

“I can use it?”you looked at him with wide eyes

“Lets go.”he sighed and grabbed your hand

[spookyspaghettisundae]

The Bloody Ransom

The coach carriage thundered down the muddy path. Its driver rhythmically whipped the two black horses that strained to draw the carriage along. A fog so thick you could cut it with a knife made it impossible to see into the dreary woods surrounding the narrow forest road.

The downpour of rain had turned into a drizzle, yet one that cut into the skin of the driver’s face with the biting wind and bitter cold of winter. Sitting inside this coach, a little girl no more than twelve winters old felt the cold too, oblivious of her breath condensing in front of her.

Instead, Magdalene stared wide-eyed at the tall and spindly man sitting across from her. His skin looked ashen and wrinkly like an old parchment and his yellow eyes like that of a snake. Over the course of minutes since their departure, his countenance had changed—from that of a regular man in fine clothing to what she thought was a snake-man. His face had become more gaunt, and he was taller and more slender. Or maybe it was the gloomy morning light of the black forest they rode through, and her eyes played tricks on her.

One thing she was certain of—he was no human. When the stranger sensed her gaze upon him, he averted his attention from the misty pines outside. His thin and chapped lips curled into a leering smile. The little girl felt more chilled by the two rows of tiny, pointy teeth than the air of deathly cold seeping into the wagon and numbing her fingers.

“I am your new caretaker. Your parents hired me, deary,” the stranger said. Every word sounded faint, of rustling papers, and oozed with malevolence and something else. Especially the last word—saying it and savoring the syllables like a tasty morsel. It dawned on Magdalene what she heard in his voice: hunger.

Immortal hunger.

She pursed her lips and did her best to show no fear.

“I take it that father pays you a king’s ransom for your new duty,” Magdalene said while staring daggers at the snake-man.

“Yes. Handsomely, indeed. I will take very good care of you,” the stranger replied.

Magdalene’s chin quivered. She knew it was all lies. The lies did not upset her as much as realizing the sorrow she felt stirring inside her upon hearing her own ruse. Her father had been dead for five years. Mother had warned her of people like this snake-man. The girl had been thoroughly taught to beware of strangers who might try to whisk her away just to demand a ransom from her wealthy mother. Such was the life of aristocracy in Crimsonport.

But the girl had not been wary of this snake-man. She had, in fact, waited for him to pick her up off the foggy streets of that blighted city, luring her into the coach with promises of sweet treats and warm tea.

As if on cue, a chorus of cawing and flapping wings indicated that a murder of crows flew by outside.

“Whoa,” shouted the driver, followed by horses neighing. The carriage came to an abrupt halt, and both its passengers inside the coach tilted an inch by the remaining momentum.

The little girl stared at the snake-man with a steely gaze unusual for a child of her age or station. The humanoid creature narrowed its eyes at her, and its leering smile drooped into a scowl as its face contorted. He looked like he was about to snarl at Magdalene like a wild animal when they both heard a loud thud outside the coach. His eyes darted to the side to peer outside the coach. He never blinked.

“Stay here,” snake-man hissed at her, without a shred of false friendliness left in his voice.

He opened the coach door and stepped outside. The thin sword from his side and the pistol from his holster had sleek metal sounds to each of them when he drew them both simultaneously. Magdalene gasped when snake-man flew backwards into the side of the carriage. A crossbow bolt stuck straight out of his neck. He clutched and yanked it out with an inhuman ferocity. Instead of blood, something chunky and purely black sputtered out of the hole in his neck.

He hissed and fired a shot towards the trees, but he had targeted something or someone outside the girl’s field of vision. The sound of the gunshot echoed and filled Magdalene’s ears with a persistent ringing sound. Another shot followed only seconds later, this time from a different flintlock pistol. It hit the snake-man in the chest. Magdalene scooted away from the coach door to the opposite end and held her breath in fear.

A figure clad in a dark tricorne hat and dark long coat emerged from the forest’s edge, appearing thoroughly drenched. A cutlass in one hand, a smoking pistol in the other, face veiled by a blood-red scarf.

“You cannot kill me this easily, fool,” snake-man said in a deep and voluminous voice that was the opposite of how he had sounded just moments ago. When telling this tale later on, Magdalene would say that he sounded like the demon inside of him had now dropped its final vestiges of a human guise.

In the blink of an eye, the attacker bridged the distance to the carriage with a few limber steps. The clash of steel between snake-man’s rapier and his foe’s cutlass rung throughout the quiet forest as they crossed blades in a series of energetic thrusts, swings, and parries. Sparks flew as the curved blade sliced along the rapier and missed its mark.

Snake-man cackled and stepped back. An unnaturally long tongue shot out of his mouth like a spear. His assailant’s blade almost shone in the morning gloom as it swung around, and Magdalene missed what happened because she blinked. In the next instant, a piece of snake-man’s tongue flapped around violently on the muddy turf for several seconds even after being disembodied. He had dropped his gun and gripped his own mouth with a hand while black mucus spilled out from in between his unnaturally long and spindly fingers.

“I can kill you easily enough because I know what you are, monster,” said a stern woman’s voice, muffled from behind the red scarf.

She dropped the pistol in her left hand and had drawn another flintlock from her coat in a flash, so quickly that Magdalene gasped. The cloud of smoke and muzzle flare exploded with its shot even before the dropped handgun had hit the ground of the muddy forest path with a squelching sound.

Snake-man staggered back into the side of the coach and hit it with such force that the entire wagon shook and wobbled as if it had been hit by an elephant. Magdalene began to wonder if he was not much heavier than he looked. Although his back was turned to her, she dreaded the thought of seeing his face now. She stared at the back of his head, pleading silently to the good God that he would not turn around to look at her. He slid past the coach window, down onto the ground, and out of her sight with painful slowness as he stared at his veiled attacker.

“How? How—how did ye,” the creature asked in vain. Every word from his lips was muffled and revealed great agony until the speech turned into unintelligible gurgling and sputtering.

“Silver bullets? You clods underestimate us puny humans,” the woman with the red scarf muttered while stepping closer to the dying snake-man.

She tipped her hat up with the muzzle of her pistol as if to get a better glimpse of the creature up close, and a lock of tussled brown hair bobbed out. Without any ado, the blade of her cutlass whistled through the air a few times, always followed by disgusting sounds akin to a butcher going to work on a dead animal. Flesh and bone being chopped through. She proceeded to hack snake-man’s head off. Magdalene closed her eyes with all her might and recoiled into her laced, expensive coat.

Several heartbeats later, the girl dared to peek between her fingers and then leaned forward to look outside the window. Kneeling down after what must have been a dozen swings, the woman in the tricorne hat lifted a severed head with black fluids dripping from its neck, paying no attention to the girl.

“Disgusting,” the woman said when she held snake-man’s head up high enough as if to look into its dead eyes before producing a burlap sack and dropping the dubious trophy into it. She tied it shut with a thick twine.

Another figure emerged from the fog and treeline. Like the woman in the hat, he too was wearing a tricorne and a drenched long coat, though his face was veiled by a dark green scarf. Magdalene wondered how he had gotten the long scar over his exposed left eye. The mud made squelching sounds under his boots as he approached the scene of slaughter and he cautiously looked at snake-man’s body while re-loading a crossbow he had been carrying.

The woman sheathed her cutlass and picked up her discarded pistol to holster that as well. She dropped the burlap sack—of which the bottom had soaked up a pitch-black fluid—onto the turf and re-loaded her firearms with bullets and powder from a horn on her belt, exerting a cold-blooded and stoic meticulousness about it. She then ducked down to pick up and hoist the sack with snake-man’s head over her shoulder in one flowing motion.

Cold air poured into the coach car when the woman opened the door. She looked straight into Magdalene’s eyes.

“Well done, Maggie. He will never hurt anyone ever again,” she said, stretching out a leather-gloved hand to Magdalene, offering to help her exit the carriage.

The man with the crossbow grunted something and turned red in the face. His eyebrows furrowed when he alternated between furiously asking and shouting, “Wait! She—she was in on this? You knowingly risked this girl’s life? You lied to me!”

The woman sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. However, Magdalene found new vigor and stretched out her silk-gloved hand. She took the hunter’s leather-gloved hand and stepped out of the coach with delicate steps. Her small white shoes sunk into the mud but her attention was more drawn to the man now.

He angrily paced back and forth before pointing a finger at the woman and ranting some more, “Oh, let me guess. There was a bounty. There was a bloody bounty, some ransom. Was there not?”

The young woman pulled her red scarf down and revealed a strikingly beautiful face.

“Justice is not served for free, Johnny,” she said to the other hunter with a lopsided grin.

Magdalene took the woman’s hand again which caused the bounty hunter’s eyes to widen in surprise. The little girl pulled towards the direction of the forest path heading back to Crimsonport. The girl took the lead, and the woman began escorting her down the road, hand in hand.

Johnn groaned and raised his hands up in frustration, then slung the crossbow over his shoulder with a leather strap and went to the horses. He walked around the driver’s body—who was lying face-down in the mud—and Johnn began unlatching a black steed from the carriage.

Not even turning to look at them, he asked, “Do you really want to walk back to the city, Nora?” The anger in his tone persisted. Nora and Magdalene turned their heads to look back at him upon hearing that. Just then, a wolf howled in the distance. Not far away enough. The woman and the girl exchanged glances and turned back to join Johnn in seizing the horses. They would ride swiftly, for abominable creatures lived in this forest.

What had howled was not just any wolf.

—Submitted by Wratts

[papal-babygirl]

“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.” jeremichael ;0 -- holo

ayy its time for that good good pastel punk fae/werewolf jm goodness

finger guns

“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.” Jeremy blurts out one day as he and Michael sit on his couch, and Michael starts to nuzzle into his neck. They’re alone, blessedly, and Michael gets far too affectionate when they’re alone.

“What tongue thing?” Michael asks, running his tongue over his teeth to get them to go flat before trying to go back to kissing Jeremy’s neck.

“That thing!” Jeremy says, and Michael pulls back from his kisses with a cocked eyebrow, blushing past the red marks on his cheeks and spreading to tinge the tips of his ears pink.

“You mean the thing I do when I try to not bite you?” Michael rolls his eyes, feeling his teeth go pointy again and sighs. “Would you rather I bite you? You into that, lil’ J?” It’s Jeremy’s turn to blush, the red of his cheeks complementing his shock of red hair.

“I mean, like, not really… had enough not sexy biting to be into sexy biting.” Michael’s eyes dart to the scars peeking out from his tank top, and worries a lip in between his pointed teeth. He always forgets the savage scars on Jeremy’s shoulder till he takes his jacket off, and it was currently draped over the back of Michael’s soft grey leather couch.

“That’s… yeah… a good point.” Michael’s voice gets small, and he presses a kiss to the worst of what’s exposed. Jeremy instinctively buries his nose into Michael’s curls, picking up the spicy scent of his magic and humming happily.

Jeremy curls a hand around the back of Michael’s head and gently draws him back. “Hey, hey, it’s ok, because I know what you can do with your mouth that will make me very happy.” Jeremy grins and pulls a confused Michael to a kiss, “And I don’t even mind your teeth.”