#the fox x the demon

[deli-does-bad-art]

Yeet have some bad art bc my pen died ans this is what it is lol.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Human Alastor, spinning you around the dance floor, each step confident and hands sure as they grazed over your skin. "You know, darling, if I had a nickel for every time I thought of you, I’d have enough to buy my own radio station."

You couldn't help but laugh under the attention of the charming man that you seemed to keep running into every time you went out dancing.

He pulled you close, as you spun back into his arms, "Care to join me on the airwaves? Or do you prefer silence?"

[azure-firecracker]

I’m still thinking about that one section of Demons before Mulder decides that his memories will show him the truth, where he thinks that either he did kill Amy and David Cassandra, or if he didn’t, there’s no way out, and he’s just deeply despondent about the whole situation, in that way he only is when he can’t see any path forward.

But then Scully is there, all stubborn determination and says Mulder, I refuse to believe that you had anything to do with this.

Because he is the believer. He wants to believe, and he can be coerced into believing in anything.

Except himself.

And she is the skeptic. She trusts no one. She won’t believe in anything, not until she has all the hard facts in the world.

But she believes in him.

[that--funny--feeling]

We should just kiss like real people do.

Mulder's journey and the Truths that he found along the way.

The X Files 1x01 // 1x02 // 2x12 // 4x02 // 4x13 // 4x14 // 4x18 // 4x23 // 5x14 // Fight the Future // 6x05 // 6x06 // 6x19 // 6x22 // 7x02 // 7x04 // 7x11 // 7x17 // 7x21 // 8x17 // 8x21

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[chronicowboy]

The ambulance carrying Chimney trundles away, and Hen retreats to where Buck and Eddie are huddled for a breather. She gives Eddie a light tap on the back as she joins them, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders in what she assumes is half reassurance and half leverage to keep himself upright.

Honestly, Hen is just impressed he's still standing. Its been one hell of a day.

"How'd he look?" Buck asks, face locked tight into careful neutrality.

"Well, he was cracking jokes with Julie." Hen smiles shakily, the feel of her best friend's blood on her hands making her skin itch.

"He'll be okay," Eddie tells them both, quiet conviction in his voice. "He's got too much to live for."

Hen watches the look Buck and Eddie share with curiousity. Its a loaded look full of unspoken words Hen could never hope to understand. But then Buck nods, his shoulders lose just the slightest bit of tension, and he turns back to the rubble.

"We've got more work to do," he says gravely. His eyes flicker to Eddie's hand where its pressed against his ribs. "You can sit this one out, Eds. I really think you should."

"We need all the help we can get, Buck." Eddie shakes his head and pushes off Hen to steady himself. "I'll take frequent breaks, but I'm not stopping until I have to."

Buck clenches his jaw, but before he can protest their radios crackle to life.

"Firefighter Diaz, do you copy?"

"Linda?" Eddie frowns, and Hen feels a sickening stone of dread drop right through her stomach.

"Eddie." Linda's voice wobbles, and Hen's chest tightens. "Eddie, I'm so sorry. I just got a call from Christopher."

For a moment, the scene goes deathly silent. Hen can only hold her breath and remember the way the world had dropped out from under her when she'd got the call about Karen's lab.

"W-what?" Eddie croaks, eyes wide and unfocused.

Hen reaches out to grab Eddie's hand, glances to see where Buck's comfort is, always the first one to be at Eddie's side. She knows its a mistake the moment she looks at him. Captain Buck has vanished, replaced instead by the sodden, dirty, bloodied Buck they'd found in the aftermath of a tsunami. Tiny, shaking, frozen with fear.

"Christopher was under the bridge when it collapsed," Linda carries on, words trembling. "He's stuck in there."

"Is he-" Eddie chokes back a sob, chest heaving with his breaths, and rolls his eyes up skywards. "Is he still on the line?"

"Yeah, do you want to talk to him?"

"Please," Eddie rasps.

But before Linda can patch him through, there's an almighty grumble like the earth itself is growling and another section of the bridge collapses in on itself.

Hen throws her arms out on instinct, unwilling to lose anymore of her team to this goddamned bridge, but its useless. Eddie's too weak with pain and shock to do much more than nudge her, and Buck's still frozen in place. But Eddie's scream. Well, that's not something Hen will ever be able to forget.

She'd thought the way he screamed Buck's name on the ladder had been bad. But now Eddie's half hunched over as he screams his lungs out, a thing so primal that Christopher's name is almost unrecognisable where it falls from his lips. Hen feels his grief all the way down to her bones as she catches Eddie before his buckling knees can hit the floor.

He's heavy, too heavy for her aching arms, and she looks to Buck for help only to find an empty spot.

"Please," Eddie whispers over and over, voice wet and raw.

Hen follows his gaze and finds Buck at the fresh wall of rubble, tearing chunks of debris away with nothing more than his bear hands. She blinks, expecting to find herself in darkness and soaked to the bone by rain, but Buck is screaming Christopher's name not Eddie's.

Hen lowers Eddie to the floor, propping him up against the car and making sure he has a clear view of Buck's frantic work. She turns just in time to watch Buck bark orders at a group of gathered firefighters, but then he's right back to scrabbling through the rubble and screaming his lungs out.

"Linda," Hen murmurs into her radio, "is Chris still with you?"

There's a pause. Too long. Hen squeezes her eyes shut tight.

"T-the call hasn't ended, but..." A deep breath. "He's not answering me."

Hen curses quietly to herself, sends a prayer up to a god she doesn't believe in, then turns back to Eddie, his eyes still fixed on Buck with something desperate and pleading. Her eyes drop, unable to stomach the expression of pure anguish on his face, and she finds Eddie's gloved hand wrapped around his St Christopher medallion.

She wants to promise him that Christopher will be okay, wants to promise him that he'll make it out the other side, wants to make a hundred promises that she absolutely shouldn't. But Hen loses her own voice when she thinks about how she'd react if it was Denny under tonnes and tonnes of bridge.

The next thing she knows, Buck is calling out for a gurney with a hoarse voice and diving into a hole in the wall of rubble. Hen wonders if he realises he doesn't have a helmet on or if he just doesn't care. She watches the small opening with baited breath, gripping Eddie's hand as tight as she can possibly manage.

Its a long five minutes before Buck emerges from the hole with a dust-covered body in his arms. The sob that bubbles out of Eddie is almost as haunting as his scream. Buck cradles Christopher against his chest like he's the most precious thing in the world as he picks his way through the chaos towards them. Sooner than Hen can comprehend, Buck is falling to his knees by Eddie's side, his own eyes glassy with tears.

"Hey, buddy," Buck chokes out, "told you I'd get you to dad."

"Chris," Eddie sobs, reaching out for him. Buck doesn't miss a beat, manoeuvring himself and Chris closer so that Eddie can hold his son without aggravating his injuries. "Hey, Chris. Hey, I'm here."

"Dad?" Chris mumbles weakly, but for the smile that breaks across Eddie's face you'd think it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Yeah, mijo, I'm here." Eddie shakes a glove off to brush the curls off of Christopher's forehead, and Hen waves the paramedics with the gurney over. "I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

Hen makes the mistake of looking at Buck again, and her eyes fill with sharp tears at what she finds. Buck, the gentle giant, cradling Christopher with the most care in the world, and looking down at father and son like they're the reason he's still breathing, his heart is still beating. Buck watching Eddie murmur reassurances to Christopher like he's just found faith for the first time in his life, like a resurrection, like this is why he came back from the dead.

The gurney breaks them from the moment, and Hen helps Eddie to his feet as Buck lays Christopher down. Eddie takes his hand the moment he's upright and he's staggering along with them to the ambulance before he's even steady on his feet.

Hen watches them roll Christopher into the rig, watches Eddie climb in after him, watches as Eddie turns to catch Buck's eyes just before the doors close between them. Hen doesn't have to know Buck and Eddie's secret language to know that that look meant thank you. She turns to Buck, a few steps in front of her, suddenly looking lost in all the debris. When she lays a hand on his shoulder, he clears his throat and sniffles before composing himself.

"Back to work," he mutters and then he's off again.

Hen hears her own voice echoed in her head: are you capable of being a father and walking away?

[scrimblyscrorblo]

They have very opposing views about what Sanemi is like and they are relentlessly teasing him about it

[cecilysass]

The Penultimate Partner Episode: Analyzing the Second-to-Last Episodes of Seasons 3-7

So I was thinking about the show’s tendency to do an episode that is explicitly about the Partnership—about the deep abiding bonds between Mulder and Scully—right before the season finale.

This doesn’t seem to happen in season 1 and 2 (the penultimate episodes are Roland and Our Town, respectively, which don’t seem to play the same role). And something different is happening in season 8 and 9, so I don't think they fit as well.

But during the show’s peak popularity, seasons 3-7, the second-to-last episode seems to be setting up baseline emotional stakes for whatever plotline is about to hit. These episodes are giving us the state of the partnership, reminding us how devoted they are to one another. They also tend to have to do with one or both partners having a distorted perception on reality that requires the other partner's intervention in some way. I’m calling them the Penultimate Partner episodes.

So can we look at the themes of each of these Partnership episodes and see development over time? I think yes. It’s gonna be long. I rewatched them all, so buckle up.

Season 3: Wetwired - partnership as trust Season 4: Demons - partnership as loyalty Season 5: Folie a Deux - partnership as shared madness Season 6: Field Trip - partnership as touchstones Season 7: Je Souhaite - partnership as happiness

Season 3: Wetwired  (right before Talitha Cumi)

This episode, like several in the Penultimate Partner episode category, involves a X-file that distorts perception. Because Scully can’t trust her own senses due to the mind control, she also can’t trust Mulder, calling into question the key tenet of their partnership. (And by season three, they have definitely established trust as the bedrock.)

Her gradual mistrust of Mulder in this episode is tense and painful; you can see on her face how much she argues with herself about it even as her mind is tricking her. Others who fall victim to this mind control phenomenon wind up murdering their romantic partner, but in the end of the episode, when they’re discussing what happened in the hospital, they both seem pretty unsurprised that Scully’s paranoia focused on Mulder. They both know, late season three, how crucial trust is between them. They understand that it’s Scully’s worst fear that Mulder would betray her. It’s not even news to them.

What Mulder’s worst fear might be is also hinted at, although it’s unsaid. He’s furious that her life is put at risk by the mysterious informant. When Mulder believes Scully may be dead and he’s going to identify her body, his reaction is chilling. He seems to completely shut down emotionally, not even showing any reaction to the Gunmen. Tellingly, when he is offered a choice between getting answers and going to ID Scully’s body, he doesn’t hesitate—he chooses Scully. (Sometimes people claim Mulder doesn’t show this kind of commitment to her until much later, even until Home Again in season 10, so it’s interesting to see it so unequivocal here.)   

I want to say that Scully’s anxiety about trusting Mulder in this episode is foreshadowing aspects of the cancer arc in the next season, but I don’t think that’s really what’s happening. This episode seems more like an entirely season 3 cap to the Anasazi / Blessing Way / Paperclip storyline, especially the murder of Melissa. Scully’s paranoia calls back Mulder’s in Anasazi, and Scully explicitly blames Mulder for her sister’s murder when she’s drawn a gun on him. Even just the fact that we're there with Maggie, who has a picture of Melissa displayed prominently, tells me that loss is supposed to be on both partners' minds. (Actually, the interaction between Mulder, Scully and Maggie is pretty amazing in this scene; they’re an emotionally complex trio who seem to be communicating on some other level. I love how when Mulder and Maggie are talking to freaked-out Scully they almost sound strangely unreal, almost like they really are speaking falsely. It allows us to imagine the scene as it looks from Scully’s point-of-view, as a massive betrayal.)

Wetwired is, technically, a mytharc episode, as this whole mind control thing seems to tie back into X and the Syndicate. Personally I think the episode’s ending, emphasizing the mytharc-related plot and X’s involvement and whatever tf was happening there, was a little misguided. For my tastes they would have done better to play up the more personal, character-based themes a little more. But I also think this episode was the first real Penultimate Partner episode, and it was setting some patterns that were going to be expanded on.

Season 4: Demons (before Gethsemane)

From the cold open, we can already tell this is already a more personal episode than Wetwired. Mulder is the one having perception problems now; he wakes from a disturbing dream, covered in blood, muddled memory. This is also technically a mytharc episode, but much more concerned with direct impact on character than Wetwired was. 

Scully instantly rushes to Mulder’s aid—walks right into his shower, for heaven’s sake—and absolutely never wavers in loyalty to him, even when he looks real, real guilty and a "rational" person would be suspicious. She is in fierce, must-protect-Mulder mode throughout this entire episode, from the moment she shows up palpating his head with her hands to her back-off behavior with the cops to her badass cold “I know what you do” comment to Dr. Goldstein. She also helps Mulder see through his distorted perception, telling him "this is not the way to the truth" as he holds a gun on her.

In this Penultimate Partner episode, we see something more than simple trust going on, although there’s trust, too. Maybe the word is loyalty or devotion. We see Mulder coming apart and Scully completely and utterly devoted to him. It’s actually very clear foreshadowing for the following week’s episode, Gethsemane. Mulder isn’t stable, and he needs Scully to keep him from “los[ing] his course,” as she says in Demons’ end narration. Gethsemane will follow up on the Mulder losing-his-course idea, and also will explore the idea that Scully’s bottomless support of Mulder isn’t always good for her. (This idea is voiced especially by Bill.) 

There are some ways in which this episode is a neat little bookend to Wetwired. In Wetwired, Scully flees to her mother’s house, desperate and paranoid; in Demons, Mulder, similarly unhinged, seeks out his mother at her house. In Wetwired, Scully sees things that aren’t there, and in Demons, it’s definitely implied that Mulder may be seeing things in his past that weren’t actually there. In Wetwired, Scully pulls a gun on Mulder, and in Demons, Mulder pulls one on Scully. 

I adore this episode, even though it’s definitely vulnerable to the critique that Mulder acts like a self-obsessed loon and Scully a hopeless enabler lol. Especially because it comes before the Gethsemane / Redux three parter, I wish the episode would have explicitly connected his behavior to the cancer arc, as I feel like that would have made his wild choices seem more understandable. If he felt like he needed to find answers faster because he knew Scully’s time was running out and he saw it all tied together with her fate, then we would get why he was acting so rashly. It would also tie more nicely into Gethsemane, which misleads the audience into thinking Mulder has killed himself, in part, because he believes she’s been given cancer to make him believe. But again, I love this episode. Scully showing up and putting that blanket around Mulder when he’s shaking. Her hugging him at the end when he’s desolate on the floor. This shows a partnership that’s been through Paper Hearts and Memento Mori—that’s moved beyond trust alone.

Season 5: Folie a Deux (before The End)

This is another episode about perception—about one partner seeing things the other can’t. Unlike in Wetwired or Demons, however, in this episode the altered perception actually represents the real truth, something everyone else fails to understand. The episode plays around with the tropes of earlier episodes like Wetwired, at first encouraging us to think that it's a delusion that Pincus is a monster, but then convincing us, through Mulder’s eyes, that the delusion is actually reality.  

As other people have observed, this episode ends up being a nice little metaphor for the whole show: Mulder knowing what no one else does, being ostracized and considered insane, asking Scully to find evidence to corroborate him and ultimately convincing her to believe him and see what he sees. Their partnership is, quite precisely, a madness shared by two. 

It’s a monster of the week, not a mytharc, so there’s no distraction of elaborate mytharc plot, just characters and monster. And this is a Vince Gilligan operation, so our focus is definitely on character. From the first scene with Mulder and Scully, we sense that we’re going to be talking about the partnership. Skinner gives them an assignment in Chicago that Mulder doesn’t think is worth it, and he complains in a particularly self-centered way to Scully, which she observes (“You’re saying I a lot.”) The episode is going to be very explicit that while Mulder might be monster boy, they are in this unhinged partnership situation together. Another important moment comes later, when Scully is calling the perp crazy for thinking he saw a monster, and Mulder says, “Well, I saw it, too.” Scully’s careful about-face after that, her delicate avoidance of implying she thinks Mulder is actually crazy, is part of the dance they’re doing at this late season five stage of their partnership. She doesn’t quite believe him, but she doesn’t knee-jerk not believe him either. 

And the foreshadowing of what’s to come in this one, whoo boy. Most obviously, we must acknowledge that 1013 knew exactly what they were doing when Mulder tells Scully “you’re my one in five billion.” A mere seven days from now, a mysterious beautiful ex who believes his theories is going to show up to immediately cast doubt on that claim. And this episode is also toying with the question of whether Scully actually does always back Mulder up when it’s important, when she has to accept she saw something illogical. At the end, does she tell Skinner she actually saw a giant bug in Mulder’s hospital room? We don’t know, but I think it’s implied she doesn’t. That’s all presaging what will happen in The Beginning coming off of Fight the Future. It’s Scully’s little way of resisting the madness, but it also hurts Mulder and damages the partnership, which will be a problem in season six. 

Season 6: Field Trip (before Biogenesis)

Full disclosure: this is my favorite episode. So I’m going to make some big claims about it. This is the ultimate Penultimate Partner episode—the one that best knits together what it wants to say about their partnership and what it wants to establish for the finale. It's a monster-of-the-week episode (another Vince Gilligan ep, with John Shiban) but refers to the mytharc often. It’s also one of the best episodes about their partnership, period. 

This is yet another episode about distorted perception. This time, however, under the influence of a giant mushroom, both partners are unable to perceive clearly, to determine what is real and what is a lie. And when they’re confused, they critically turn to one another to help them see what the truth is.

Coming off of season six, the partnership is rocky. Mulder is frustrated that after so many theories of his have borne out, he still can’t get the benefit of the doubt from Scully, something he explicitly says in the dialogue here. Scully has felt like she’s not been trusted or heard, like Mulder has turned to others (Diana Fowley, for example) rather than his partner.

This is an episode about how they absolutely need one another to be able to make sense of the world—that individually each of their points-of-view are not enough. In Mulder’s hallucination, Scully accepts his claims about alien life forms too completely, not applying enough skepticism, not pushing back against him. In Scully’s hallucination, a world without Mulder, everyone is unacceptably unquestioning of the status quo, refusing to dig deeper, lacking Mulder’s critical acumen and drive. Neither partner likes the feeling of being unopposed, and it makes both of them suspicious about the hallucination’s reality. They may think they want their own view to prevail, but they need one another to be a whole person.

The theme of what’s real and what’s not – and needing one another to discern the truth–is exactly what is picked up and developed further in the Biogenesis-Sixth Extinction-Amor Fati arc that follows this. Scully’s skepticism has to stretch to incorporate more of Mulder’s worldview to make sense of what she sees in the Ivory Coast, and of course, Mulder calls on Scully’s worldview to see through his misleading dream world in Amor Fati. In fact, you could argue Field Trip is really about the idea that Mulder and Scully are one another’s touchstones—the people they need to know what’s right and real. 

Incidentally, this episode also plays around with some of season 6’s other subtextual throughlines: Mulder and Scully’s anxieties about possibly entering a non-platonic relationship, their unease about what a normal, domestic life might even be for them. For the entire episode they’re directly compared and juxtaposed with the Schiffs, a young married couple who died on Brown Mountain. The Schiffs are a tall man and a redheaded woman. They even die hallucinating lying together on a hotel bed after she asked him to “hold her” (although I do seriously doubt 1013 was intentionally foreshadowing a full year ahead). The last shot is of Mulder reaching out to take Scully’s hand across the ambulance, suggesting a kind of partnership beyond just, you know, partnership. Which takes us to the next season.  

Season 7: Je Souhaite (before Requiem)

Truthfully, I don’t think this episode fits quite as well in the Penultimate Partner category. It doesn’t share some of the same traits as these other episodes—it’s not quite as notably about perception, for instance—and it’s not fundamentally about the partnership in the same way. But it does end up commenting on their partnership (even their relationship, really) as part of its theme, so I think we can include it—especially because its position right before Requiem ends up being important. 

Je Souhaite (btw, written and directed by Vince Gilligan) has a bit of an unsettled feeling to it because it was kind of treading water, waiting to see what happened with DD and the series. Nothing too monumental could happen with the partnership or the plot because it wasn’t clear to anyone what would happen next with the show: whether it would end or continue, whether DD would be involved or not.

So we have a story about Mulder and Scully making peace with not having a significant impact on the world—e.g. not bringing about world peace, not introducing invisible bodies to science. Instead, they are content to delightfully share a beer and comment that they have made one another “pretty happy” (as Scully says about Mulder). Through the jinni character, they seem to take the lesson that they can enjoy being with one another, accept the simple happiness that their relationship brings them. Rather than wish for success that comes too easily, they take joy in the little things with one another.

Comparing this episode to the Penultimate Partner episodes that come before, we can really see how Mulder and Scully’s dynamic has evolved by season seven. We have a Scully who is much more open to supernatural phenomena, for example, and whose skepticism seems more like a reflex or a defense mechanism now. Scully’s move towards belief is partially reflected in the plot of the episode: the X-file here really isn’t even science fiction. It is just straight up fantasy or magical realism. Aside from Scully's brief mention of a disease to explain what happened to the mouthless man in the cold open, no plausible scientific explanation for the jinni's long life or wishes is really even floated.

Scully is delighted by the discovery of the invisible body, and Mulder is visibly delighted by her delight. He’s also frustrated by her retreat into doubt when the body disappears, of course. But even the reversal into her old skepticism is half-hearted, as she soon after she's engaging in discussion with Mulder about what his final wish was. This is consistent with the overall blurring of the old hardline believer-skeptic dynamic we see in season 7. It’s also peeking ahead to Scully’s coming role as resident basement believer in season 8. 

The last scene, with the beers and Caddyshack, is meant to be a callback to djinni Jenn’s comment that she wishes she could “live my life moment by moment... enjoying it for what it is instead of... instead of worrying about what it isn't.” Mulder, we see, is taking a cue from her. (And good for him, as we almost never see these characters do this. Except on rare baseball-related occasions.)

However, this episode’s position right before Requiem—and right before the events of season 8—ends up giving this scene a real bittersweet bite. We know, after Requiem, that they were probably a romantic couple at this time. We know, after Requiem, that this time is going to be their last happy time together for a long while. Later in season 8, we learn that one lingering wish of Scully’s in season 7 is that she wanted to conceive a child with Mulder. And of course we know, after Requiem, that she gets her wish—but with a vicious catch, with a terrible side effect, much like what happens with the jinni’s wishes. 

So that’s my academic thesis on that. I know others have pointed out the existence of this type of episode before. What did I miss? Do you think I am wrong to leave out seasons 1, 2, 8, and 9? Why do we think these episodes focus so much on distorted perception? Interested to hear others’ thoughts (if they make it through this lol).

[thedemoninmywalls]

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[arcanespillo]

TXF "Demons" s4e23

SPN "Born Under A Bad Sign" s2e14

[bllemons]

San x Wee (Smut)

Word Count: idk I wrote this in tumblr lol

Inspired by this scene^^^. A much needed self indulgent smut of San giving in to temptation and fucking the daylights out of a sexy fox demon Wee.

Edit** I fixed some mistakes as I wrote this half asleep and definitely not horny...

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"Master, you should stop reciting the sutras", a voice behind him whispered seductively.

San could feel the air stir around him. The sultry tone in the fox demon's voice sent shivers down his spine. Sharp claws traced along the edge of his shoulder, pressing into his collarbone. He would be lying if he said he didn't like the sensation. No. This isn't right. San continued reciting, not wanting to give in to the nine tailed fox.

"If you want to go to paradise, there's a shortcut."

Strong arms wrapped around him, hands coming to trace over his in his praying postition. San tensed at the feeling of the fox's small but strong body pressing closer to his. His back was on fire from the heat between them. A strong alluring scent teased his nose, overpowering the candles and incense that once filled the room. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting the owner of this scent. No. Stop thinking such perverted thoughts. San reminded himself. The only paradise you'll take me to is hell.

Relief flooded over San as the presence behind him vanished. He continued to chant, hoping his silent prayer for relief had been answered. That relief soon vanished as he felt the soft touch of the demon's lips lightly grace his praying hands. His breath almost halted, but he powered through. The constant nudging of a nose and hot breaths around his hands were hard to ignore.

"Let's see if you can endure this."

San's heart dropped at those words. Endure? I've been enduring this whlle time. He only prayed harder when he felt the fox move closer to his face. The hot breaths left goosebumps along his neck. His cheek tickled at the feeling of a pointed nose and soft lips rubbing against it.

San could feel his resolve slipping. His hands were sweating and pale at how tightly he was holding them together. His heartbeat almost oiunded out of his chest at the close proximity between him and his forbidden desire. His skin was set ablaze when the fox's hand came to rest back on his shoulder. The pants he was wearing were more than uncomfortable at this point. It wasn’t until a kiss landed on his lips that he opened his eyes for the first time. He had stopped reciting the sutras.

"It's over, you've lost"

There was a heavy silence in the room as San took in the sight in front of him. The beautiful brown eyes shined with mischief and desire. The makeup only added to its effect. The curling of the demon's plump lips into a seductive smirk had him wanting to wipe it off. His eyes trailed from the high ponytail all the way down the long strands. His hands ached to wrap themselves around the pullable hair.

The bright red robes the demon had on enticed him with their prudence. He wanted nothing more than to rip them off and touch the lithe body he knew was hiding underneath. The restraint he had until now vanished as he pulled the fox in for a hungry kiss. Their wet tongues danced a sensual tango, the sweet taste pulling a groan from San.

His hands rushed to rip off the heavy robes from the fox demon, leaving him bare. San let his hands trace over the smooth skin of his shoulders and down his chest. The fox's muscles twitched at the touch as he trailed lower towards his perked nipples. His fingers twirled light circles around the buds before pinching them harshly in a twisting roll.

A small gasp followed by a whine leaves the cute fox from the pain, causing San to twitch in his pants. He needed relief now. All the teasing from earlier left him impatient as he hurriedly pulls the minx onto his lap and over his buldge. He continues to trail kisses down the fox's neck, sucking and biting into the skin. The strong scent drove him insane, compelling his attack. The needy whines were music to his ears as he trailed his hands around to the fox's back towards his soft but firm ass.

San let's his fingers play in the fur at the base of the fox's nine tails before wrapping his hands hand around and giving it a soft tug. To his surprise, a needy gasp graced his ears, followed by small ruts onto his aching buldge. A small groan left him from the sudden movement. His hand couldn't move quickly enough to free himself from the constraint of his pants. The other found itself toying the fox demon's rim before slipping a finger inside the wet hole.

The wetness surprised him and spurred another twitch of his dick. He slips another finger in to slowly stretch the fox out, thrusting at a steady pace. The needy whines turned into small moans have him pulling back to take in the fox demon's beautiful features. His eyes were closed, and his head tilted back, lips parted. His neck was covered in bright red patches that wonderfully decorated his skin. His chest moved quickly with short breaths as he fucked himself back on San's fingers.

"Please, San, I need you inside me." The needy fox pleaded.

The demon opened his eyes, making eye contact with San to plead his case. San could only stare into the deep irises, seemingly compelled into a trance. A moment passes before the fox takes matters into his own hands, removing himself from the slick fingers and positioning himself over San's awaiting cock.

He coats his fingers in his juices before grasping San's hard on in his hand, giving him a few good strokes. San is pulled out of his daze with a groan leaving his lips. He could only watch as the fox demon lifted himself up and sank onto his aching shaft. The relief he had been waiting for knocked him back onto the mat.

The small fox took over, riding San with his hands pressedintohis chest for support. San loved the way the sharp claws dug into his skin. He loved even more the pleased expression that crossed the fox's face and the sounds that were leaving his plump lips. He let his hands trail up the fox's back and grip the long hair that was swaying behind him. His fingers couldn't resist the harsh rug they gave.

The demon's eyes opened once more and stared into San's at the action. His eyes seemed to almost glow as he held eye contact. San took this opportunity to use his other hand and guide his hips, meeting his bounces with deep thrusts of his own. He looks so good like this. The fucked out expression on the demon's face only spurred him to thrust faster. Sounds of moans and skin slapping filled the once quiet room

San makes a few more thrusts before moving to change their position. His hand never left its grip in the demon's long hair, opting to use it to maneuver him into an arched position. He takes his place behind the fox, teasing his rim slowly with the tip of his cock. The whines leaving the fox's lips bring a smirk to his face as he delights in the teasing. San's grip in his hair keeps the needy fox pinned to the mat despite the wiggling of his hips.

"Let's see if you can endure this." San echoes his words from earlier.

This pulled a deep groan from the fox as he realized his teasing had come back to bite him in the ass. He continues to whine for a bit, struggling beneath San's arm. San admired the tensing of the strong back muscles of the demon under his grip. His hips rolled into him again, pulling another plea from the needy fox.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. Please.. I need to feel you.. Please San-"

The begging is cut short by a long, drawn-out moan from the fox demon. San couldn't help but groan with him as he buried himself to the base inside his slick heat. He takes a moment to adjust before he starts to move his hips. His pace is slow at first until he finds a steady rhythm. The soft cheeks clapping back on him coaxed him to deliver a light slap to the soft skin.

San groaned at the feeling of the needy fox tightening around him, causing him to buck his hips faster. The moans grew louder as he pounded the fox into the mat. The teasing from earlier and the needy sounds of pleasure drove him to chase his own high. The wetness around him only aided in building his pleasure.

"Please, San," the fox pleaded again in an airy whine.

The hand in the fox's hair yanked harshly to pull him up until his ear was near San's lips. The fast bucking had slowed to a more sensual roll of San's hips. The lips at the demon's ear pulled it into a light suck, giving it a gentle tug with his teeth. The fox moaned at the feeling on his sensitive ear. San let's his ear go, staying near to whisper in it.

"Is this what you wanted, you sneaky little fox?"

"Yes.." the fox lets out in a blissful sigh.

"You just had to interrupt me while I was chanting, hm?"

San keeps grinding into the fox while making sure to give him long and deep strokes. He wraps his free hand around to grab the fox's neglected cock. The tip had become a leaky mess as precum dripped down onto the mat. He uses this to coat his hand before giving him a few strokes. San matched the strokes of his hips to the strokes of his hand. A deep groan leaves him when he could feel the fox's hole tighten around him as his cock twitched in his hand.

"Please.." The fox whines, grinding his hips to meet San's.

"Please, what?" San asked, keeping his torturous pace.

"Please let me cum.."

He looked back at San, trying to use his eyes to beg. His clawed hand reached back to pull San into a heated kiss. The kiss is interrupted by the yanking in his hair and the sudden snapping of San's hips. The moan catches itself in his throat as he watches San's concentrated gaze. The fast pace has both of them groaning with heavy breaths, the need to cum overtaking them.

San's fast pace and rampant stroking drove the fox demon mad with pleasure as pleas and airy moans left his lips haphazardly. The claws digging into the back of his neck and arm pushed him to thrust faster. The pleasure mixed with pain had him seeing stars. The fox's moans pulled moans out of him as he chased both of their highs. Sounds of slapping skin and wild moans bouncing off of the quiet walls.

One hard squeeze around the fox's swollen cock, combined with a few last powerful thrusts sends them both over the edge. San releases his potent up frustration inside the fox demon while cum shoots out from the fox's cock and onto San's fingers and the mat where he once was chanting. They both stayed there, chests heaving trying to catch their breaths.

"P'San?"

The sudden call of his name snaps San out of his daydream. His eyes open to find Wee staring in front of him with a smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He follows his eyes down to his prominent buldge. Fuck, not again... "It's over. You've lost." The words repeat in his head as he stares at the temping boy in front of him.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Reader, head resting on the bar, drunk and crying. "What the fuck? What the actual fuck?"

Husk: "What's your fucking deal?"

Reader, looking up at Husk with big watery eyes. "I was arguing with- with Alastor. And I- I- I said 'Oooo you wanna kiss me so bad!.' and- and-"

Wailing continues while Husk drops a bar rag on their head.

Husk: "So you made a fool out of yourself?"

Reader, looking up from under the towel: "And- And guess wh-what?!"

Tired Husk sighs and drinks from a bottle, "What?"

Reader: "He kissed me?! What the fuck do I do?!"

Husk chokes and sprays whiskey everywhere, sputtering and trying to recover from the unexpected news. Coughing joins Reader's wails.

[azure-firecracker]

I always say txf is the most fanfic-coded show I’ve ever seen.

But Demons is coded like a fanfic I would’ve written and I think they made it specifically for me.

[msrdisease]

demons

the fall of the house of usher, steven berkoff │ mama, my chemical romance │ family tree (intro), ethel cain │ i'm not a good person, pat the bunny

[meliodas-world]

Another panel is drawn and ready to be colored. I think I'm getting somewhat better at drawing them. I wanna be a mangka, and this is a good first step in learning, and besides, I love drawing 4kota, especially my boys' Lancelot and Percival. I hope you like it too.

[momentomori24]

I never thought I would ever say this about fucking Tower of all people in my over a decade of being a Sonic fan but OH MY GOD HE'S SOOOO FUCKING HOT NOW WHAT THE HELL 💀💀💀

[ratgill]

fuck it. fox mulder friday