#visage. ( a snake always bites back )

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Picrew here.

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Been struggling to write recently but did this rushed little Jeckole today just for fun, enjoy!

“Ow!” Nicole yelped, recoiling from Jecka’s mouth with a snarl. “Motherfucker!”

“What’s your problem now?” Jecka huffed, the loss of her hand warming Nicole’s waist a debatably worse pain, healed by Jecka harshly thumbing the bubblegum lipgloss Nicole spent the last few minutes reapplying with her tongue.

“I always have problems,” Nicole said, her wince at the tang of copper morphing into a glare at the spec of red staining Jecka’s visage, “but the biggest right now are your teeth boners.”

Disgust coloured Jecka best, tan skin and pink lips and golden eyes twisting into an award-winning abstract painting, burnished by the bristling of her fuzzy lion ears. Nicole reached to pet them, more to be an asshole than affectionate, and Jecka’s art became dangerously interactive, shoving Nicole’s shoulders with the force of the beast empowering her blood. An admirable attempt, but ultimately meaningless when Nicole was snug in her lap with no intention of straying, flexible legs locked around Jecka’s hips.

“Never fucking call them that again,” Jecka growled, settling for whacking Nicole’s arm with her tail.

Such things only encouraged her. “Well what else am I supposed to call them? Incisors uncircum—”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll do a lot more than bite you accidentally.”

Her tone was threatening enough that maybe Jecka even convinced herself for a second, but Nicole knew all of Jecka’s threats were half-assed. Her roars were loud but her results were quiet, and like clockwork the anger and adrenaline left her body with a heavy sigh.

“Not my fault my fangs are bigger than yours,” Jecka said, not really bragging so much stating the obvious.

And although Nicole wasn’t offended, she couldn’t resist pouncing on such easy prey. “Victim blaming and mocking my size?” Her tone showcased her wide smirk, playfully spiralling Jecka’s mane around her cat tail until the tip resembled a bumblebee. “As if people think I’m the abusive one.”

“Bitch, you’re abusive even to yourself.” Jecka frowned and pushed Nicole’s tail away but didn’t even bother when Nicole decided to be relentlessly annoying. Honestly, it was impressive how quickly Jecka got used to it. “With your weekly DIY snake bites I’m surprised you didn’t moan or some shit when I cut you.”

“It’s different when it’s self-inflicted.”

“How is—so you moan when you do it to yourself?”

“I’m sure you’d love to hear that.”

“You know what I’d really love to hear? You shutting the fuck up.”

Nicole poked Jecka’s cheek with her tail. “Make me, bitch.”

Those words marked an accurate premonition, the last syllable swallowed by the severity of Jecka’s mouth colliding with hers and the echo of their clacking fangs. The sweet smoke of Jecka’s earlier cigarette clung to the prickly tongue that scraped along Nicole’s injury, lapping the residual blood before diving deeper, and despite pushing back the hand tight at Nicole’s neck ensured Jecka would set the pace. 

That was fine. Jecka always put unnecessary effort into everything, whether with school or her appearance or fake morals, but Nicole was too lazy to put effort into anything so she was more than willing to appreciate Jecka’s effort here.

When Jecka seemed content that Nicole wouldn’t budge the hand at her neck raised to her head, brushing against one of Nicole’s large cat ears. It flicked involuntarily, instinct rather than irritation, remaining still with Jecka’s second attempt, nails gentle in her fur. Jecka’s other hand wasn’t so gentle, snaking under Nicole’s shirt and borderline breaking skin as she scratched down the ridges of Nicole’s spine, lower and lower until meeting the base of Nicole’s tail. Nicole’s breath released as a choked gasp, heart stuttering as Jecka rubbed familiar and addicting circles, each one arching her further into Jecka’s embrace. Her own claws found purchase wherever they could, tugging at Jecka’s boundless tresses and swallowing the ensuing hiss like she possessed even a fraction of the influence she did during their arguments.

That fraction formed as a low, continuous rumble mingling with their kiss. The gentle vibrations nestled like a blanket in Nicole’s ears, claws retracting as her muscles relaxed, body feeling even lighter than the highs she chased. It was comforting, undeniably so, but also hilarious the more she thought about it, too much for her not to pull away and tease Jecka for purring.

Until she realized it wasn’t Jecka.

[glorf1ndel]

For @thelordofgifs. Surprise! We were talking about Finrod, so this fic is dedicated to you. :D

Not Alone (~800 words, gen)

Finrod talks about snakes; Sauron, with the eyes of a snake, listens.

On Ao3 or below!

Finrod is not alone for long.

He sits in the darkness of his cell in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, trying to ignore the wounds on his body, the way his stomach rolls with hunger, and his almost unbearable thirst. Of course, ignoring these things does not work, but it is better than thinking of Beren, who is imprisoned elsewhere in these dungeons. Bëor’s descendant, Barahir’s son, whom Finrod was supposed to help – instead, they are both languishing in cells, waiting in vain for their suffering to end –

Then the door to Finrod’s cell opens, and all thoughts flee from his mind. It is Sauron; who else? Yet Finrod is not expecting him, for he has already been tortured once this day. The lord of the fortress, which Finrod helped build with his own hands long ago, looks triumphant.

“I’ve discovered your identity,” he says, voice swelling with pride. “You are Finrod Felagund, ruler of Nargothrond.”

“Congratulations.”

“That is all you have to say?”

Sauron’s eyes narrow to slits as they regard him. They look very much like a snake’s. Finrod looks up into those ophidian eyes, his mind working.

“I’ve always liked snakes,” he says, giving Sauron a light smile. “They’re my favorite animal. When I was a child, I would play with the garter snakes in my backyard. Sometimes they would bite me, and I would try not to cry. But for the most part, they would slither around my arms, then return to the grass. I think they got used to me, but I never forgot that they could bite at any time. Such are wild creatures. In the end, their natures are surprising, even incomprehensible to the Elven mind.”

“What’s your point?”

“When I grew older, I made the snake the symbol of my house. I didn’t want to forget that there are beings in the world that we will never truly understand, and yet we coexist with them in a sensitive balance.”

Sauron smirks and crosses his arms.

“I see. You’re saying that you and I will never understand each other, but we should try to get along.” He scoffs, but it sounds more like a hiss. “If you believe that, then you are a fool, and the people of Bëor call you “Nóm” for nothing.”

Arching a brow, Finrod surveys Sauron’s face carefully. On the surface, the Lord of Tol-in-Gaurhoth wears the visage of an elf, but there are cracks in that appearance. The snakelike eyes, for one. The raised, slightly furred ears of a wolf. Sauron’s sharp, vampiric teeth. His red hair that glows in the darkness, as though lit by an inner fire. The soft smile does not leave Finrod’s lips as he says,

“That is not what I mean at all. Perhaps, at another time or in another place, we could have gotten along. You were once a Maia of Aulë, were you not? I am a friend to the Dwarves, who are great smiths. Together, we could have appreciated their love for the craft, even worked alongside them,” he murmurs, gaze drifting away from Sauron for just a moment.

Sauron snaps his fingers in front of Finrod’s face. The Elf looks back at him, very slowly.

“But I digress. What I am saying is this. I have met many an Ainu, enough to understand them. They may be unlike Elves, but they value similar things. Family and friendship. Love. Power. Knowledge about the mysteries of the universe. I am sure that some of these things are important to you.

“Yet something about you is different: your appearance. You can be an Elf, a vampire, a wolf, even a snake – but you do not take these forms because they are a natural part of you. You take them to deceive, to exact cruelty on others simply because you can. And that does not fit into the order of things.

“I understand you, Sauron,” Finrod says serenely, though the look in his eyes is ferocious. “You are evil. The world will not rest until it destroys you.”

Something in Sauron’s eyes shifts. Call it a trick of the dim light, but Finrod thinks he can see the dark, large-pupiled eyes of an ordinary Ainu, if only for a moment. Then the snakelike gaze is back, but the Lord of Tol-in-Gaurhoth is turning on his heel to leave Finrod’s cell.

“Then let the world try,” he snarls, and slams the door behind him.

Finrod sighs in relief. He thought he would die, this time. Thank Eru that Sauron has left, for arguing with him is exhausting. At last, Finrod is alone. Or so he thinks, for in the corner of his vision, he sees something slither out of the corner of his cell. Not alone, he thinks, and smiles.

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Right Here In Hell At The Happy Hotel [Open Starters]

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Muse Tags

Bullet Points are Muse-Specific Art Tags

Say My Name And His In The Same Breath I Dare You To Say They Taste The Same {Abel} - Standard AU Abel

Dance Dance We're Fallin' Apart To Half-Time // Abel // Visage

Don't Touch That Dial! {Alastor} - Standard AU Alastor

This Face Was Made For Radio // Alastor // Visage

Frigid Royal Bitch {Andrealphus} - Standard AU Andrealphus

You're As Cold As Ice // Andrealphus // Visage

Bang Bang Bang Is The Only Shot For Me {Arackniss} - Standard AU Arackniss

Killer In The Mirror // Arackniss // Visage

In Desire We Trust {Asmodeus} - Standard AU Asmodeus

Make Sure The Subject Is Gettin' It On // Ozzie // Visage

Not Your Barbie Girl {Barbie Wire} - Standard AU Barbie

Bitch I Am One Throw A Tantrum // Barbie // Visage

You've Got Me In Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea {Baxter} - Standard AU Baxter

We're Making Weird Science // Baxter // Visage

I Feel The Lavender Haze Creepin' Up On Me {Belphegor} - Standard AU Belphegor

Rather Sleep Than Stay Awake // Belphegor // Visage

I Am A Snake Head Eating The Head On The Opposite Side {Boris} - Standard AU Boris

Frame My Picture In Your Brain // Boris // Visage

Always Chasing Rainbows {Charlie} - Standard AU Charlie Morningstar

The Devil's Princessa // Charlie // Visage

Short Fuse {Cherri} - Standard AU Cherri Bomb

Hello World I'm Your Wild Girl // Cherri // Visage

Flying Purple Paperweight {Collin} - Standard AU Collin

Who Wants A Lamby Lamby Lamby // Collin // Visage

Sweet Beautiful Soul Saving Joy {Emily} - Standard AU Emily

Dance Along The Light Of Day // Emily // Visage

Money Can't Buy Happiness But Guaranteed I'm Worth The Price {Glam} - Standard AU Glam

Special Occasion Splurge On The Urge // Glam // Visage

Royal Flush {Husk} - Standard AU Husk

You're All Scotch No Soda // Husk // Visage

It's Too Fun Being Two Faced Isn't It? {Leviathan / Behemoth} - Standard AU Levy and Mimi

We'll Split You Down The Middle; This Will Only Hurt A Bit // Leviathan / Behemoth // Visage

Your Bite's Worse Than Your Bark {Loona} - Standard AU Loona

Running With The Wolves // Loona // Visage

Seven-Ring Circusmaster {Lucifer} - Standard AU Lucifer Morningstar

Where The Runaways Are Running The Night // Lucifer // Visage

Modern Major Murderer {Lute} - Standard AU Lute

Down Under We Don't Take No Prisoners // Lute // Visage

M A M A B O Y {Moxxie} - Standard AU Moxxie

Lovely Little Monster // Moxxie // Visage

Run Little Girl Run Little Girl Bang {Mrs. Mayberry} - Standard AU Mrs. Mayberry

My Baby's Got A Gun I Better Run // Mrs. Mayberry // Visage

Baby You've Got The Keys Now Shut Up And Drive {Travis} - Standard AU Travis

It's Calm In My Head As A High Speed Chase // Travis // Visage

Just Like Fire Burning Up The Way {Vassago} - Standard AU Vassago

Bamboleio Bamboleia // Vassago // Visage

Radio Killer {Vox} - Standard AU Vox

Now You're Playing With Power // Vox // Visage

Amber Is The Color Of Your Energy {Yogirt} - Standard AU Yogirt

The More I See The Less I Know The More I Like To Let It Go // Yogirt // Visage

Along Comes A Spider {Zestial} - Standard AU Zestial

The Potion Is A Poison // Zestial // Visage

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Canon Character Tags

Pinned Down Without A Crown [Vaggie]

Wrap Me In Plastic and Make Me Shine [Angel Dust]

Oh That Cement Is Just It's There For The Weight Dear [Henroin]

Blood Still Stains When The Sheets Are Washed [Niffty]

Snakebite Drags You Under [Sir Pentious]

Dancing On A Razor's Edge [Carmilla]

The Bestest Jester [Fizzarolli]

Christ On A Stick [Blitzø]

Of All The Imps In Hell It's For Her That I Fell [Millie]

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire [Sallie Mae]

Fins To The Left Fins To The Right And You're The Only Bait In Town [Chaz]

Don't Mess With Me I'll Shoot Ya Down [Crimson]

Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love [Mama] - Tag for Moxxie's mother

Come Come Kitty Kitty [Emberlynn]

Money Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Rent You Paradise [Glitz]

Catch Some Waves While Catchin' Some D [Verosika]

Burn It To The Wick [Vortex]

He's An Outlaw Loose And Runnin' Came The Whisper From Each Lip and He's Here To Do Some Business with the Big Iron On His Hip [Striker]

Stupid Slutty Moth Pimp [Val]

Why Am I In Your Mass Text? [Velvette]

I Wanna Be Your Doll I Wanna Be Sweet [Kitty]

You Gotta Feel It It's Electric [Papermint]

This Ain't Build-A-Bitch I've Got Flaws And Attitude [Melissa]

You Could Be The King But Watch The Queen Conquer [Zeezi]

Don't Bring Around A Cloud To Rain On My Parade! [Rosie]

When You're Good To Mama Mama's Good To You [Mimzy]

She Is Cunning And Clever As Hell And She'll Eat You Alive [Martha]

You Can Be So Cruel And That's All You've Ever Done [Stella]

Look How They Shine For You [Stolas]

As The Stars Start To Align I Hope You Take It As A Sign [Octavia]

Everything Everything Everything You Touch Turns To Gold [Paimon]

Got A Touch Like A Thorn 'Cause The Girl She's Hiding Horns [Lilith]

Mess With The Horns And You Get The Devil [Satan]

Bring Your Own Fork Girl You Know I Don't Provide It [Bee-lzebub]

CENT-ipede [Mammon]

I'll Climb To The Top of Mount Rock and Be Part of That Heavenly Scene [Adam]

Honey You're Familiar Like My Mirror Years Ago [Eve]

Que Sera Seraphim [Sera]

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I'm Headed Straight For The Castle They're Gonna Make Me Their Queen [Stella - villanesstm]

Feel Like A Hot Pink Bitch Named Breakfast [Emberlynn - infernal feminae]

The HBIC The Hottest Dog Fresh Off The Grill [Bee-lzebub - queenbeeibee]

See The World Through Whiskey Glasses [Striker - heedingcalls]

The Threat Is Real When His Sight Goes Red Again [Satan - justiceiswrath]

Does It Get Your Blood Boiling [Satan - dracoiaboli]

I've Got The Head Head Bitch In My Hot Pink Whip [Verosika - stillfamous]

I Bloom Just For You [Stolas - botanikos]

Blood On Her Knees Bloody History [Vaggie - hisslord]

In The Twilight Glow I See Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain [René] - Posts with @adeerandhisshadow's René

On The TV Yeah You'll See I'll Show You I'll Own You ((Bluescreen-Verse)) - AU involving Vox and René

Puttin' On The Ritz [Leslie] - Posts with @ritzy-cervidae's Leslie

In The Dark Of The Night [Duedephelon] - Posts with @keeperofquestions's Duedephelon

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Froggy Little Flips {Fizz x Ozzie} - @e-m-p-error's Fizz and my Ozzie

Circuit Breaker {Vox x Val} - @e-m-p-error's Valentino and my Vox

Offer Me All The Stars Above Me {Lucifer x Paimon} @e-m-p-error's Paimon and my Lucifer

In Your Holy Water That Burns My Bastard Mind {Lucifer x Adam} - @e-m-p-error's Adam and my Lucifer

Come Gimme Some Of That Yum Like A Lollipop {Loona x Bee} - @e-m-p-error's Bee and my Loona

You The Main Attraction Lights Camera Action {Travis x Angel} - @e-m-p-error's Angel Dust and my Travis

A Million Feathers Falling Down A Million Stars That Touch The Ground {Andre x Stolas} - @stolsas's Stolas and my Andrealphus

You'll See Me On The Blue Screen {René x Vox} - @adeerandhisshadow's René and my Vox

Thinkin' Of You 'Cuz You're My Bugaboo {Travis x Emberlynn} - @infernal-feminae's Emberlynn and my Travis

Break Me Break Me Out Of Myself {Stolas x Andrealphus} - @botanikos's Stolas and my Andrealphus

Need You To Know I Love You More Than Anything {Vaggie x Charlie} - @hisslord's Vaggie and my Charlie

You Glide Through My Head Blind To Fear {Yogirt x Satan} - [Pending?]

Does She Know That Her Destiny Lies With Me {Charlie x Vaggie} - [Pending]

Black And White Come Out Alright In Technicolour {Alastor x Vox} - [Pending]

The Red Means I Love You {Martha x Mrs. Mayberry} - [Pending]

And If You Leave Me Rest Assured It Would Kill Me {Adam x Lute} - [Pending]

Power And Control I'm Gonna Make You Fall {Andrealphus x Striker} - [Pending]

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Little Moth Please Take Your Time [Chaggie]

StaticMoth [VoxVal]

I've Got You Under My Skin [RadioApple]

Signal Interference [VoxAl]

This Girl Has Stolen My Heart With Her Broken Halo [GuitarSpear]

Poison Tipped Daggers [Zestilla]

Original Sinners [LiliFer]

Your Love Is Better Than Cocaine [AngelTrav]

The Fallen Star and The Leading Man [LuciAdam]

You Look Like Gold To Me [PaiCifer]

I've Got It Bad Again That O-B-S-E-S-S-I-O-N [Tramberlynn]

Crooked Hearts [Fizzmodeus]

HoneyMoon [LoonaBee]

In A Champagne Supernova In The Sky [Stolitz]

SnowyOwl [Andrealphus/Stolas]

All I Want All I Want All I Want Is Everything [Mammon x Stella]

Just A Hunk A Hunk of Burning Love [Hellthcare]

A Kiss With A Fist Is Better Than None [MarthaBerry]

Squealer Squealer Squeal Out You're So Disgusting [RodeoFrost]

Dog Collar Around Your Neck On Your Knees And Swab The Deck [Stella x Striker]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

[peachmuses]

@fighterbound asked: he sits across from karin, doesn't even bother to ask if the seat is open. takes it and leans back as he looks her over. "you're no longer working for orochimaru." it's said with all the finality of a fact, but it's really a question. which is seen in the ways his brows are furrowed and his eyes narrowed. ( from sasuke! )

she felt him before she saw him. ( she knows him / his chakra / the warmth he emits. ) she had been comfortable, sitting at the small little restaurant with her food when she felt him enter. she did not go to bother him - which really, she thinks she should get points on. the karin of the old would've. chopsticks break egg as he sits and she stirs it into her rice. ( it's' a cheap meal, but she likes it. ) she scoffs at sasuke. " of course not, " what does he take her for a fool ? orochimaru can no protect her in ways that she is unable to protect herself. survival has always been at the forefront of her mind. ( whatever she has to do to survive. she will do. ) " i'm perfectly capable of protecting myself nowadays. i don't need that slimy snake bastard to do it for me any more. 'sides, i've got some big plans in the work. " ( going to a destroyed homeland. finding other family. restarting uzushiogakure. ) taking a bite of her rice, judgmental reds surf over his visage. swallowing, she leans back. " didn't figure you'd hunt me down though. what can i do for you ? "

[nomdepen]

"That's what I've always said!" Pen exclaimed, a visage of childish delight crossing her face. "I've always likened her to a gorgon. Though, Medusa might be giving her far too much credit."

Medusa was fierce because she had to be, while Cressida exerted such rancor merely because she could. A snake may be venomous, but only it can choose when to bite. Penelope knew what it was like to have a family that didn't respect you, that barely saw you as human, but it didn't excuse the way Cressida behaved.

"You're very kind to say such a thing, but I'm afraid some people would disagree." Pen muttered as she turned her gaze downward. Penelope and Eloise had gotten into spats before, as all good friends did, but it was never like this. Usually, their arguments were over trivial matters like literary characters they thought the author should kill off or opinions on a woman's duty in society. Such quarrels never lasted more than a sennight and they always made up in the end. But she had never seen Eloise so upset.

Her eyes had burned with such distain that it hurt to remember that night in her bedroom. Pen had wanted to tell Eloise the truth, she'd wanted more than anything to have someone to confide in. It would've lessened the burden, surely, but it would've also given them a common purpose. The two of them could've had the power to change the world if they worked together. With Lady Whistledown's authority and Eloise's progressive thoughts, the two girls could make the change that London society needed. But Penelope' had been a coward and it had all blown up in her face's cowardice had been her own undoing. Eloise had always been her other half, and without her, Pen felt like she was lost at sea.

"Thank you." Releasing a sigh of relief, she nodded. Knowing she could trust Benjamin was comforting, especially in a world where trustworthy people were hard to come by. "My sisters can be exceptionally sadistic when it comes to vengeance. We get it from our mother, I suppose. Especially Prudence. She once locked me in the pantry for over an hour after I ate the last cucumber sandwich. She sat outside the door the entire time, listening to me cry and relishing in her victory."

The memory was anything but pleasant. As children, all of the Featherington girls were menaces, each in their own way. Philippa had mastered the art of puppy dog eyes. All she had to do was look up at their Papa with those big, sad eyes and he'd give in to her pleas. Prudence had always been on the pettier side. As the youngest, Penelope had learned to adapt.

Her eyes followed his gesture and Pen's eyes glittered with hope. It looked so normal, so unassuming to any normal citizen, but to Penelope Featherington, such a location was a beacon. Within the building, there would be books. Dozens, if not hundreds to choose from, all waiting for her fingers to graze their spines. She could hardly contain the excitement buzzing through her veins.

"Are you sure? Because I may take you up on that offer. Then you'll have to take me with you when you come back." A playful grin adorned her features as she matched his stride. "But, Weathersby," Pen hesitated. "He won't be upset by my being here, will he? I don't want my presence to make things complicated for you. Especially in such a magical place."

"Oh, assuredly," Benjamin agreed, grinning. "The Cowper girl is apparently not-so-distant cousins with Medusa...but you didn't hear that from me." Drawing a finger over his lips, he gave an overdramatic raise of his brows before lowering his arm again, his hand once more finding hers as her palm settled within the crook of his elbow.

Stop apologizing?

"Oh...I'm sorry. For being sorry," Benjamin amended, flashing a sheepish smile. "For what it's worth, I can't imagine you ever being a terrible friend. You are loyal and kind, which puts you bounds and leaps above all the rest."

He wasn't sure about the history there -- naturally, dwelling beneath the Bridgerton's roof for hours a day made him privy to certain secrets that were mostly whispered about within the ton, and the sudden split between Penelope and Eloise was one of said topics. He would never pry -- it wasn't his place -- and yet, admittedly, the cleaving of their friendship did shock him since they'd seemed so perfectly suited.

Penelope moved in closer still, much like a boat mooring along the docks, and whether or not it was intentional, Benjamin found himself drawing nearer as well, mindful of her every fluttery breath and the sunbeams warming her pinkening cheeks. He appraised her with a soft smile. She really was quite pretty -- he didn't understand the cruel words constantly hurled in her trajectory, nor why the men of Mayfair wouldn't wish to lay claim to her hand.

"Pen," Benjamin echoed, his voice perhaps far too soft for such a mundane observation. Penelope's sudden flustered plea knocked him out of his stupor, and laughing, he caught hold of her tugging hand, gently squeezing it as he reassured, "I was a sibling once too, if you'll recall. I know all too well the tortures that can be had, should they choose to enact vengeance." He raised his free hand as if swearing an oath. "You have my solemn vow to remain quiet from here until the rest of my God-given days."

With more proper instruction given, Benjamin hummed and nodded his assent. "Not Penny -- got it," he affirmed. "I don't think that would suit you anyway...you have a strength that 'Penny' lacks. I hate to be part of the crowd, but your friends seem to have it right with Pen."

Looking back towards the neighboring street, he brightened and extended his arm. "There!" he exclaimed. "We've finally made it. You're free to borrow as many books under my name as you'd like, because they're used to my constant check-ins and check-outs -- when I say I'll return something, they know I'm good for it."

A certain giddiness rushed over him then, warm and vibrant as he led Penelope across the street. "This is owned by Weathersby," he cautioned, "but I know for a fact he won't be in today. The man is rarely here, in fact -- which is perhaps why I enjoy it so much."

[toxxicwrites]

Part 1: A Storms Rage (hp fanfic)

warning: depictions of abuse, religious trauma, and orphans of course

Chapter 1...

Clouds curl in the moonlit sky like the twisted fists of Zeus’s rage, roaring through the thunder and drowning the cobbled streets in an unrelenting downpour. A cloaked figure makes their way through the storming village, cloak gripped heavily in pale hands against the biting wind, cradling a bundled babe underneath. The wind whipped back the hood, revealing a young man, aged by the grief etched in his pale visage, inky shoulder-length black hair framing his long features. Thoroughly stoked, he arrives at a doorstep, gently pulling back his robes. He holds the cradled babe, observing it's sleeping figure, small fingers curling up in the wraps of the blanket. Slowly lowering his arms, he gently places the babe on the doorstep, eyes holding an everpresent pity. He walks to the street, a flickering streetlight illuminating the dark shadows he holds. He raises his wand the door knocks. He stops, pulling up the cloak, and without another glance back, he vanishes. 

        A moment goes by and the door swings open, a young nun reveals her face, eyes scanning the empty street, before resting on the babe. She gasps, reaching for the child, huddling it beside her shoulder. She looks around once more before shutting the door. Across the door faded words are painted, barely reading as; ‘Saint’s Orphanage for Girls.’ 

Present Day...

        The headmistress’s skin sagged with her constant frown, age slowed her down yet her cane always struck true. The headmistress’s attire consisted of the same long robes her nuns wore, yet her’s shown a darkened royal blue, theirs a shade of noir. She hunched over like a crow, watching the girl’s movements as they sat at their desks, diligently reading their passages. The class was filled with young girls no older than nine, all adorning a similar uniform of a plain button-up and long skirt, and hair tied back into a singular braid. Uniformed and ordered they sat entirely still, besides one girl strand of light brown hair dancing across her vision as her leg bounced. 

        Snap! The cane met the girl’s hand and she gasped, gripping it tightly against her chest as she softly whimpered. The rest of the class flinched, before briefly recovering and returning to their diligent readings, all but one. Dark brown eyes stared into the headmistress’s steely grey ones, not breaking her gaze. The headmistress stalked over, gripping the cane tightly she flexed her knobby knuckles. The brown-eyed girl’s gaze fell, red locks falling over her face, resigning to the words once again. 

        The red-headed girl was kneeling beside the trunk of an old tree, a disgruntled look upon her youthful visage. She focused on the small garden snake that slithered between the dewy grass blades. Her hand reached out steadily, and she grazed her fingers across the scaled skin, careful not to scare the animal. 

        She pulled out a small notepad onto the ground, quickly jotting a few notes. Snake in the garden, green scales… she looked down noticing a stub where its length should have continued… stubbed end. Flipping through the pages revealed black ink covering every inch, filled with small notes. The names of peers and small details, such as the hairy mole on Nun Julie’s neck. A collection of memories she kept hidden to herself, afraid she would forget as she often did, pleasant memories slipping to ones she did not know. The most recent one, she recalled, passing the pages between her hand and reading… an old man, light eyes and a long white beard, dressed in a nightgown? She closed her eyes recalling the memory as the words brought its essence back. 

        The old man stepped through the bleary orphanage, wooden planks creaking underneath his soft step. She watched as he approached, no- not her, they watched. The man’s eyes twinkled and he spoke. 

        “Tom?” 

        The clanging of bells dragged the girl to reality. The end of break. Hurriedly she shoved the notebook into a hidden pocket of her skirt, brushing them off as she stood up. They all stood in line, facing the nuns as they walked down, listing the roll call. The redhead’s hands were entwined behind her back, drawing small circles into her palm. Curiously all the girls stood a step away from her, a small, yet deliberate isolation, the nuns noticed and did not care. The girl was unnatural they thought, from her nightly terrors to strange happenings, they whispered she held the mark of satan, and how they punished her so. 

        The night was per usual sleepless for the young girl. She sat atop her bed, hugging her knee’s together whispering to herself softly. She rocked as she mumbled, fingers dancing across her legs. When her eyes started to fall they would find her pale flesh, pinching hard and adding to the red marks that littered her legs. Sleep would bring her dreams and with them the devil. 

        “Please,” She whispered, eyes focused on a wooden cross that hung upon the paint-chipped wall, Jesus’s crucified figure laying in agony, “Please let me sleep tonight, and let my dreams be free of all that is evil.” 

        Some nights it worked, tonight it did not. 

        “Please,” She whispered, eyes alight with the same prayer, “Don’t make me go in there.” It had happened again in the night, her roommates awaken by her terrorized screams rushed to the nuns, and they came forth, lock and book in hand. The nun ignored the girl, eyes fixed on the stone steps she led her down. They stopped in front of the wooden cellar door. The girl’s quiet sobs continued. The redhead reached for the nun’s arm, a small hand wrapping around her black coat of holiness. 

        “Please-” 

        Slap! The girl’s hand fell back from the older woman's arm, and she hissed. 

        “Do not touch me.” The nun upturned her nose as if the girl's touch would infect her with its perceived filth, “Your touch is filled with him.” The girl silenced at that, cradling her now reddened hand with the other. The nun handed her the book and opened the door. With her bible in hand, the girl shivered; the dark room stared back at her, with cold concrete floors and the slight chitter of rats scuffling about. 

        “Go.” She stepped in, and the door slammed behind her. A click, and she was left in the darkness. The girl rubbed the tears from her eyes, falling to her knees; she began to pray. 

[wyrdify]

tag dump

[sandorcentral]

Welcome Home (Sandor x Reader, NSFW)

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x F!Reader

Summary:  It was requested I write a fic in an AU where Sandor survives Season 8 and is married to Sansa's seamstress, in which Sandor is reunited with his wife and things get..spicey. 

Wordcount:  2435

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: canon divergence, swearing, explicit language, Sandor being mildly sexually aggressive, Sandor fucking BITES and I do not take criticism on this, me not writing dialogue for Sandor very well, size kink, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex. 

A/N:  I suck at writing for Sandor but this is only my first attempt.  Be kind, and comment if you feel so inclined. (:

Also I'll be reblogging this later with the AO3 link.

You'd tossed and turned all night.   Every night without Sandor by your side was fitful.  A generous quantity of wine before bed helped, just not enough. You had spent so many years comforted by your husband's warmth and sheer size that it just didn't feel right trying to find slumber without Sandor's arms wrapped around you, his warm breath and soft snores in your ear.  The burly mastiff that the Clegane house had provided as a wedding gift those years ago huffed and curled up behind your knees, attempting to provide you with the company you were so sorely lacking.  The pressure of the massive dog leaning into you was all that encouraged you to somnolence, as you imagined a much more substantial hound was providing you the warmth needed for rest.

***

The sharp clank of your door's lock shifting roused you instantly.  The mastiff sprang to its paws and a growl rose from deep in its chest, but a heavy gauntleted hand patted the creature's head and calmed it instantly.  "All right, you bloody mutt.  That's a good dog."  

It felt like a dream, hearing that deep rasp.  It had been a dream on so many occasions since Sandor left to accompany Queen Sansa on her visit to consult Bran in the Crownlands.  You'd slept so little the entire time he had been absent that it felt like a vision, suddenly seeing your husband's towering visage before you. 

After shoeing your mastiff into the hall, Sandor sat down heavily before you on the bed, and discarded his gauntlets upon the floor.  The moment you sat up he captured your face in large, calloused hands and kissed you with a ferocity that took your breath away.  His kisses could be harsh but his lips were soft, save for the fur around his mouth that tickled you.  For a lingering moment you wondered if this perfect moment was indeed just another dream.

With a low rumble under his breath Sandor pulled away, planting the softest kiss upon your forehead, before wrapping huge arms around you and folding you against his chest.  If there were seven heavens then this was indubitably one of them, surrounded by your husband's warmth, the light musk of his skin, and his fingers absent-mindedly stroking your bed-befuddled hair.  

  

"I was wondering if you were ever coming back," you jested quietly, turning your face up to meet Sandor's gaze.  Your chiding words were immediately punished by sharp teeth nipping at your lips, followed by a tender kiss where he'd now left a light red mark.  You clutched his thickly furred jaw in both hands, thumbs occasionally ghosting over his cheekbones, almost trying to convince yourself he was real.  

Sandor leaned back, suddenly looking lost.  He got like this sometimes, especially following any significant absence of you.  Originally you only saw this reaction out of him when you'd stroke or kiss the marred half of his face; you'd always loved pressing your lips to that downward-drooping brow.  It had bewildered Sandor for the longest, the fact that not only did you have no qualms about looking at him, you had no apprehensions about touching his melted skin.  An almost tranced expression overcame his face, his thumb stroking your cheek absent-mindedly as you moved closer to him.  

"I missed you," Sandor rumbled hoarsely, his wolfish gaze of his good eye dropping to your lips.  

"And I love you."

"Mm. Daft as always," Sandor grunted, with his tiny quirk of a smile, before kissing you once more with fervor.    

"I was going to offer you wine but you already taste like it," you chuckled against his mouth.  You had long since begun to associate the deep sugary flavor of red wine with Sandor's coarsely furred lips, and you were perfectly fine with that.  

"What the fuck else am I supposed to do on that ride back?  Besides.  The Broken King can afford Dornish red." 

"Don't call him that."  You gave Sandor the same puppy eyes you did when he casually insulted any of your acquaintances in the Stark family.  

Sandor snorted and suddenly you were being pushed back onto the bed.  "Quit your talking," he rasped.  "We've got lost time to make up for."   

You weren't about to argue with the huge man as his lips found your neck and he deftly undid the lacing of your dress until it loosened from your shoulders, revealing your chest and stomach to him.  Looking you up and down, Sandor absent-mindedly drew his lower lip between his teeth.  He looked hungry, not unlike the way he appeared when he was itching for a fight to start.  

More lacings came undone and more harsh kisses and bites ensued.  Sandor worked his way down your body, nipping at your collarbone then showing delicacy to your nipples - swirling his tongue around them until you shivered and tightened your fingers' grip in his hair.  You loved the fact that his hands were more than large enough to entirely encompass each of your breasts in his palms, and that his mouth was deft in his exploration of your body. 

It was not long before Sandor was wriggling your dress over your hips and discarding it upon the floor, before taking a moment to admire the form of his wife, drinking in your visage.  He had this way of smiling at you that didn't quite reach his mouth but the crinkles around his eyes betrayed that he was pleased.  He ran one large, rough hand down your side and over the sharp curve of your hip, before taking your knee and spreading you open before him.  

He kissed your inner thighs delicately, starting near your knees and moving closer and closer to your core.  His beard tickled you here and there but that was soon forgotten when his warm mouth reached your nub, his large tongue languidly lapping up and down your folds.  One calloused hand gripped the junction where your thigh met your hip, while the other tentatively stroked your entrance, gauging how ready you were.  

"Sandor, please," you breathed, and that was all he needed.  Two long, thick fingers slid into you, before curving upward in a come-hither motion, stroking the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back immediately.  His talented tongue swirling around your nub had you shuddering uncontrollably and tightening around his fingers, making Sandor sigh against you in satisfaction - a low noise that reverberated through your core and had your thighs quivering on either side of his head.  

Your fingers twisted in his hair, attempting to gather long locks away from his face the way he would for you when your mouth was full of his cock.  Gasps and mutters of his name fell from your lips as you felt shocks snaking up through your body.  His fingers quickened their pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, as he suckled at your nub like his life depended on it.  

For a moment you looked down at the tantalizing man between your legs, overcome with the fact that it was him you had managed to marry and that was pleasuring you, the Hound, that was exploring you so intimately.  Years of being together had never dulled this exhilaration; had never lessened the inherent excitement of being ravished by this notoriously huge, powerful man.  For a moment his "good" eye met your gaze; the other eye was too weighed down by his maimed, melted brow to see you at such an angle. 

"Sandor, I'm -"  Your voice cut off suddenly, unable to process the amount of sensation coursing through you. 

In response he slipped a third finger into you, at which point you were certain he was not simply enjoying playing with you, he was getting you ready.  "Go ahead."  His rasping voice rumbling against you, and the sudden crook of his fingers inside you against that special spot was all you needed.  You tightened your grip in Sandor's hair and cried out as stars burst behind your eyelids, your back arching up off the bed.  

A fewmioments and Sandor sat up as you lay quivering and spent, wiping your moisture from his lips and beard.  His eyes were dark with lust, and he was breathing nearly as hard as you were.  

As you slowly came down from the high that his ministrations provided, you had the pleasure of watching Sandor stand and shed his layers.  He was quite adept at undoing his own armor, the result of having never accepted a squire, swiftly leaving him in the loose small-clothes that were your honor to remove.  You sat up, still remarkably shaky in the legs, and took the hem of his tunic in your hands.  You laid a kiss upon each section of your husband's flesh that you revealed, savoring the soft tickle of the dark hair that covered the expanse of his broad chest and abdomen.  

Tunic removed, you graduated down to the buttons of his trousers, teasingly avoiding the swelling you encountered.  Your husband's arousal was no small thing to avoid - to your original intrigue and dismay, you had discovered Sandor was exactly as well-endowed as one would assume a man of his stature might be. You kissed the deep brown fur from his collarbone to his navel, while your hands worked on freeing him from the confines of his trousers.  

Cloth slipped over his hips and Sandor sighed in relief, his stiffened length no longer uncomfortably restrained.  You began laying adoring kisses on your husband's stomach, following the thick trail of brown curls from his navel to his root.  A low rumble worked its way out of the huge man as you placed more kisses on either side of his cock, his warm shaft just barely grazing your cheek.  

"Enough," Sandor growled, taking a handful of your hair, and once again you found yourself being gripped by the shoulder and pushed back onto the bed, though with more fervor this time.  He crawled onto the bed after you, a hungry, predatory gleam in his eyes as he moved atop you.  

Sandor clutched your face in both large hands, resting his forehead against yours.  His breath was hot on your face and his  warm member slid back and forth over your entrance, his leaking length heavy and rubbing against your nub.  You squirmed a little in anticipation beneath Sandor as his tip sought your entrance.

Sandor's lips found yours again before he leaned into you, the weight of his body driving his cock home.  You gasped sharply, all of you tensing as he filled you suddenly and nearly to the hilt, your fingers tangling frantically in your husband's llong hair. You couldn't blame him - he was desperate, he needed to be one with his wife after all this time, but that didn't change the fact that in his urgency Sandor was forgetting you might need some extra time to adjust to him after all these moons of his absence.  

Sandor drew back, his lips exploring from your jaw to your ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you yelped as he bottomed out in you with the next thrust; he still wasn't even buried to the hilt.  With a few insistent strokes the burn of him stretching you began to fade, or it became easier to ignore when Sandor filling you to the brim was sending shocks resonating through your core.  

If you really needed convincing to ignore the short-lived pain of his entrance, Sandor sank his teeth into the side of your neck, distracting you with a sensation he knew you responded well to.  The bite was sharp but sent a delicious, dull ache resonating through you as he held on, like a dog mounting its bitch.  You were fully aware that this would be a blue or purple bruise tomorrow, the way his teeth were baring into you, but you didn't care.  In fact the prospect excited you particularly.  Few things satisfied you as much as visible reminders that you belonged to the Hound - it was your honor to wear the marks of the Clegane dog claiming you, branded in your own misplaced blood.  Perhaps one day that honor would be worn as a swollen belly full of Sandor's pups.  

You wrapped your legs snugly around his midsection, allowing a less overwhelming angle as his pace began to pick up rapidly.  What had been relatively methodical strokes were now frantic and restless, eliciting gasps and shrill moans from you every time Sandor's cock came up against that wall deep inside you, sending tendrils of sharp pleasure up through you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head and the rest of the world began to drop away, nothing existing in that moment but your union with Sandor; the musk of his skin surrounding you, the tickle of his dark helical strands falling around your face, the breath-taking sensation of him filling you relentlessly.  He was absolutely intoxicating.  

The force of his rutting eventually sent you over the edge again, and you cried out frantically enough that you stuffed your own fist into your mouth with celerity.  Sandor immediately grasped your wrist, holding your hand captive above your head.  "No," he snarled, gripping the hair of the back of your head, "let them hear what I'm doing to you."  Undoubtedly referring to adjacent rooms in the castle.  You whimpered against Sandor's furred lips, unable to control your body tightening around him convulsively, drawing from him his own climax.  Sandor took your throat between his teeth with a low snarl as he suddenly spilled into you, his warm seed filling you to the point of overflowing.  

You kept your legs tightened around your husband's waist as he loosened his teeth on your flesh and rested his damp forehead against the swoop of your shoulder. You were unwilling to experience the absence of him within your body just yet.  Sandor's cock still pulsed and twitched, his breath ragged on your neck, as your insides milked the last few drops out of him. 

A small whine escaped you as Sandor withdrew slowly, settling beside you on the bed and collecting you to his chest.  You nuzzled against the soft curls of his collarbone and gently entwined your legs with his.  "I love you," Sandor rumbled sleepily, resting his chin atop your head.  

"Welcome home, love."  You laid a languid series of tender kisses beneath his jaw, though Sandor was already snoring softly, arms still clasped solidly around you.  You smiled against his chest, and it wasn't long until you fell into the only peaceful sleep you'd found in fortnights.  

[selfmenticide]

he couldn't feel threatened , no . that's exactly what HE wanted . he wanted to watch the pressure get to be too much , the suffering become overwhelming to the point of consumption . dark had made it this far with one of these slimy rodents crawling along his back , he could handle dealing with one especially if only momentary . it's jaw clenches as the serpent speaks , shaking his head in immense disagreement as the ties that kept the dokkaebi functional and humane began snapping string by string . dark prided himself on being patient ( or as patient as one could be in this situation ) , but this viper would certainly shatter that pride if this conversation kept up . the saccharine tone does nothing to paint the other in a light other than crimson . a color that matches the wine he drank , the robe he wore , the BLOOD he SPILLED . there was no tone nor words that could scrub that hue from the serpent's skin .

the question doesn't even register , whether because dark truly does not hear it over the faux blood pumping in this lame corpse's body or because he chooses not to listen is up for debate . when mark steps forward , the dokkaebi does so as well , showing that despite the fear nipping at his neck that he would overcome the picture that had been painted of him . " you know NOTHING of me . you know the innocent blood you've spilled onto YOUR hands , and it is not m i n e . you seek meddling with stories that do not belong to you , creating pawns that should have never existed in the first place . " the visages pull away from him showcasing rage and fury , all sets of eyes trained on the monster before them . " you will not succeed in doing that with me . . . " a low chuckle escapes the raven , grey hands splaying out to his sides as black eyes gazed along the expanse of the VOID , his HOME .

" this is MY home , you play by MY rules . " dark growls out , a deep sigh leaving through his nose as his hands came to adjust his tie and feet brought him another step closer . " i am not a pawn in your game , 악마 . " the few tethers that kept a human facade onto dark's face snap , head craning with a sickening crack as white eyes train onto the being across from him . " you are no god , you are no saint , you are a MONSTER . " dark grins , showcasing sharp lower and upper canines , barring them like a feral animal . " lest it not matter that you aren't the devil that i seek an end to , but if a snake approach a charmer dare it not be surprised when it's mouth is sewn shut . "

dark didn't know if he was asking for a fight or for a means to an end , what he knew was that he wasn't going to be made fearful in a place he'd worked hard to call his own . he wasn't going to be pacified in a world he'd tried so hard to be heard in . his stance becomes something strong , eyes zeroing in on mark with full intent to burn a hole through him if it were possible , fists clenched tightly at his sides in a barely held back rage . " i will never BEHAVE for a serpent who's tongue is unruly , i will never be made passive by a man who can barely hold his own ever again . "

the dokkaebi kept his stance tall , the visages behind him placing their hands upon his shoulders as they seemingly leaned towards the viper that sought to bite so badly . " you are a pawn in a much bigger scheme , and you don't even know it . ironic , isn't it ? " the void around them seems to warp , the black inkiness starting to shift and bend beneath the pair whilst still keeping steady ground . " you've always sought power as a means to feel IMPORTANT , to feel in CONTROL ; yet , you barely have control over your own life , you are an utter mess . a man who beat his friends until they were nothing but blood and gore , then kept going even when they begged for forgiveness . " his expression is heated with anger , leaning a smidge forward to borderline whisper his next words . " you are a god in the eyes of no one . a god would show pity when met with veneration , you simply strike the hands that pray for salvation . "

a hand comes out to try and grab at the other's robe , eyes feverishly wild . " you are the devil incarnate . "

[melatoninburst]

muse vs mun

Tagged by: @kauma-kardia​

Tagging: any of you who want to! 

[tobiosmilktea]

scenario request: enemies to lovers au! w atsumu, ✨ thank you 💛

paper daisy chains — miya atsumu

5.5k words | genre/s: fluff, a little angst, enemies to lovers!au | warning/s: language, lots of arguing | pairing: atsumu x gn!reader

↪︎ in which three hours of detention leads to your hatred for your former best friend to fall apart all due to a kiss

a/n: you had me at enemies to lovers anon 😏 ngl tho this is not my best work considering i procrastinated on writing this and i needed to post something today ✨

in a mere afterthought—after everything had gone to shit already, it was then you had some forming recuperation of the situation you were in despite always finding a chance to snake your way out was no longer in your hands. so, perhaps you could have handled the situation a little bit better. emphasis on ‘little’ as there was very little you could do about your absolute hatred for miya atsumu and that sly grin on his face.

it wasn’t like this before–this messy relationship between you and atsumu. if anything, you were the bestest friends in middle school, by each other’s side like you were stuck together with glue. yet a single assumption ruined it all, tearing everything down into nothingness.

did you sometimes yearn for things to go back to the way they were before? the simple answer was yes, but your pride would never let atsumu know.

“as for you (y/l/n) (y/n), atsumu is now sporting a broken nose after you punched him during lunch.” the principle states matter-of-factually which earned a quiet scoff from behind you.

despite not standing directly next to you, atsumu was still far too close for your liking as his right shoulder often brushed against you at every small and sudden movement. you could practically feel his breath grazing the exposed part of your neck. however, you couldn’t exactly blame the setter no matter how much you wanted to as both your teacher and his coach had sandwiched you two together.

“disrespectful little swine that one.” inarizaki’s coach grunts loudly towards you, “you oughta teach that one a lesson before she hurts my starting setter again before nationals!”

you flashed the man a toothy grin as you grit them together. he always had an odd way of speaking, “yes, of course, it’s completely my fault for defending myself.” you deadpanned with your own sarcasm of poisonous venom, surprising almost everyone in the office—everyone except atsumu of course. if anything, he’s the only one still smirking in amusement while all the adults had their faces all contorted. 

however, his eyes did widen a bit as he looked at you the moment you smirked up at him with proud delight written across your pretty face.

your teacher cleared his throat, elbowing you slightly in the ribs discretely. “my student didn’t mean that, sir.” he excuses, quickly giving you a warning look as a sign for you to apologize.

“i’m really sorry,” you weren’t sorry.

the principle simply smiled at your scornful apology that left your lips in the most condescending manner. he then switched his gaze back to the atsumu’s coach who has been arguing against the old man for a good fifteen minutes on only punishing you and not atsumu as it ‘wasn’t his fault,’ but you hadn’t been listening. why would you, anyway? in the end, you were going to get the short end of the stick once again with atsumu getting away with everything. from his annoying teases to his backhanded compliments that caused him a blow right on his nose in the first place will never be called out.

enter atsumu’s twin, osamu, through the office doors. to your surprise he (in a way) defended your case by saying that atsumu was provoking you all day. so, you and atsumu were both in the wrong. then again, that’s what happens between two enemies since middle school.

“based on what osamu has said, i have no choice but to give them both detention.” the principle concludes, “atsumu and (y/n) will be on cleaning duty in the library for the time being.”

“if you don’t mind me commenting,” the coach exclaims, drawing himself up to perhaps argue for the umpteenth time again, “atsumu has volleyball practice to—”

the principle immediately cuts him off, “there’s nothing i can do about it.”

“can’t he serve detention after nationals?” he tries to express once more but is cut off yet again.

“then that goes against our policy of having no behavioral issues in order to go on field trips.”

“then it is decided,” your teacher confirms with a nod. even he was getting a bit tired on this back and forth. “i’ll make sure both students will report to the library the moment the final bell rings, sir.”

great.

there was always something unnerving about the after school noon at inarizaki as you teetered on the edge of boredom and monotony. and that’s saying a lot considering you spent the majority of your time after classes secluded in your own room or wandering the streets of hyogo by yourself instead of going to club activities. you’d come to think that maybe, in the absolute inevitability that for once atsumu’s company would be much better than being alone, but you were wrong. so incredibly wrong.

you would much rather stay locked up in your bedroom all day than be stuck mopping the library floors and dusting off the shelves upon shelves of textbooks and novels.

a sigh escapes from your lips as you bring your gaze up to atsumu on the other end of the aisle, his tall figure reached at the tops of each book shelf as he dusted them off haphazardly while you too care of the bottom layers. it was understandable though as the task was not only tedious but simply counterproductive. the shelves were going to get all dusty again weren’t they? granted, punishment was punishment no matter how futile and impractical.

the library’s fluorescent lights had created shadows upon atsumu’s face, creating deep grooves and shadows upon his jaw and cheeks that perhaps you didn’t think he looked absolutely repulsive for once (even with the bandage on his broken nose).

you lift yourself from your crouched position and brushed any lingering dust off of your uniform, which at this point was a bit unkempt from the light labor you were forced to do. approaching the preoccupied setter, the rag within your hand was tossed back and forth between your left and right.

however, your eyebrows furrowed as you stopped only a few feet shy away from atsumu who should at least be sensing your presence at this point. he always had a knack of being aware of where you were and honestly you found it plain creepy. your gaze fell upon the rag in your hand, shrugging to yourself before chucking it at atsumu’s face.

the setter’s expression contorted slightly in confusion as the piece of cloth smacked him on the side of his cheek before falling onto the floor. his gaze followed the rag before turning his stare towards you.

“i’m bored,” you sighed out in a mutter with little to no emotion coating your words. 

“me too,” he replies, crouching down to pick up the rag before tossing it to you lightly. you caught it within your hands as you feign the look of surprise on your visage. you honestly expected him throw it as hard as he could, but he didn’t. “the faster we get this done the faster we get to go home–or whatever you do after school like wander around hyogo or something.”

you nod, yet curiosity stroked you. how would he know about that? gently placing one foot in front of the other, you steered closer to the boy. “and how would you know i do that everyday after school?”

it was then, you could finally feel the striking tension between the two of you. as if it was heat emanating and merging simply from the proximity you two were standing, a beat had passed again the moment you confirmed that whatever answer atsumu was going to give you would be complete and utter bullshit.

“just to make sure you were safe,” he mutters so nonchalantly. something so out of his character, especially for you would obviously be more alarming than a simple shrug and a brow raise.

your arms braided over each other, your gaze hardening by the second. “safe?” you repeat in disbelief that was accompanied with a scoff, “that’s rich, miya, anymore shitty lies you want to tell me before i could ruin that pretty face of yours again?”

a smirk had fallen on his lips as he flickered you an entertained look. “so, you think i’m pretty?”

you roll your eyes, turning your back towards him. you knew talking to him was a stupid idea and if only your teacher didn’t force you to try to make amends during detention with him, you wouldn’t have to feel your brain cells deteriorate every time you look his way. so much for taking sensei’s words into consideration into making friends with him again when your patience was being tested every five seconds. “whatever,” you scoff for the umpteenth time as you going back to your previous spot.

“the thing is, what i said just then wasn’t a lie.” he concludes while his eyes follow your figure to the other end of the aisle, “but, it’s not like you’d believe me or care for that matter.”

you’re right, i don’t. you thought to yourself, and yet you were still taken aback from the sudden ardor in his tone. it was less of atsumu’s usual bite from his arguments and more of a laceration to the skin, near rather than cutthroat despite both being some form of verbal wound. one hurt more than the other and you were sure atsumu was holding back.

“and what makes you think that?” you question.

atsumu shrugs, “nothing really groundbreaking.” he pauses as his eyes fall upon your expression of nothingness as for once he couldn’t find the right words to say. on the tip of his tongue laid words that would definitely hurt you and that hollow chest of yours, and usually he wouldn’t care just the same as you wouldn’t, yet something was stopping him.

come to think of it, this was one of the rare occasions that you and atsumu were actually alone together. nothing but the confines of the library bookshelves to obstruct you and your enemy. if anything, you and atsumu are constantly surrounded by others who are aware of your mutual resentment towards each other. hell, the only reason why your name was even as near popular as atsumu’s was because you had beef with him that was never serious in the first place. even after the numerous altercations you had since middle school with the blond boy, it was always him who provoked you.

it was almost as if you only kept up your act because that’s all you’re known for in this damn school. and you hated it.

“just the fact that you hate me is the biggest reason.” atsumu adds.

a sarcastic laugh emitted from you as you turned back towards him. you were well aware how priceless your expression looked, all muddied in disbelief and annoyance. “the feeling’s mutual.” you seethed through your teeth, stopping yourself from suddenly dumping fuel to a slow building ember. you had dirt on atsumu, but so did he and you had to be careful in order to play your cards well.

yet atsumu was already one step ahead of you, “you know hiding you emotions and feelings isn’t very healthy, is it?” he evoked. it was starting again and you knew it—from the way he inched closer to you and the way he held that godforsaken smirk on his lips again.

this guy was really asking for it wasn’t he?

a chuckle leaves your lips as you fully face him, your skin pulsated with arising anger, you couldn’t wait for miya atsumu to pull your final strings so you could finally land a punch on his face again. “it’s not like stalking someone after school is any better,” you hissed in the same venom. “i heard that shit can go on your permanent record if you were caught following someone. who knows, miya, maybe you’ll be surprised one day when you’re kicked off the volleyball team all of a sudden—”

“that’s hilarious coming from you, (y/n), you piece of—” atsumu had cut himself off in the midst of his retort, pursing his lips together as his hardened gaze suddenly dropped. “whatever,” he scoffs before turning away.

he let out a frustrated sigh as he attempted to walk back to the other end of the bookshelf so he wouldn’t have to look at your widening smile of provocation on your visage—slick with the taste of ash and synthetic amusement. it covered you in a downpour of emotions, most of which (if not all) were just synonyms of anger and acrimony. your tone was almost elated, drenched in salty irritation that couldn’t wither. you waited for him continue his words knowing damn well he could hit you with something stronger, something that can hurt more.

atsumu had to admit that he wasn’t as nearly as tough as you, though. you were someone that grew up surrounded with constant thunderstorms of a family and had a chest filled with bruising epiphanies waiting to be spewed out if anyone were to ever fuck up. it would’ve been best if he stepped himself away knowing that you both had no crowd to entertain, and yet there was an aching within you that wanted atsumu to continue whatever insult rested on his tongue.

pull that string, miya, i dare you.

“whatever?” you miffed, testing the waters you knew was tainted in tension. “no, please continue what you were about to call me, miya. i’d love to hear a new rendition.”

the setter shook his head as he couldn’t bring himself to meet the fury in your eyes any longer. “i hate how it had to be you,” he muttered under his breath.

“what was that?”

atsumu shook his head, “nothing.”

detention was flying by slower than you had hoped. 

within the first hour, you and atsumu had finished all the work assigned simply due to the fact that keeping yourselves busy on opposite sides of the library was best for both of your mental health.

two hours left of detention and boredom was dangerous for the likes of you two. now that you were both situated at the array of desks, it was common sense that some form of dispute between the two of you were bound to happened despite being separated and sitting at your own tables.

stupid atsumu, you thought. he really thought he was sly trying to sneak glances at you every five seconds like he was just waiting to get you riled up. what was his problem anyway? you thought that atsumu was the one who stopped himself from making matters worse earlier but it seems like he wanted to start something again.

you ignored him like you usually do. you were far too busy making a second pair of paper daisy chains and you needed the utmost focus cutting out each individual paper daisy to string into a faux flower crown.

atsumu had some audacity thinking he could keep throwing glances at you when you literally had a pair of scissors in your hand.

“keep staring and you’ll lose all of your piss-blond hair,” you deadpanned. you didn’t even bother to look at him as you were too preoccupied in your latest craft activity to fight your boredom.

however, it wasn’t atsumu’s fault that you were a complete enigma to him. he hated the way his friendship with you ended up like this after one big misunderstanding. sure, the first signs of your wavering friendship on the cusp of the big chasm of hatred you both created started in the middle school, but it truly formed in your first year.

granted, it wasn’t like he was wrong for worrying about you. he thought you were in danger last year when he thought you were getting involved with terrible people and simply reporting any suspicious behavior was his best way to go. the report was anonymous, but after you received the news, you were immediately suspended for a week all because of him. atsumu wasn’t going to negate the fact that perhaps it was his fault, but despite his numerous trials and errors of apologizing to you, it turned into nothing but heated arguments that led to your relationship now. all jagged and broken.

the topic has been taboo since.

atsumu’s gaze left yours, scoffing under his breath as he rolled his eyes. why did it have to be you? it wasn’t like this before, but you were all well aware how stubborn you two were.

you were an absolute wildfire that couldn’t be contained and atsumu was constantly treading over fresh embers that threatened to ignite at any form of friction. he was tired of always having to be careful around you, especially now that you broke his nose, yet he still wanted for things to be different.

“here,” your voice interrupts the tense silence as you toss him a finished paper daisy chain. it landed on his crossed arms, raising an eyebrow of confusion when he picked it up. “give that to osamu.”

atsumu was a bit perplexed to say the least, but he simply sighs to himself before gently placing the flower crown over his temples. “why osamu?” he knew damn well why, “i think it looks better on me.” he mused.

“you look hideous with it on,” you scoff, “besides it’s for your brother for a reason.”

“cause you like him better?”

“no doubt about it.”

(can you believe you liked atsumu more than osamu back in middle school?)

the setter shrugs, “too bad, you gave it to me so it’s mine now.”

“no it’s not, you don’t deserve one.” you say as you stand from your chair that screeched against the dark oak flooring of the library. you try to reach for the flower crown on atsumu’s head, but his hand snatched your wrist before you could grab it. 

atsumu’s adams apple bobbed up and down when he realized how close you were, “let. go.” your voice was hushed, yet still spat out your infamous venomous tone.

but he didn’t let go.

“aren’t you tried of it?” atsumu brings up instead.

“tired?”

“of this,” he continued before motioning to each other, “of us having to act like we hate each other everyday?”

you feigned a scoff, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes to the absolute bullshit coming out of atsumu’s mouth right now. “i’m not acting.”

“well i am,” remarked atsumu before a millisecond could even pass, “i’m tired of having to act like i hate you all the time.”

it was then it seemed like something just cracked within you. lies, lies lies, everything was a lie with atsumu—from the moment he ruined your trust last year to every altercation, big or small, that happened until this point was nothing but lies. you swallowed a lump of pride, fear, and anger collecting in your throat as you let out a huff. “your lies are becoming progressively shittier, you know that right? i don’t need your sorry excuse of sincerity.”

you tugged at your wrist again, this time harder for atsumu to finally let you go, but he wasn’t budging. it wasn’t like you to admit this either, but it was starting to hurt.

“too bad i’m not lying.”

a sigh of frustration left your lips as you felt your anger suddenly swell within you. bottling up your emotions until they exploded was something you were explicitly good at and you could feel the bile rising in your throat, burning you along with words that threatened to spew out of your mouth. “what the fuck is wrong with you? you think that saying that bullshit now is going to make up everything that had ever happened between us?”

“no, I just—”

you didn’t bother to let him speak as you cut him off, “your volleyball fangirls harass me everyday for treating how i treat you, not mention i get constantly watched on like a hawk because of what you did! you made me lose my parents trust after i got suspended and i can’t even go out freely anymore! the only reason why i wander around hyogo alone after school is because that’s the only time i can have to myself since my parents think i have club activities—”

atsumu didn’t mutter a word as he waited for you to continue. he knew there was more inside you yearning to finally be verbalized and he was ready for it to come his way.

“you think i’m acting like i hate you out of pettiness, but that only proves how self-centered you are atsumu,” you huffed, not bothering to pull your wrist out of the setter’s vice-like grip anymore. “for once, i did consider finally letting this whole thing between us go and make amends, but not like this—not when you just keep fucking up and digging yourself a bigger hole.”

a few beats of silence passed between the two of you as you felt the heat rising within your slowly deplete. even atsumu’s hand on your wrist had loosened up a bit, sending a wave of relief within you knowing that you had a chance finally walk away.

“so you’re tired too?” the setter suddenly interjected.

here we go again, you thought with a dejected sigh. “can you—”

his hold around your wrist suddenly tightened again, but not as harsh as before. “answer my question.”

“no.” you pursed your lips together.

“liar.”

“atsumu, please—”

“listen, i’m really sorry about what i did.” the setter expressed, hoping the sincerity in his voice was reaching you. “what i did was fucked up, but just say the word and we can stop everything right here.”

“let go,” you muttered in between, but atsumu only continued.

“no more arguments, we could go back to how we were before or we could start over again—”

“i said let go!”

it was then atsumu’s grip left your wrist and caught your face in between his hands and leaned in.

it wasn’t like this was your first kiss, but it certainly felt like it. granted, this was the first time you kissed some you hate—or rather, someone you’re supposed to hate. you’ve kissed numerous people before, all of which were fueled with nothing but boredom and was nothing more than a simple peck. and yet, this was everything out of the ordinary. you were kissing miya atsumu for fuck’s sake and for once there wasn’t a clear instinct in your body to move away fom him.

your mind blurred so much that the confusion written all over your expression and in your head was muddied by the roaring of your heartbeat. perhaps it was the way atsumu had managed to somehow run his hand from your face and through your hair while the other gently caressed your cheek as if this was how it was supposed to be for ages. it certainly didn’t feel like some cheap thrill atsumu had devised as the way he pulled you closer to him felt like a missing puzzle piece finally being placed.

and for once, you didn’t feel absolutely disgusted when he touched you like this.

it was then when the bandage on atsumu’s healing nose tickled the bridge of yours had suddenly pulled your out of some dream-ridden euphoria. as if it was a reminder that this is what you did. the person who was supposed to be your best friend turned into your enemy after one misunderstanding. he hurt you once and that was the most he did, and yet it only made matters worse when you’ve come to the realization that all of atsumu’s quarrels with you was far less hurtful than what you ever said. they were all for the same reason and that reason was how he felt for you. the feelings had been simmering within him since middle school was finally revealing itself and you’ve been throwing it away for so long.

you didn’t deserve this type of love.

the swift beating of your heart was no longer from the burning sensation of atsumu’s lips against yours, but rather the adrenaline of every single worry tucked in the confines of your head were coming out of their shadows all at once. no matter how intoxicating a forbidden kiss like this felt, you were suffocating beneath the drowning ocean of the unspeakable.

your swollen lips, all tinted red parted slightly before biting down on atsumu’s lip.

“shit!” he suddenly exclaimed, suddenly pulling away to touch the bleeding wound on his bottom lip.

you took this chance to finally get away like you always did. and to your surprise, atsumu didn’t follow you into the labyrinthine aisles of the empty library for once. perhaps this was the one time you were glad that you and atsumu were alone in this huge room as it at least saved you from any humiliation of whatever the fuck just happened.

the inkling within your gut felt familiar, but too peculiar to fully comprehend. yet, with the blush that stretched from your cheeks to your ears still at it’s fullest opacity to the loudness your heartbeat still thumping against your chest and in your ears, it was obviously what the feeling was.

this can’t be happening.

you let out a sigh.

fifteen minutes. that’s all that’s left of the three hours of detention and after this, you were free from the confines of the library walls that suffocated you.

just fifteen more minutes before you can leave and avoid atsumu for the rest of your life. after those fifteen minutes, you would no longer give two shits about inarizaki’s setter and he could no longer confuse you anymore. and all you needed to do was wait in the most obscure corner of the library that most wouldn’t even go to.

the thing is, it was genuinely a good plan, but lately you’ve come to the conclusion that you had been underestimating atsumu for such a long time. this was one of those moments where you believed he would leave once detention was over, and yet he made sure to go through each and every aisle of bookshelves only to find you with your nose stuck in a book to keep you occupied. you didn’t even see him at first, but atsumu was glad you didn’t as he spent a good five minutes forcing himself to stop blushing just by your presence.

and to your (quite unfortunate) luck, here miya atsumu was now—approaching you in all his broken-nosed glory. it certainly didn’t help the fact that this entire time, you couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. it was the way he spoke about his feelings for you via the sparks from the sudden excursion that had your heart blossoming out of your chest even an hour after it happened

atsumu plops himself next to you, yet still leaving enough room that you wouldn’t run away from him again. his arms rest over his knees as he picked at his nails in uncertainty, as if he was treading over thin ice and a single misstep would eliminate any progress that was created between the two of you. “we’re free to go in fifteen minutes,” his voice was gentle, yet hesitance laced it to soften it a bit more as you didn’t even spare him a glance. “...just to let you know.”

there was no response from you. a simple nod was a good enough answer even though you weren’t obligated to. if anything, you feared that atsumu could hear the wavering in your voice when if you did say anything verbally. you hoped just by a simple nod would be a sign for him to get up and leave you alone in your furrowing thoughts, but he just sat there. in the deafening silence and the flipping of the pages of your book, he stayed for you.

atsumu wanted to make sure you got home safely and not do anything stupid. he knew what you were capable of especially after something out of the ordinary transpires (see: the kiss from earlier).

you had to admit that maybe you didn’t care that he was right next to you anymore. before, you would always yell at him to leave you alone or give you space, but for once his presence felt comforting to you (you wouldn’t confess that for you the life of you, though). you just hoped he wouldn’t notice the heat rising in your neck again.

(he did end up noticing)

the setter cleared his throat then, his fingers still playing with each other to spare him from the awkwardness. “are you okay?”

you huffed, “i knew you were an idiot, but i didn’t think you were this stupid.”

there it was, atsumu thought. despite the severity of your response, he couldn’t help but feel a smile creep on his lips knowing that you were at least talking to him. throughout the past year, he had come to realize that having you throw insults at him was better than not talking at all. granted, you wouldn’t even spare a single breath to someone you truly hated and not give a shit about. so if anything, you being mean to him was a sign that you think of him as something more than a stranger.

it was an odd case of stockholm syndrome, atsumu had to admit.

“is it because of the kiss earlier?” he asked, yet you didn’t utter a word. rather it was the sudden bursting of red tinted ears and burning cheeks stopped you from forming proper words. you would never get used to this feeling. “if it makes you feel any better—”

“just shut up about it,” you hissed as plunged your face deeper into your book. atsumu seeing your tomato-red face was the last thing you wanted as you shooed him away, “i don’t want to hear it.”

a chuckle left atsumu as he took the book out of your hands, loudly slapping it shut that the impact of paper hitting one another echoed throughout the library. it forced you to look at him in the eyes as he smirked at your expression. he hasn’t seen a look of embarrassment on your visage before and he found it adorable. “if the next words that come out of your mouth is to forget about the kiss ever happening, i’ll do it again and make sure you remember.”

your jaw tightened slightly as you peered your eyes at him, “fine.” you affirmed, “it did happen, but it meant nothing.”

“well, it meant something to me.” atsumu countered, not even noticing the way he leaned in closer.

it felt almost impulsive the way your emotions just crumbled before you. with the sense of betrayal between your mind and your heart had you dragged into the tide of finally giving into the guy you’re supposed to be hating. it felt criminal the way you even let your eyes flicker back down to his lips that was still a bit swollen from last time.

it just had to you, huh?

“i hate you,” you say before pulling him his tie towards you.

the kiss was slower than last time, deeper even. you were sure this was how serendipity felt like, sweet against your tongue like marmalade and soft like feathers with the way atsumu was trying to chase that euphoria when he made his way down your jaw. the ghost of his lips left trails down your neck and to your collarbone before recoiling back to your lips. you tasted like mocha and atsumu already found himself addicted to it.

“miya! (y/l/n)!” the advisor in charge of detention’s voice suddenly thundered throughout the library, forcing you two to pull away from each other. “detention ends in five minutes! the hell is this? daisy chains?” he suddenly interjects before letting out a loud scoff. “if i don’t see the rest of the trash from these tables thrown away, i’m giving you two another after school detention next week!”

a disappointed sigh emits from you as you and atsumu make your way back to the other end of the library. you hoped the exchange between the two of you wasn’t too obvious as your lips were all pink and your uniform disheveled.

the advisor gave you two a look before turning away to leave the library. humiliation struck you then and atsumu couldn’t help but laugh.

“i’ll make sure osamu gets his paper daisy chain.” the setter reassures playfully as he snatches both flower crowns from the table and hands the other to you.

your hands brush together as you take it from him, muttering, “you can have it if you want.”

“what was that?”

“nothing,” you say as you make your way towards the library’s entrance, “i said you look like a cunt.”

[juminly]

Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Theodorus Van Gogh x Fem!Reader. 

Rating: Mature.

Tags: mutual masturbation, semi-clothed sex, grinding, fingering, biting, praise, sleepy sex, domestic fluff. 

Summary: Theodorus is finally home and he has missed you, his wife, so much. He couldn’t wait until you woke up to shower him with the love that he craved and desperately needed. A/N: Another small contribution to Kinktober and my submission for Theo’s Route Countdown Party hosted by @delicateikemenmemes​ .   –♥– “Princess…” Your lover calls out to you in your dreams. His voice seemed like a distant memory yet so real, you could feel his breath tickling the shell of your ear and the yearning dripping from his voice. You knew he wasn’t there, this was just a fabrication of your deepest of thoughts, your subconscious materializing your desires into semblances that felt too real. “I need you… Love… Please, wake up.” With a chaste kiss pressed on your shoulder, soft lips careened solemnly over the silk of your skin, your heart fluttering under the verity that this dream-like illusion had to you would gladly succumb to. Gentle traces of love painted over the canvas of your figure, reminiscent of the comfort of dusk in loving arms, light nips awakening the softest of blemishes before reaching your nape. Opening your eyes, you blinked them blearily… this felt so familiar. This happened so many times before. A pattern of your quotidian, one of the many seeds of happiness that bloomed in your heart. You were not met by the sight of him, yet, all your senses welcomed him. At last, my love has come along... Theo was finally back… The scent of his worn-off cologne tinged with the forlorn sweetness of whiskey that you sampled from his lips. The scales had been tipping in favour of your fatigue, your eyes falling shut before a silent moan caught in your throat and he suckled on the tender skin of your neck. “Theo…” you mumbled, coming to the realization that this wasn’t one of your frequent dreams of your lover. He was finally back from those dreadful trips… They only felt so dreary when he had to spend so much time away from you. You sighed softly as you let your train thoughts pull you away further away into the lands of unconsciousness that you fought to leave. The less time you spent together, the more you longed for him, ached for him and felt an emptiness that no one could fill, a thirst that nothing could quench but… him. However, it was all worth it. Seeing the look of satisfaction on his handsome visage as he recounted to you all that he had achieved, going leaps and bounds closer to making his passion, his dreams come true by helping others fulfill their own. “Yes, darling… I’m here.” He was now the man that pouted for a sliver of your attention, who demanded the love he earned as your husband and reciprocated the care he so abundantly gave you in his own dismorphed way. As your slumber threatened to steal you away from him, the smooth brush of his knuckles tracing the curve of your thighs was a gentle declaration of war in tandem with the kisses that he painted over each and every vertebrae his lips could touch, with veneration that could only belong to him. Fervent hums of your name were the only melody Theodorus would ever chant in the darkest hours of the night. “I’m sorry to wake you, princess…” he whispered apologetically, halting the cascade of kisses on your back momentarily to utter those words, his emotions brimming in every syllable, emotions that he would usually painstakingly try to mask and contain, even hide. He didn’t have to. Not with you. “I missed you…” a despondent declaration that he muttered willingly, laden with fervour that was deepened by your mutual absence. “I missed you too, baby… Welcome home, Theo.” The corner of your lips twisted into a smile of utter delight. Nothing could ever compare to the happiness that this man brought to your life. He was everything to you and you reminded yourself, every single day, that he had opened his heart to you when he had intended to keep it locked for as long as he could… before the key became your most prized possession. “I never thought that I would ache to hear those words…” he exhaled heavily, the huskiness of his voice mirroring the sleepiness of your own. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, mijn liefje. Every gallery we went to, every person I’ve spoken to… I just wanted to see you. I just wanted you to be there. You’ve made it so hard for me to be away from you…” A deep sigh streaked with an ache that mirrored your own escaped his lips while you listened avidly to his confessional rumination. “I don’t know what to do with you… Being here… with you is the only place where I feel… whole.” If only you had more energy to requite his affections as he just had… You didn’t even have to turn around and look behind you to see those cerulean orbs, waves of crystal blue water hardened by ardour and longing. “I… I told you, Theo..” You yawned as quietly as you could manage, squealing as you arched your back, stretching it a bit in an attempt to shake off the stiffness of your drowse.  “I love you… and.. You can do whatever you want with me.” A small shiver coursed through, inciting a low chuckle from your husband as his hand reached your hip, his index hooked around the waistband of your navy satin shorts, tugging on the fabric tentatively, the silent gesture filled with much promise. “You sound so exhausted, Theo… you need to…...you need rest.” “I actually did sleep like shit…”. he grumbled as he nuzzled your neck, inhaling sharply before breathing out shakily, the warm air eliciting a tingling sensation starting from your nape and slowly coursing through the length of your body. “I‘ve barely been able to get a few hours in.” In other words, your husband was trying to tell you that he couldn’t sleep well without having you near, cuddled in his arms, your head resting on his chest or even when he would nestle himself in your embrace. That’s how it always was. That’s how it always will be. “I’ll make it better, baby.” A sleepy promise but one that you would make sure to keep. 

“I want you to… Please.” Your haughty lover pleaded with gruff murmurs, his hunger for you so tangible, the slight tremble of his arm didn’t go unnoticed as he wound it under your waist, pulling you to him, your bodies finally flush against each other, his hand snaking down your satin camisole, tracing his calloused fingers over your stomach up to your chest before enveloping one of your breasts, the cold metal of his ring sending a sweet chill on your warmed skin as it brushed your sensitive bead. “I want to be inside you, love… feel your sweet cunt tighten…” he groaned at the thought as his hips finally met yours, the hard imprint of his cock pressed against your behind while he tended to your breast, caressing the bottom of your soft mound with pendular strokes “...suck me in while I fill you up so good.” Heavens, you’ve missed him so much but the damned demon of sloth had possessed you and Theodorus was your devilish angel rousing you from his hold while gracing you with his love under the guise of his own selfish whims. Winding your fingers around the back of his palm, you lead him to the warmth of your mouth, your tongue gliding over the length of his index and middle finger before sucking on the tips, swirling around them lazily. You smiled as a low shaky chuckle resounded in his chest, his relief was so palpable and you were more than willing to give him more. “You always take such good care of me, don’t you, baby girl?” You absently nodded in agreement but he knew that you agreed without having to do or say anything. There was nothing you wanted more than to take care of your man. In that moment. “Suck it like you mean it, baby…” You gleefully complied, the silence of your room mixed with your husband’s loud breathing, his chest heaving against your back as you pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, circling the length of his digits with your wet muscle. “Godverdomme… I wish your mouth was on my cock right now.” You rocked your hips back and forth, grinding against your love with innocent purpose as he did the same, relishing in any friction he could get from you while he began pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, mimicking the same rhythm your bodies followed. Reaching behind you, you traced the V line of his lower abdomen… God, you wanted to lick your way down those taut muscles as you felt them contract under your nimbleness. You smiled sleepily at the power that you held over your lover, even in the drowsy state that you were in. Pushing down his boxers, you finally freed his aching cock, Theo hissing sharply as you wrapped your fingers around his girth and thumbing at his slit, allowing more of the precum oozing from his tip to slide down his length. With bated breath, your lover ran his tongue to draw a long strip over the shell of your ear. “You’re going to be a good little Hondje and give me exactly what I need, my princess?” You keened in response at the evident contradiction in his tone, the dominance he failed to exude as his emotions caught up to him.  The answer was obvious and your body would do all the talking, and his would too. Grinding back against him, needy groans were all you could hear as he readied your body for his taking. Each roll of your hips, each touch and every stroke was a silent vow to consume you as he searched for signs and probed your body in all the right places. The embers of your burning desire would soon go aflame. Just as he was making sure you were ready for him, you would have to do the same. You began squeezing your palm and releasing in alternation, rubbing small circles around and over the head of cock, feeling him shiver behind you as he finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a resounding pop, sliding his arms over the curves of your waist and bringing his hand under your shorts and between your thighs. “No underwear, hm?” You didn’t even bother to reply to his teasing tone, he knew very well why you were not wearing any underwear, waiting for this exact moment to take place. Without wasting a moment and pushing your folds apart, Theodorus traced the length of your core, feeling the ghost of a pulsating with the newfound attention, an ache growing in your core in anticipation as he covered you with the slickness of your own mouth. “I love you so much…” He whispered huskily in your ear before ensnaring your earlobe between his teeth, feeling the tip of his fangs poke your flesh. “You drive me absolutely mad, mijn lieftse…” You closed your eyes, imagining how enthralling your husband looked as they protrude past his blood slicken lips. Wet with your blood. The thought alone had more of your desire pooling at your core while Theo dragged his fingers up and down your core, the lingering strokes on your clit making you squeeze his cock in your palm, his ragged gasp blessing your ears as you began pumping his length at an unsteady pace. “How many times did you touch yourself when you were gone, Theo...” you croaked as teasingly as you could, your voice betraying you as it cracked, the kindling heat of pleasure troubling your senses. “More times than I could count…” An animalistic growl drawing out of him as his hips rocked against your palm in subdued haste as he fucked the softness you offered. The fingers that brushed the weight of your breasts were now circling around your nipple, brushing over it with teasing strokes as it hardened under his willful ministrations. “Too.. many… times..” the occasional squeeze on his cock made his words falter on the tip of his tongue, stuttering in a manner that made you want to see him, feel him and hear him completely fall apart. “I’ll just have to make it up to you...” You vowed lovingly, wishing that you could see the expression on his but he had you imprisoned in his grasp, not giving you a chance to turn around but only writhe from the onslaught on your core. Your eyes fell shut, imagining how you would tease yourself with his hard cock between your legs, glossing it with your essence as he called you out for the naughty Hondje that you truly were before he plunged deep inside you. “It’s good to be home, baby girl...” He sucked on your earlobe gently, feeling his lips form a smirk as he made you squeal by pinching your sensitive nipple before massaging and squeezing the breast in his grasp with a little too much force, which you didn’t mind. “You’re still not ready....” he reminded you as he gently teased your entrance, probing it with the tip of his index. Bringing his attention back to your neck, Theo bestowed wet kisses along the column of your throat, latching on to your delicate skin with deep sucks and nips which he smoothed over and over with his tongue. His love and affection were abundant yet the pleasure he gave you was teasing and merciless all the same, as it had always been. Yet, you know… it was all for you. He wanted to enjoy himself with you. “Not yet… But I will be… soon. ” Shaking your head as a mewl escaped from you, Theo began rubbing tight circles over your sensitive nub, your body responding to him in kind, always at his beck and call. “I’m almost there… Ahh, yes, Theo… right there!” The pad of his coated fingers shocked your body as they settled in a dizzying oscillating motion, painfully slow yet enough to lure you into an ephemeral trance, teetering in the ebb and flow of the building release. You continued to do the same, inviting him with your palm to the edge that he sought, twisting your wrist and pumping his aching cock, smearing it with more of his essence that dripped from him, the grunts falling from his lips enough to spur you on. Finally slipping not only one, but two fingers inside your aching core, he scissored them as your walls clench needily around him, the quivering of your legs becoming more visible, the lazy rock of your hips growing faster as you chase for the love that Theo was so willing to give. “No need for introductions, Theo…” You cried out as your body began to writhe in his embrace, his arm growing even tighter around your waist, making even harder to breathe. Sucking almost desperately on the crook of your neck, his hips rolled against you in a more urgent yet stammering pace, the friction was clearly not enough. He needed more and so did you. “It’s… enough… I can take it, Theo...” you whined beseechingly. “Hmm.. Just a little more, princess.” He croaked painfully, stubbornly prolonging the bittersweetness of your desire. “I want you dripping for me.” He wasn’t teasing you, applying the right amount of pressure that you needed on your clit with his thumb while he inserted a third finger inside you, stretching you even wider, yet the fullness was nothing near how he felt inside you. “One of the many things I love about you… You’re always so ready for me…” His tactfulness was a testament to the urgency that had been tamed by your imminent slumber yet the pleasure of your impending climax had your brain swimming. Dragging the tip of his fingers along the walls of your walls, he slowly removed them from inside you and you whined loudly in frustration, your cunt clenching against the nothingness that your husband had caused and had yet to fill. “Theo… Please… I’ve had enough…  Just put it in.” Your lust finally broke through the remnant languidness of your body. Your impatience won, taking reign of your impulsive actions while you and your husband allowed your instincts to overwhelm you. Pulling down your shorts slightly, you wriggled out of the smooth piece of satin, parted your thighs and arched your back while pushing your butt on Theo, hearing him grunt as he slid his cockhead between your drenched folds before settling at your entrance. “I’m happy to be home with you, my love...” A loving whisper mixed with a snarl, the tip of his fangs digged into the sweet spot in the crook of your neck, an euphoric shock coursing through your being as his hips finally snapped forward, his cock sinking into you with ease. Wanton moans of his name and rough groans echoed in your moonlit room as he sheathed himself fully, your warmth sucked him into the slice of heaven that you shared… even better than what you could the pure bliss of the sweetest of dreams.  –♥– For some reason, this fic is not appearing in the tags so if you liked this fic, every reblog is appreciated!! 

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Promised (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

WARNINGS: dub-con (with a hint of non-con)

IF THIS OFFENDS YOU PLEASE DNI

summary: when you start waking up with bruises you can’t explain, your nightmares turn into a reality.

This could honestly be for any fandom really because its...well...Satan, but I want to hop on Luke Cook’s dick so here you go.

~

Fog twisted around your feet as the rough grass tickled your skin. Your hands were outstretched, but you couldn’t see past a foot in front of you. Your steps were slow, unsure, and you looked around you. You were alone.

“Hello?”

Your voice echoed, confirming what you already knew, and nervousness overtook you. You slowly began to recognize these woods, and you frowned. You knew these trees, you’d grown up playing in these trees. You took another step forward, and a root suddenly took hold of your foot.

You stumbled back, only to fall as another root wrapped around your other foot. A scream tore from your lips as you reached out, hissing when more roots slithered around you, biting into your exposed skin. You tried to push yourself forward, but they pulled you back. One snaked around your head, forcing itself into your mouth as your screams became muffled.

 ~

You rolled your shoulder as you descended the stairs, a frown on your face as you walked into the kitchen. Your roommates looked up at you in concern as you reached for a mug, letting out a contented sigh at the smell of coffee.

“Another bruise?” Maya asked, worry filling her dark eyes as she eyed you.

“Yeah,” you sighed as you poured the steaming liquid into your cup.

“Did you ever go to the doctor?” your other roommate asked, his deep voice accusatory.

“I did, actually,” you said, cutting your eyes to him with a small glare. “Just like you suggested. She said that its clearly something I’m doing in my sleep, probably the result of nightmares I just can’t remember.”

Damien scoffed, approaching you, shaking his dark hair out of his eyes.

“She’s an idiot. How could you possibly be doing this to yourself?” he wondered aloud as he pulled your shirt down your shoulder.

Both of them hissed as they eyed the dark coloring along your skin.

“Jesus,” Maya gasped, getting a closer look.

“Is it worse? It didn’t look that bad before I took a shower this morning,” you mused.

“This is ridiculous, Y/N. There’s no way you could be doing this to yourself. This has been going on, for what, months now?” Maya questioned, outraged.

You brushed past her with a shrug, wincing as you did so.

“I’m considering getting a sleep study done, because I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this,” you complained.

Damien snorted from behind his own mug, and you eyed him. You glanced at Maya to see that she was doing the same.

“What?”

“You know my thoughts on the matter,” he murmured.

“For Christ’s sake, not this again,” Maya mumbled as she left the kitchen.

You stared after her before resting your gaze on him, his hazel eyes studying you.

“Look, Maya didn’t grow up in the kind of households we did. She doesn’t believe in this stuff, but you do, and you know just like I do that something strange is going on here, Y/N,” he whispered.

You shook your head. You’d had this conversation with Damien before, and while Maya simply wrote his words off, you couldn’t. The both of you had grown up in religious households, and even if you wanted to stay far away from any of your parents’ beliefs, they’d been ingrained into your brain for years.

“My parents are…fanatics. I can’t believe in the things they do. I refuse, because if I did, I would drive myself insane, Damien.”

“Y/N… For the past few months, you’ve been waking up with bruises and scratches that you can’t explain. Some of them in places you wouldn’t even be able to reach,” he hissed. “Certain items of yours have gone missing, and the ones that do turn up show up in the craziest of places. Just last week, you found your earring underneath a cup in the cupboard.”

You swallowed, afraid of the truth in his words.

“Something isn’t right here, and you know it. If you want me to come with you, I will, but you…you need to speak with someone. Someone other than a doctor,” he suggested.

You sighed as he brushed past you, staring into your mug like it would give you all of the answers.

 ~

You collected your book and rose from your seat as the sound of excited students surrounded you. Discussions of plans over the winter break filled your ears, and you grimaced. You’d had plans to go down south for the break with your roommates, but the strange happenings as of late were making you reconsider.

“Ms. Y/L/N. A word?” a familiar voice drifted over the chatter.

Your eyebrows rose in confusion, but you descended the steps to approach your professor, anyway. He was an old balding man with a gravely voice. A little weird at times, but he was a great professor.

“What are your plans for the break?”

Your confusion grew at his inquiry. Not once had you ever seen him take a personal interest in any student.

“I think I might go back home. I had other plans, but…it looks like those may be changing,” you honestly answered.

He hummed, dark gaze fixed on you. You fought to hold eye contact. Something was off…

“You won’t have any trouble finishing the assignment, will you?”

You tilted your head.

“No, of course not. Why…?”

“I just thought those nightmares of yours might interfere with your education.”

His calm visage didn’t match the nature of his words, and you blinked, processing them before stuttering out a response.

“I-I’m sorry. What?”

You blinked again, and suddenly his dark eyes were red to the point where there was no white left, bleeding almost. Before you had a chance to make a sound, his hand was gripping your arm, and you winced as it burned. You tugged on it, but he only tugged you towards him, and you tripped over your feet.

“Enjoy your mortal life while it lasts,” he hissed.

His voice was different, deeper, ominous even, and you shook as his nails dug into your skin. You jerked away from him only to land on your butt, looking up in horror as he began to convulse. You hurried to your feet, taking a few steps back as he looked at you, looking just as he always did with a small smile on his face.

“Ms. Y/L/N… Did you need something?”

You stared at him for a painful amount of time before hesitantly shaking your head. You gripped the strap of your bag before turning away and rushing from the classroom. You had just barely run into Maya.

“Woah! There you are. I was waiting outside for you before I realized you were probably talking to your professor,” she said, steadying you.

Her face fell at the look on yours, and she became worried.

“Y/N?”

“I…”

You didn’t even know what to say. How could you possibly explain what had just happened? It had happened, right? The painful ache on your arm from where he had grabbed you answered that question.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You blinked, focusing your eyes on her as you shook your head.

“N-nothing,” you whispered.

She didn’t look convinced.

“Are you sure?”

You shakily nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah…um. I just…I think I’m gonna go home for the break,” you replied.

Her eyes widened.

“What? Why?”

“I…don’t feel the best. I’m not really up for our plans, and I want to see my parents.”

Maya tilted her head at you, a frown on her beautiful face.

“Y/N…you loathe your parents,” she scoffed with a chuckle.

“That’s not entirely true,” you sheepishly protested.

She crossed her arms over her chest.

“What is going on? I thought you wanted to celebrate your birthday together, and now you want to spend your 21st, of all birthdays, in Greendale? With your overly pious parents? Has Damien gotten to you?”

“Look Maya, whatever is going on with me…it’s taking a toll on me. I’m losing sleep and hallucinating and waking up almost every morning with a fresh set of bruises. Partying down south for my birthday isn’t going to make this go away. I’m just not in the mood,” you explained.

She sighed, eventually nodding in understanding.

“…and while my parents literally give me hives, in some ways they are a source of comfort for me. My old house, my old room…those things are familiar to me, and that’s where I want to be.”

“No, I get it. I do. I just really wanted all of us to celebrate your birthday together. I mean, how many times do you turn 21? It’s one of those ages that’s considered a milestone,” she pouted. “…but if you need help packing, just let me know.”

She pulled you along, and you looked over your shoulder at the closed lecture hall door like it was going to burst open and drag you inside any moment.

 ~

Your chest arched upwards, back rising from the surface as fire traveled through you. Hot hands slid up your legs, fingers dancing along your skin like butterflies. A sharp nip at your hip pulled a low moan from within your chest, and you reached out. Your fingers slid through smooth hair, and a low rumble followed soon after.

You wanted to see, but you couldn’t, and you didn’t know why. Had you gone blind? Was something obstructing your vision? Nails dug into the skin of your hip, and you gasped when a lithe form covered your own. You reached out, running your hands down a smooth chest, and a pleased hum filled your ears. The voice that filled your ears was sinful, slinking around you like silk.

“I shall enjoy claiming my prize very much.”

 ~

You awoke with a gasp, sweat clinging to your body as your eyes adjusted to the sight before you. Your bedroom door was open, the figure of your mother filling it as she stared at you with wide eyes. You slowly sat up, chest heaving as you gazed at her.

“What is it?” you quietly asked.

She cleared her throat.

“I made you breakfast. I doubt you’ve had a homecooked meal since you’ve been away,” she chuckled, but it sounded…off.

“Thanks. I’ll be down in a little bit.”

She hesitated for a moment before eventually walking away, and you took a moment to gather yourself before standing. You winced as you walked towards the bathroom, reaching up to rub the back of your neck. You barely spared the mirror a glance as you got undressed, turning on the shower before hopping underneath the warm spray of water.

You were starting to remember pieces of your dream, now, and you wondered what on earth could have made you dream of that. You had never been a sexual being. You had thought that you simply weren’t ready when boys showed interest during your high school years. You had written it off to simply being focused on more important things like school.

However, once you’d started college, and no desire to explore had ever arisen, you’d just accepted that maybe it just wasn’t for you. You would have labeled yourself as asexual long ago, but…you did want to have sex. It crossed your mind from time to time, but you’d never come across anyone who sparked that in you. Of course, in high school, that wasn’t surprising because high school boys were a nightmare, but even after getting outside of Greendale and going to college and traveling… You found it very strange that you hadn’t come across a single person who piqued your interest.

So to have an incredibly vivid erotic dream out of nowhere was…odd. If you closed your eyes, you swore you could still feel his skin on yours. Hear his voice…smell him. You frowned, pausing in your cleaning as you realized you did smell him. It was a very distinct smell, like burning cedar mixed with citrus and leather.

Your vision suddenly became hazy, and your hands fell to your side. Your eyes fell closed, and you tilted your head as the faintest of touches brushed along your neck…like butterflies. Steam filled the bathroom, but you paid it no mind as a soft moan slipped from your lips. There was another faint brush along your back, but it was gone just as the sound of your mother’s voice reached you.

“Y/N! Oh my Lord,” she cried as she yanked the curtain back, shutting off the water.

You blinked your eyes open, widening them as she wrapped you in a towel and helped you out of the tub.

“That water was scolding hot! Are you okay?”

You blinked again, slowly looking down to see that the palms of your hands were red from where the water had been hitting them directly.

“Y/N, how on earth did you not burn yourself? I came to check on you when no more hot water was coming out of the kitchen sink,” she continued, running her hands along your face to check your temperature.

“I-I’m fine. I must have lost track of time,” you murmured.

She eyed you with a look you couldn’t place, and you hurried to reassure her again.

“Really, mom, I’m fine. I’ll be right down.”

She hesitated before shakily nodding, leaving you alone. You sighed, turning to face the mirror before freezing in your tracks. Just there, on your breast was a bit of raised skin, almost like a brand. It was small, practically invisible, but you still noticed it. You slowly reached up to run your finger along it before hissing as pain shot through you.

You stared at it in confusion for the longest time before eventually shaking your head and exiting your bathroom to get dressed.

 ~

“So how has school been? Have any of your professors given you any trouble?”

You recalled the incident just before break but swallowed it down as you answered your father.

“It’s been great, actually. My grades this semester are nearly perfect,” you answered.

You’d been home for almost a week, now, and it was the first real conversation you were having with your father. Once you’d hit high school and realized how crazy your parents actually were, your relationship with them had soured like milk. Your father more so than your mother. While she had been willing to compromise with your desire for more freedom and leniency, your father was not. If anything, your desire for a somewhat normal life only forced his hand harder. It had nearly driven the two of you to stop speaking for good.

After all, all you wanted was to spend Friday nights with friends instead of reading passages of the bible for hours on end. For once, you wanted to spend a Sunday doing something you enjoyed instead of inside of a church all day. You hadn’t thought that was too much to ask, but apparently you had been wrong.

You fingered your fork, picking at your food before placing it down with a small sigh. Damien’s words were on your mind. They had been for days in fact. Both you and Damien had grown up in similar households, but they couldn’t be more opposite in nature. While your parents were religious freaks who sacrificed any small pleasure in life for God, Damien’s parents were into astrology and the occult and the like.

You’d grown up having the bible beat into your head. Damien grew up watching strangers come in and out of his kitchen during the evening’s for readings and love spells. He watched things like Ghost Adventures and True Crime. In your house, a dream about snakes was a sign from God to pray more. In his house, a dream about snakes meant…he probably wanted a pet snake.

Damien was weird, but you liked him, plus he claimed that he’d experienced some freaky things for himself growing up. Things that solidified whatever he believed in, and you could respect that. It didn’t matter if he experienced those things or not, he believed he did. You, on the other hand, had yet to experience anything. All your life you’d had God and the devil drilled into your brain, and all your life you had yet to witness any sign of either of them…until maybe now.

You did loathe your father, that was true, but you hated to admit that you were somewhat desperate at the moment and would go to him of all people for help.

“Dad…”

“Hmm,” came the familiar response.

“I wanted…to ask your advice on something…”

Your voice was quiet, but it carried nonetheless because you heard your mother stop humming from the living room. Your father looked at you from over his paper for a few seconds before eventually setting it down. You took a deep breath, but you didn’t know why you were so nervous. You knew what they were going to say. You needed to pray more. You needed to read your bible more. They would probably even suggest a short fast to get closer to God.

“I… I’ve been having dreams…nightmares really.”

Your father frowned, and you heard your mom enter the room to stand at the door.

“At least, I think so. That’s what my doctor thinks-.”

“Doctor? Why are you going to a doctor?” your mother asked, coming to stand beside your father, now.

You looked up at her with a sigh.

“For the past couple of months now, I’ve been waking up with bruises and scratches that I can’t explain. My doctor thinks its my own doing due to nightmares that I can’t remember, but… Sometimes they’re in places I can’t even reach. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Your mother’s eyes were wide, both horror and tears filling them as you spoke. You frowned at her before looking at your father, his face grave as he took in your words.

“Well?”

Neither one of them responded, and you watched as your mother put her hand to her chest, a sob escaping her. Your frown deepened, confusion filling you as you got a reaction you were not expecting.

“Mom…?”

She turned away, stumbling into the living room as her sobs reached your ears. You slowly looked to your dad, and he gradually stood, looking as if he was going to be sick.

“What is going on? Please don’t tell me that you think I need an exorcism or-.”

“Y/N…”

You snapped your mouth shut at the sadness in your father’s voice. You had never heard him like that in your life, and you gave him your full attention. Your mother was still crying, and you were starting to grow worried.

“It seems it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough,” he murmured as he turned away.

“Dad, what are you talking about? What wasn’t enough?”

You turned as you suddenly heard your mother coming from down the stairs. You hadn’t even realized she had left. She hurried into the kitchen, dropping a small box in front of you. She was still sobbing, and she took a step back as you carefully reached for the box.

With a shock, you discovered that it was full of pictures. Your parents had told you years ago that there were no childhood pictures of you, but they had clearly lied because here they were. Every single one of them was of you. Some of them were of your parents holding you as a baby, and some were just of you alone. Standing in front of a playground, a school, a mall. As you flipped through them, you realized that they all had one strange thing in common.

Every single picture, whether it was you alone or with your parents, held a shadow. A strange shadow stood behind you in every picture, and you slowly pieced together the shape. A goat. At least, it looked like one. It was much taller than any of you, and the horns curling back from its head were humungous, but all in all, it was the shadow of a goat…man.

“What…? What is this?”

Your father was facing you when you finally looked up, and his eyes were…defeated.

“Your mother and I weren’t always…like this…so pious. 21 years ago…your mother and I were struggling to conceive,” he began.

“I had already been through 3 miscarriages,” your mother softly threw in.

You gasped, eyes widening.

“Mom,” you sadly replied, having no idea of any of this.

“We were at a loss on what to do. We’d been to countless doctors, reproductive clinics, and nothing was working. Eventually…we started to pray. We prayed constantly for a child, and…it seemed as if God was ignoring our pleas,” she continued, tears filling her eyes again.

“We grew desperate,” your father whispered. “We…eventually started to pray to…anyone who would hear us. At last, someone did…hear us. The devil himself.”

You scoffed, a slight chuckle escaping.

“Dad,” you chided, disbelief coloring your tone as you eyed him.

Your face fell at the look on his, brows furrowing as you turned to look at your mom again. She wouldn’t meet your eyes, and despite how ridiculous their words were, something in you knew them to be true.

“Mom…?”

Your own eyes were glassy, now, fear creeping into you.

“We made a deal with him,” you mother softly said. “He vowed to bless us with a baby girl, and he would give us 21 wonderful years with her, but on her 21st birthday…he would come to collect her.”

You abruptly stood, your chair falling back as you did so. You felt like your heart was going to leap from your throat.

“No… No? Y-you’re not making any sense-.”

“We didn’t realize the gravity of what we’d done. We didn’t understand that we had made a deal with Lucifer himself…and that he would come to collect. When you were born, there on your chest, was the tiniest portion of raised skin. If you looked closely enough…you could see that it was three sixes…all lined up,” your father confessed.

You gasped, hand flying up to press against your chest.

“It went away after a few days, but as soon as we could, we tried to have you christened, but… The water burned you. It was hurting you,” your mother cried.

You stumbled back away from them.

“When you were five, we tried again. Only this time we tried baptism, but it was the same thing. The water…it hurt you. So we tried everything. We brought you up in a devout household hoping that it would be enough to undo what we did…enough to save you,” your mother continued.

You continued backing away from them, shaking your head in disbelief, but you knew they were telling the truth. Even if you hadn’t seen the mark for yourself earlier in the week, you knew everything they were saying was true. Everything suddenly made sense.

“How… How could…?”

“We were so young, Y/N. We were young and desperate and didn’t fully understand-.”

“Didn’t fully understand? You made a deal with the devil! What’s not to understand? Oh my God,” you cried, pressing your hands to your forehead as you stared at the kitchen floor. “My birthday…is in two days.”

Your mother reached out towards you, but you slapped her hand away.

“Y/N!”

You ignored her, hurrying up the stairs as you rushed to throw your clothes in your bag. You grabbed your car keys and your coat, rushing back downstairs and passed them, ignoring their calls.

“Y/N, where are you going? You can’t…you can’t run from this. We tried,” your father pleaded with you.

You turned to face him, hand on the doorknob as you glared at him.

“Not only do you sell me off to the devil, but now you expect me to just sit here and let this happen?”

He didn’t respond, and your mother pressed her hand to her mouth, fighting to quiet her cries.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

You took a deep breath, eyeing both of them.

“Maybe you were never meant to have a kid. Did you ever think of that? Did you ever wonder why of all people to answer your prayers for a baby, you got Satan himself?”

They didn’t respond.

“Not everyone is meant to have a child, and that’s okay. You should have accepted that, but instead, now you’ve damned me in the process.”

You turned, slamming the door shut behind you on your way out as you ran to your car.

 ~

You rushed down the wet road, racing towards the end of town. You blinked tears away, fighting to see through the pouring rain. You knew that you were going too fast, but a part of you didn’t care. Surely dying would be better than whatever was in store for you. Although you wondered… If you died, would you go straight to him, anyway?

Your hands tightened on the steering wheel, and you once again wondered how your parents could do this. How could anyone be that desperate to have a baby that they’d sell them off on their 21st birthday? So many things suddenly made sense, and you wanted to scream. You suddenly gasped as something ran across the road, and you slammed on the breaks. The car slid and swerved before sliding off the road into a small ditch.

“No,” you screamed as your car came to a halt.

You pressed on the gas, but it didn’t budge, and you only succeeded in digging it deeper into the dirt. You cursed and slammed your hands against the steering wheel before letting out a sob. You looked around, hoping for any way out of this when you screamed in fright.

Just outside of your passenger window was a figure, and as you squinted you realized it was a man. He was waving his hands at you, mouthing something. You cracked the window just a bit, only enough to talk through.

“Would you like me to get help?”

His voice was smooth, and there was a slight accent there, but it was faint. You swallowed, nervous, but you decided that you feared what was after you more than you feared this man.

“I need to get my car out of this ditch. I have to leave here as soon as possible,” you said over the rain.

He nodded and pointed down the street.

“There’s a house not far from here. A woman lives there. I can go use her phone if you’d like,” he suggested.

You quickly opened the door, stepping out of the car, almost falling into the ditch in the process, and nearing him.

“N-no, I can come with you. I can use her phone myself,” you hurried to say.

You didn’t want to be alone, and you looked around, suddenly remembering that something had run across the road, causing you to crash in the first place. You looked back up at him, and he nodded.

“Alright.”

You walked alongside him, relieved when the rain let up. If you were back at school, there was no way you’d walk with some strange man in the middle of the night, but this was Greendale. The only bad thing that ever happened here was deals with the devil, apparently.

As you walked with him, you found yourself eyeing him. He was incredibly handsome, probably the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life. His dark hair was slightly curly, almost boyish in a way that complimented his sharp features nicely and contrasted against his fair complexion. He was tall, and with a start you noticed how nicely he was dressed.

A nice red silk shirt hugged his frame while equally nice black slacks and shoes covered his lower half. You looked at his hair again, and noticed that it seemed undisturbed by the rain, which was more than you could say for yourself. Upon a closer look, you realized the same was true for his clothes. It was like the rain just slid right off of him. You suddenly blinked, glancing over your shoulder and noticing that your car was the only thing there.

Where did he come from?

You suddenly stopped, and he took three more steps before he stopped too. He turned to face you, tilting his head to the side as he eyed you. His dark eyes were unyielding as he stared you down, and your stomach started to churn.

“Where is your car?”

He raised an eyebrow, the faintest of smirks on his pink lips.

“Car? No, I don’t have one. Never cared for them, really…”

“Then…how did you get here? What were you doing out here?”

His smirk morphed into a smile as he clasped his hands together behind his back.

“Why I was looking for my bride, of course.”

The way he said that struck something in you, and you took a step back.

“You see, a promise was made to me that once she reached a certain age, she would be mine…”

“No,” you whispered with wide eyes, tripping over your feet as you backed up.

“…but I got wind that she was trying to run off before the wedding,” he said with a grin.

You turned and ran, only to run into a chest. You pushed yourself away from him with a scream before darting across the road into the trees. Sticks cracked beneath your feet as you tore through the trees, the darkness around you threatening to trap you for the devil that was on your feet. You hissed when a branch caught the skin of your cheek, tears and rain mixing with your blood.

Something suddenly tripped you, and you landed on your hands and knees. You struggled to stand, sobbing as you did so, but when you did, he was there. You raised your eyes, your gaze connecting with his as you shook your head.

“Your parents could have better prepared you for this, no?” he began as he started to circle you. “They could have brought you up in worship of me. Primed you for this day. It was the perfect opportunity to gift me with the perfect bride.”

“Please,” you begged, mirroring his movements, afraid to take your eyes off of him.

“No, instead they try to fight it, fight the pact they made with me,” he hissed to himself, anger on his beautiful features.

You wanted to be sick.

“I…I have two more days-.”

“Oh, what does that matter when you’ve been promised to me?” he scoffed, stepping towards you.

You took a step back.

“You’ll just spend these next 48 hours trying to come up with a way to get away from me. We both know it,” he whispered.

“I’ll-I’ll do anything. I’ll find you someone else, someone who wants to be your bride-.”

“…and you don’t?”

The boyish smirk was back, and he tilted his head to the side. You frantically shook your head as you took another step back.

“Really? I find that quite amusing…considering you were rather welcoming of my touch the other night.”

Your eyes widened as you registered his words, realizing that it was him all along who’d been in your dreams. A shudder traveled through you, remembering the way that fire had been lit inside of you for the first time in your life. Was he leaving the bruises and scratch marks too?

“Of course, I did,” he answered your mental question, and you gulped. “Consider it to have been a…preview of sorts of what’s to come.”

He took another step forward.

“I…”

“You were tailor made for me, dear. I extinguished all of your desires long ago so that the only touch to please you…would be mine,” he purred, stepping towards you.

You took another stumbling step back, body almost paralyzed with fear. He was only inches away from you, now, and he pouted at you as he reached up to brush his finger along your wet face.

“It would be a shame to let my work go to waste.”

He lightly shoved his hand against your shoulder, and you fell back. Only instead of landing on wet earth, you found yourself landing on a soft bed. You scrambled to sit up, pushing yourself to your knees, and you yelped when you felt him at your back. You turned around, but he wasn’t there.

You looked around the dimly lit room, lit torches lining the space, casting light onto the large dark bed. It was warm, but not overly so. It was the kind of warm that settled within you, heating you up from the inside out rather than the outside in. Tears kissed your eyes as you wondered where you were. Some part of you already knew.

You felt a faint touch on your arm…like butterflies, and you spun around again. You came face to face with nothing.

“Tell me, Y/N…”

His voice was in your ear, and you found yourself paralyzed.

“Haven’t you ever fantasized about the pleasures of the flesh?”

His hands wrapped around your arms, pulling your back into his chest. You could feel the hard planes through your jacket, and you knew that he was bare. You blinked, leaning away from him, but he followed, brushing his nose along your ear.

“Has the complete animalistic carnality of it all ever plagued your thoughts?”

You closed your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m the only one who could ever fulfill that for you, you know?”

He tilted his head, and his lips brushed against your cheek. Burning cedar filled your nose, and your eyes fluttered.

“It’s because you were made for me in every literal sense of the word. Before you were even conceived, you belonged to me. You bore my mark from the day you were born,” he purred.

He reached up to brush his fingers along said mark, and you lazily wondered when he removed your clothes. You could feel the bare skin of his chest pressing against your equally naked back.

“You are mine, Y/N, and I do not like losing things that belong to me,” he firmly said, gripping your jaw as he turned your head to face him.

You trembled in his arms, and he wiped your tears away.

“Although I suppose I can’t blame you for trying to elude me. Your silly little parents failed you. I suppose I will have to punish them for not properly preparing you for this day, but that can wait…”

He tilted your head back, dragging his lips down the side of your neck. You felt him smirk against your skin as you softly moaned.

“I have all the time in the world for that, but for now…”

He turned you around, brushing his nose against your own.

“I wish to bring my bride to be over the edge again and again and again,” he murmured.

He laid you down, giving you no time to process what was happening as he covered your trembling frame with his own. His lips were suddenly everywhere, leaving a fire in their wake. He reached up to take your hands and place them on his head, fingers tangling through his dark locks as he kissed down your stomach.

He kissed every part of you that he could think of, and a gasp escaped you when he finished by parting your legs and pressing his lips against the most sensitive part of you before crawling up the bed. You pressed your hands against his chest, pushing against him and he pulled back to look down at you with a frown.

“I…”

“How silly of me to think that you’d accepted your fate. After all, you are in my bed, naked, and beneath me. You are simply out of time, my dear,” he said, kissing along your neck.

“Please-.”

You cut yourself off when he gripped your hair, hard, and you winced. His teeth grazed your neck before finding their way to your ear.

“I can be a most doting dark lord and husband…so long as you devote yourself to me in every single way, hmm?” he mockingly said.

He settled himself in between your legs, and you shuddered as you felt his hard length brush against your thigh.

“…but if you fail to do that in any way…daddy will be very, very angry,” he slowly whispered into your ear.

You swallowed, staring at the flames that were now above you.

“Do we have an understanding…my queen?”

You nodded, and his grip tightened, causing you to gasp.

“I like verbal confirmations,” he demanded.

“I understand,” you whispered back.

There was a brief pause before he eventually let go, pressing one hand into the pillow beside your head while the other reached in between you.

“Good,” he purred.

He filled you without warning. You yelped, reaching up to dig your nails into his skin, and he only moaned in response. He froze above you for a moment, basking in the feel of you wrapped around him. He leaned down to softly brush his lips along yours, and your eyes fluttered again, before he pulled back. Your harsh breaths filled the room as you fought to get used to the feel of him.

The sting brought tears to your eyes, and you had no choice but to hold onto him. He hummed into your mouth, rolling his hips into yours as he pinned you to the bed. Every stroke stroked the fire within you, pulling moans and gasps from your lips as you made sense of what was happening to you.

“The next two days shall she be spent like this,” he whispered against your lips. “I will take you a thousand times over until you can hardly move. I’ll completely break you until the mere memory of me inside of you brings you to your knees.”

You moaned into his mouth, his words going straight to your core.

“You will not leave this bed until the day of your birth, and on that day…”

He paused to let out a low moan, dark hair brushing along his forehead.

“On that day you shall become my queen. We will have a grand unholy wedding with every being who matters in attendance to witness the coronation.”

You pressed your nails into his back as the bed rocked with your movements.

“Wouldn’t you like that?”

Afraid to say anything other than words of agreement, you nodded.

“I…I think so,” you panted.

“You think so? No, no,” he murmured. “That won’t do.”

He slowed his thrusts, dragging his cock against your dripping walls in a lazy manner. You threw your head back, lips parting in a silent moan, and he chuckled darkly.

“You’re in hell, now, my dear. You can indulge in anything you could possibly ever want,” his voice was hypnotizing.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he leaned down to wrap his lips around a hardened bud. One hand dragged down your stomach to play between the neat patch of curls in between your legs. You jerked underneath him as he pressed his thumb against you.

“You still fear me…as you should but give it time. Soon enough, you’ll come to crave me just as I have craved for you all these years.”

You wrapped your legs around him, and he grinned down at you.

“Yes,” he hissed, the sound echoing around the room like a thousand snakes. “Your parents might have failed to mold you into the perfect bride, but I’ll take my time doing what they didn’t.”

“What…what are you…going to do to them?” you panted, sweat clinging to your skin.

“It shouldn’t concern you, pet,” was his low answer.

“But-.”

“Doesn’t it anger you to know that they just kept you blind, blithely unaware of your fate? Hmm?”

“They-they were scared-.”

You cut yourself off with a moan when he pushed his knees underneath your thighs.

“They were cowards. Idiotic cowards to boot. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about them. You are in my care, now, and I will take good care of you…”

You felt something building low in your stomach, and your eyes widened. You tightened your grip on him as he kept his pace steady, eyes widening even further when his dark gaze suddenly bled to crimson. For a moment, you’d almost forgotten whose bed you were in.

“Such a pretty thing you are when you’re about to cum around me,” his voice was deeper, ominous, and it echoed throughout the room.

Your moans grew louder, legs trembling as you screwed your eyes shut. You felt yourself fall, a ringing in your ears and an inferno roaring within you that had you clenching around him. You felt his eyes on you, watching you as you came undone, and you were not surprised to see a sinister grin when you opened your eyes.

Exhaustion filled you, and you blinked. He tilted his head at you as he tutted, gripping your chin to tilt your head up.

“No, no, my dear. You have all of eternity to rest. My words were true when I said I’m going to break you…”

He gripped your legs, throwing them over his shoulder as his red gaze bore into yours.

“…and I’m just getting started.”

~

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[tottymatsuno]

To Say Three Words (Osomatsu-san: Prince!Todomatsu x Reader) Oneshot

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: fluff, prince au, romance

Rating: G

Summary: you fall in love with the last prince

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Monarchy apologism (fic specific)

Commentary: prince au. hes cute. this one was one of my least popular fics on ao3 but i kinda dont care lol.

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You were not a princess, not a duchess or even lady in waiting. There was no noble blood, you came not from even an aristocratic linage. You were simply a lowly chambermaid with a silly crush.

Of course it was silly, ask any of the other girls annoyed about it. Why like him when he was so plain and unobtainable?

While these girls will admit, Todomatsu is charming, he has four or five depending on your personal tastes older brothers worth going after more than him. Especially the Ice Prince Ichimatsu, or even the so called Painful Prince is often squabbled over. While ever few ladies sought after Choromatsu they outnumbered you a great deal since it seems like you're the only one interested in Todomatsu.

Prince Todomatsu could often be described as charming but a snake. Which is perhaps the very reason why only you have an intense infatuation for him.

Dazzling like the glint of scales catching the light, his mouth poised in a smile to hint of the venom of his bite, Todomatsu enchanted and intimidated you. Perhaps you were the only one to see underneath his deception, you understand him a bit better than others because you admire him so. Todomatsu would like to be seen as non-threatening, but there is a cold and calculating nature that lies below that.

However how could the sixth prince be as evil as they say when you see his altruism go unnoticed, you’ve witnessed him resolve the conflicts within the kingdom, you’ve heard his passionate and practical solutions for the people’s problems, you know of his greedy nature and yet he advocates for the taxes to be lessened when the harvests do not yield high. Todomatsu was the one who said, “Why not give the serfs better equipment if theirs keeps breaking?” The sixth prince loudly disagreed with warring with the neighboring kingdoms, and it was the youngest prince who suggested the castle’s surplus of grain be distributed to the peasants.

Yet Todomatsu, your beloved never once asks for attention for these kind actions and you don’t understand why. If he were truly the man you’d been warned against then why is Todomatsu so sweet? When you listen to the rumors of his ill nature and foul temperament they are in relation to his more loved brothers. Oh, how could the unwanted youngest slight the second prince Karamatsu on his Royal Navy regalia! Prince Karamatsu sewed that emblem on with the seamstresses himself, working for hours to learn how to dye the textiles as well, the maids cried when gossiping.

You paid it no mind, because while it was a nice gesture for Prince Karamatsu to go down and learn embroidery, those same seamstresses diverted a vast amount of time and resources to teach him those skills and worked extra hard to fix his many mistakes. This cut them back from valuable time mending the clothes for others. And most importantly it was narcissistic and gaudy to embroider your own visage to your expensively crafted clothes. The designer of Prince Karamatsu’s many outfits must be depressed by now.

“I couldn’t imagine Prince Todomatsu being so thoughtless.” You said in his defense, which made you lose favor with other chambermaids.

The first time you met Prince Todomatsu was several years back, and you’ve always been accompanied by another maid since you were just starting out in the castle. You’ve worked hard to gain some slight status, and after a very long vetting process you were allowed in his chambers alone. When you first met Prince Todomatsu you were awestrucked at his kind smile, he was nothing like you were told. Yes, you could see his two facedness in the way he regarded you with a slight apprehension versus his veteran maid.

When you greet him in the morning you do so much more enthusiastically than the other princes. You have a clear favorite, and yes you try very hard to stay around when it’s not suspicious because you love to watch the youngest prince interact with others. The way he acts around his brothers is so much fun to see, so you finally understand what the appeal of the brothers are now that you realize Todomatsu’s your brightest star.

Once as you were changing his sheets, Prince Todomatsu beckoned you to help undress him for the morning. It was your first time alone with the youngest prince, and your heart was unmistakably set ablaze as you peeled off his layers of intricate fabric. Undressing Todomatsu should be routine by now, and this certainly isn’t the first time you’ve this either. But it was always with your more experienced mentor, so when alone it’s become much more intimate. Your fingers tremble and you try not to touch his bare skin more than necessary, and you especially try not to notice how soft Prince Todomatsu’s skin is compared to your own.

Your fingers are callous and rough…you feel very embarrassed now. You keep your mouth firmly shut because if you utter a peep it shall expose thoughts that are best kept within fantasy.

He hummed lightly as your made quick work of his clothes, it wasn't until he was in his undergarments that your face flushed and you had to look away.

Todomatsu laughed so charmingly at your embarrassment, asking "Do you like me?"

To which you replied, "Of course, my lord! More than anyone!" With your face still burning. You finished dressing the prince before turning and running away.

That was a month ago.

You had no wish to marry Todomatsu, the dream of it scorched your mind knowing that could never be. But as you dream some nights the two of you would have a cottage and a life happy together. That is an unfortunate dream since the kingdom would soon fall than rather lose the only true sensible royal.

The other chamermaids send you to Prince Todomatsu's room as often as is permitted. He doesn't know your name, but he can recognize the sound of your footfalls as you approach him in his vast room.

"Hello, my little canary." He sighs out wistfully, sitting on the edge of his bed still wearing his night clothes.

"How are you today, Your Royal Highness?" You ask setting down this clean linen before briefly curtseying.

"You don't have to act so formally with me anymore," Todomatsu says kindly, but his eyes glint with mischief. "Call me Totty like all the other girls."

You pick back up the basket and slowly walk over to Todomatsu. "Is that really okay?" You ask with uncertainty. You wouldn't want to make it a habit and get caught doing that in front of someone a much higher ranking than you.

"Who's to tell you what you can't call me when I've given you my permission?" His voice is so light and sweet, something about his obviously spoiled attitude makes you swoon.

"Alright…Totty."

Todomatsu smiles cutely and motions for you to come to him. Never one to turn down your favorite prince, you quicken your pace to him.

"Closer." He says as you stand in front of him. "No, come closer than that!" You inch forward more.

"I demand for you to get close to me!" Todomatsu childishly whines. You set the basket back down and move as closely as possible to the sitting prince.

Todomatsu stares into your eyes, gently reaching a hand out to caress your face.

"You're beautiful." You murmur when your eyes involuntarily close as his delicate fingers brush your cheek. These sort of moments have become much more frequent than you could have ever wished for, each morning and each moment spent with Prince Todomatsu leaves you drunk off of infatuation.

"One could say the same for you." Todomatsu giggles lightly. "I have a proposition for you." He continues.

You open your eyes, confused. Your heart begins to speed up, when the words click together in your mind.

"Yes?" You say hopefully.

"Be my mistress."

Your mouth opened then closed as Todomatsu began to speak. "I can't marry you, but I promise if you become mine I will never take a wife. I'll spoil you endlessly." The look in his eyes meant he was serious. “It’s unlikely I’ll become the crown Prince, and to be honest I feel more comfortable as a duke more than anything. Since there’s six of us that takes some of the pressure off of me, but I wouldn’t be able to provide for you if I completely disengaged with my family.” Your prince explains quietly.

“Since I have felt your touch, I have known a longing like none other. I would rather die than to live without you, so please.” Todomatsu tells you sweeter than any jam you’ve tasted.

You have finally found your voice, "Totty, I would want nothing more than to be yours." Todomatsu cheered as you began, "But I wish to be courted properly. Do you even know my name?"

"Y/N." He says confidently, "I've asked around about you. I can't believe you thought I wouldn't know my own favorite songbird's name?" He says with mirth.

"But if you wish to be courted, that's fine with me! I'd love to romance you properly." He winks at you.

You lean into his touch, even wrapping your calloused hands around Todomatsu's delicate fingers. "Oh, Totty…" You sigh out sweetly.

"Yes, my dearest?"

His response was so simple but incredibly meaningful to you.

His dearest. Todomatsu's dearest.

You drift lower until you're face to face. "Sire, if I might be so bold as to request a kiss from my beloved?"

Todomatsu takes you by the waist, laughing as he pulls you into the bed with him. "Beloved you say? I wonder who that might be!" He teases you, still laughing.

After the initial shock of being in a prince's arms, let alone his bed, you almost cautiously begin to giggle too. Soon as the laughter dies down, you stare into Todomatsu's big expressive brown eyes.

He flushes under your gaze, before slowly speaking. "About…about the kiss?"

He asks with too much uncertainty as if he thought you jest when you asked for it.

"Do you still wish to kiss me?" Todomatsu asks so vulnerably.

"Yes, of course!" With your enthusiasm, you accidentally bump noses with Todomatsu.

He snorts, "Like this, silly." With one hand removed from your waist to tilt your chin towards him gently. The kiss is everything you ever imagined; if Todomatsu was truly a charming snake then his lips shall be the venom that finds you to your grave.

His lips brushed against yours slowly, so softly that you could barely register them aside from the tickley sensation.

You want to say three little words, just three to confess your devotion...but it's much too early. Todomatsu seems to be the sort that scares off easily.

Instead you say with a giddy smile, "I am yours."

"I am yours in return, my canary."

[dyed-red]

*froths at the mouth* Society if Lucifer were played with S5’s temperament and personality!!! I’m gonna kill Bucklemming.

You and me both but also, please direct your attention to the two latest posts I reblogged because they're giving me all sorts of thoughts about Dean and lucifer.

Dean and lucifer isn't honestly something I think about that much because my head is full to the brim with thoughts of Sam and lucifer buuuuuut -

I need it like air.

Dean's first view of lucifer was in the future, in Sam's skin, and that will always be his model for Lucifer, his first glimpse. I win, so I win. Cold, confident, controlled. But baby brother, still in there, still feeling this.

Dean's gotta have this deep literally existential fear of lucifer, of him as the devil, the embodiment of rebellion and creator of demons. But more even of him getting his claws in Sam. He's seen it, seen Sam after years of lucifer in his skin and seen Sam the moment lucifer took him. He's literally seen the beginning and the end of lucifer-in-sam and I just -

Frothing at the mouth is about right. And I want that version of lucifer. I want him sinister and mean and leaning into Dean's space to whisper those snake-like truths that he wishes were lies right near his ear. Reminders that Sam was made for him, his one true vessel, an eternity spent together in that cage so close lucifer can taste his soul still and -

And then of course Dean would punch him. It doesn't do any damn good and lucifer gets so smug about it but for that one split second it felt good to let go, crack open his knuckles bloody on that smirking visage.

Meanwhile of course if we had a properly characterised lucifer this would still all be incidental to Sam and lucifer. Sam would also be witnessing lucifer whisper these reminders and this possessiveness over his body and soul and this deep discomfort settles at the base of his spine and in his bones but --

But Dean is the one to punch lucifer and Sam is the one biting his anger back and he doesn't know if he's being protected or sidelined and he doesn't have any anger left to spare for dean but -

Here they are at the end of the world with God telling them they have to work with lucifer and sometimes he's not entirely sure what's real. So he sits in the dark with Dean by his side and cuts his palms and bides his time because this time lucifer isn't going back to the cage this time they're killing him and Sam will be the one to do it.