#you lying SOB

[demialwrites]

Familiar Instrument

You're loitering around Tseng's desk, handing in paperwork when the door opens. It's the man, himself. He locks the door behind him, which quietly rings alarm bells in your mind. You watch him as he approaches you. His expression is purposely neutral; you can tell. He leans in for a kiss, even starting to close his eyes. Even though you know something's up, you still prepare to kiss him back.

He pulls back at the last second, leaving you pouting.

“Your paperwork has been sloppy recently. It’s a shame that I'll have to punish you.”

You quickly spin around to face him as he walks past you and he sits behind his desk. A punishment…? Ah, so that's what this is about. You're silent for a moment, surprised. Then you remember not seeing anyone in Turk HQ today. You're alone with him and there's no chance of being caught. You go to say something but he's faster.

“Come sit.”

His tone is similar to when he orders a subordinate but his cheeks are a shade darker. You round the desk and sit on his lap. He puts his hands on you, firmly, then maneuvers you so that you're sitting diagonally. Tseng runs one of his gloved hands over the area between your legs. You hum, hoping for more but you don't move. He's trained you better than that. He then removes the glove from that same hand and it splats on the desk with a soft pap.

“Unzip yourself.”

You want him to do it. But him making you do it is probably part of the punishment.

“If you want this, you have to do it yourself.”

He's using that professional tone, again. Which should be fine except you know you'll be thinking of this moment next time you're on a mission together. Damnit. You try to ignore your heated cheeks as you unzip the front of your uniform trousers. Tseng waits in silence, making the sound seem louder than it is and making you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

“I see you can do this much,” he says evenly. “Yet your writing is sloppy as hell.”

It's then that you realize that you don't even know what he's going to do, yet you're obeying him without question. He has trained you well. Your sense of smell welcomes the familiar leather glove as he presses it to your mouth.

“You can bite as hard as you like.”

That surprises you, but then again, you’ve learned that he’s okay with taking damage to his professional image if he’s the one making the decision.

“...but keep it down,” he warns.

Shit. Okay.

Tseng moves your underwear and inserts a single finger, slowly sliding it inside, holding your gaze with a faint, but knowing smile. It has you captivated because he knows how to play your body like a master with a familiar instrument. He tightens his hand over your mouth at the same time his thumb makes contact with your clit, knowing you'll let out a quiet, satisfied moan.

Tseng's fingers stop. Your disappointed shock gives him time to pick up the landline phone using the hand from your mouth and press a speed dial button. When he puts the receiver to his ear, you can't help straining to listen. It's definitely a man's voice. The finger inside and the thumb on your clit squeezes together as a warning: be good.

“Yes, Sir. About the…”

There's only one man he's that relaxed about calling ‘Sir.’ Tseng presses the speakerphone button, then places the handset back in its cradle. That hand goes back around your mouth.

“Am I on speakerphone?” asks President Rufus.

“Yes, Sir,” Tseng replies smoothly. “I'm currently multitasking.”

His fingers return to playing your body, making your hips rise to press into his touch. His other hand smothers a gasp. As long as you keep quiet, he allows you to wiggle around as much as you like.

“I see.” The president hesitates but then he continues as if it's business as usual. Tseng continues to finger you while you pant into his glove. He only stops to add a second finger. Every time the president's voice comes clear and deep from the speaker, you clench involuntarily around the stroking fingers. When he says something particularly lazily self-assured, ending with vocal fry, it goes straight to your clit. It's not about any attraction to the man or hearing his voice but the risk that he might hear you. It's a wonder how submitting to Tseng makes things a turn-on that normally wouldn't be.

Tseng continues the discussion, gazing down at you lazily and in complete control. The angle of his face causes shadows under his high cheekbones. It deepens the severity of his expression, making him look like a scolding school teacher. He uses a digging motion as if trying to dig an orgasm out of you. You whine quietly, shifting around and biting the leather glove. He squeezes his hand to your face harder until your mouth is sloppy with saliva.

Tseng gives you that half-smirk that annoys you but also drives you wild. He recognizes your ‘about to orgasm’ face and suddenly stops again. You're furious, mouth slack behind his glove, knowing that you can't make a sound in protest. You try to get his attention with a what the fuck face but he ignores it.

“Yes, Sir,” he says.

The call is about to wrap up. Tseng hurries you off his lap. He bends you over the desk. He's part-way through pulling your suit trousers down, along with your underwear, when the president says, “Actually, I want you to come up to my office. I want fresh eyes on a particular report.”

Tseng hesitates, stopping himself from sighing out loud.

“Of course, Sir.”

He has to leave, of course. You can't help a tiny smirk because at least you got some and he got none. Tseng spots this and smacks your bare ass with his bare hand before heading towards the door.

“Stay there. I'll be back. Wait for me or I'll make your punishment worse.”

Tseng stares back a moment longer, sucking his fingers clean before closing the office door. You're left pulling your bottoms up slowly, the hand mark already starting to sting.

[erabu-san]

alhaitham in your style is making me go feral please please please can i ask for haitham doodles

thank you and have a good day/night and continue making bloody amazing art <333

glad you like him in my artstyle !! here for youuu

[mosaickiwi]

Fall Unto Me (part three)

Part one, part two

I said I was on break but then a lot of things immediately fell out of my brain cause of stress so now I feel silly... sowweeeeee 🤡 Part four WILL be the last part I swear. If you see more Angel!Angel and Demon!Ren from me after that (and da infodump if i get to it) genuinely tell me to shut the FUCK up!!!

yes i am probably writing the NSFW version it'll be in my compendium post if it happens

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Your resolve was getting harder to hold on to, but you kept it. This would be the last time. You couldn't part from heaven again after returning. Atonement was waiting for you, eternal devotion to your duty right after.

Another few weeks went by as you stayed with Ren a little longer, the sea of flowers outside your bedroom window changing little by little each day. So many of them were already fully blooming, most of their petals stretched open to show off a myriad of colors while others curled inwards to hide from you. Practically a taunting mockery with how they took their time. As if insulted you would dare leave once they painted the horizon with their beauty.

It made it all the more painful that you'd never see them again. Or the companion that now felt like a piece you'd been missing.

Something about that encroaching deadline had affected the devil, too. Ren was calmer in some ways. They still brought you gifts and knowledge like usual, but he seemed to be taking his time just like the flowers. Simple answers to your curiosities became thorough while he held you close and urged you to ask more questions about whichever object took interest. 

He'd offered to revisit trinkets you loved as well. Until you were as familiar with using them as he was. You couldn't understand it. 

Your time together was draining away by the second. Didn't they want to make exciting memories? No matter how much you enjoyed it, mastery over human instruments or crafts served no purpose. Heaven wouldn't let you bring those things home, nor could you ask a higher power to recreate them for leisure.

Maybe your love was in denial of your departure. Or maybe spending little mundane, quiet days and nights together like this was their way of coming to terms with it.

Today, you chose to fiddle with one of the oldest gifts while chatting with him. The sun was just beginning to set, casting the room in the faded, flaming gold hue you'd only now gotten used to. 

“—Love?” He was calling you, the end of his tail swaying gently in front of your face to get your attention. You’d missed a few words.

“Hm?”

“You've gotten much better at this,” the pink haired devil hummed above you. His chin was resting atop your head as they cradled you in their lap on a frayed rug, his back against the bottom of the couch.

You looked over your work. The woven red string wrapped around and through your fingers took the shape of a pointed star. You knew real stars looked differently, but the human interpretation was interesting.

“Truly, it’s better than before,” you said with wholehearted agreement. The first time you'd tried—only on the third day of your visit to earth—had simply tangled the string to a knotted mess stuck upon your fingers for Ren to deal with while you apologized, embarrassed beyond belief. 

The patterns they taught you were almost easy thanks to your afternoon of trying. You unwound the string and painstakingly wound it again into one that often graced your practice: an angel. He'd been particularly smug about teaching you the motions of that one.

“An impressive self portrait,” Ren joked and squeezed you tighter in their embrace. “Although it'll take more than some thread to capture your divine beauty.”

Naturally, you rolled your eyes even though the soul it was meant for couldn't see it. A mortal gesture you'd gotten the hang of quicker than anything, as he so favored innocent teasing before expressing his deepest sincerities.

You untangled the string and tossed it to the side, then turned in their lap to make a face this time for their benefit. “I’ll do a painting, then. I’ve had enough of this toy.”

He relaxed his hold long enough for you to wander across the room in search of new distractions, but innocently called after you, “We’ll have to light quite a few candles for you to see well. Unless you plan to have me mix paints for you in the dark.” A second passed before he spoke again. “It’d be a pleasant surprise, I’m sure.” 

“Something else?” you replied, making a swift turn towards the bookshelves. You came back with a couple of novels and sat beside them with your treasure. “Is this really all you want to do? You’ve read every book here before.” 

Even the books he’d bought with strange, flimsy paper currency for you, Ren had said so casually, were already familiar territory. Tedium hardly described how boring you thought these weeks must be for him. But he never objected to anything you chose, as long as you both stayed close to home during the day. 

And you always kept your wings hidden in case a human roamed nearby. You'd never seen one come close to the cabin, or even the field of flowers, but he insisted your safety—and proximity to them—was of utmost priority. It was hard to remember the last time you let loose your wings at all after walking on the beach with him. They interrupted your thoughts once more.

“My sweet, delicate angel, I’ve had all the time in the world to do anything I want.” Their blue eyes narrowed with a smile as they spoke and you knew more teasing was coming. “We could even sit here in silence all night, if you asked me nicely.”

“How kind of you, my darling demon,” you teased them back. 

Another jesting response in his gaze faded to something different as you pulled him down for a kiss, gently at first. The books you’d brought over lay forgotten, soon shoved under the couch in favor of your new activity.

Kissing the demon you called yours felt like second nature now. There was no sting that ever came, no homesick aching in your back anymore. Only the flood of tender emotions he gave you, tainted by your own guilt and fears of parting from him.

You needed more. A stronger distraction. Your hand on his shirt tightened, determined to keep him. To stay in this moment as long as possible.

Ren exhaled, a muttering of blasphemous praise you dare not repeat whispered from his lips to yours, along with one word. A word that sounded odd to your ears. 

You'd heard it countless times over the months, but it didn't feel strange until after the first kiss you shared. He must have said it earlier, too, when you were occupied with that damned little red string. Demonic language was much different, it certainly wasn’t that at all. And the sounds of the word did feel similar to mortal languages, but nothing came to mind. So naturally, you could only assume it to be another of their pet names, but…

The thought fell to the side as you focused on him. He was all that needed to matter right now.

Their comforting warmth that called of your sacred home, your nails curling into the bottom of his shirt just to fall lower, an iron, almost nectar-like taste that flowered on your tongue—did you bite him this time? It felt good. 

Desperately, you brushed your hand over his thigh, getting dangerously close to where you knew things risked going further. You caught yourself and froze. You wanted him, you’d known since that day in the rain. In every way a being could yearn for another’s love. And of course he felt the same. But could you really go home if it happened? 

“Before I…” The words hung in the air and what remained weighed in your throat. Before I leave. Departure was looming on the horizon, sure as the sun would rise tomorrow. You dare not mention it to the one you loved again. You opened your eyes to meet theirs, cautiously as you wondered, “Is this alright?”

“Yes,” they answered, longing clear as the evening sky in his voice. “I couldn’t bear—or ever want—to deny you. Little angel, all you desire of me is yours to take.”

Without another word you did just that. You thought nothing of the faint, staggered line you felt under your fingertips that seemed to start somewhere along his shoulder blade as you lifted the shirt away and pushed him to lay on the rug. Your hands pressed their ink-stained arms flat next to the disheveled mess of pink hair and horns. Ren grinned at your audacity to pin him, but held still for your much needed exploration. 

Eyes half lidded with patient lust, mouth parted to show off pointed fangs, the devil looked to be the very picture of your sinful desires.

To be one with them, even just once, was a memory worth making. No matter what punishment waited for you at heaven’s boundary. You skimmed your fingers from the base of his collarbone, down over their stomach, and began to undo the buttons that concealed what you’d been waiting for.

[space-gutz]

oUUUGHHhh... can i have just ONE priceless gem? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 please im just a widdle international thief oughh please im so desperate for money,, i just need 1 trillion dollars please pl ease plEASE 👉👈

[scribefindegil]

the human capacity to adapt to anything is fucking me up again

[greatestjubilee]

sabelinasellen death grips album art sticker i gave away at magfest 23

[samarosina]

“favourite yunmeng shuangjie pic” blah blah blah MY FAVOURITE yunmeng shuangjie pic is where they’re lying in the grass after running from the massacre and the shape of their bodies looks like a heart

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[iniyaas]

ME RN:

[oceanatydes]

THE NEW MARRIAGE PROPOSAL SCENE???

[labyrinthhofmymind]

when i think of “lying low at lupins” or just sirius and remus reconnecting after the prisoner of azkaban, i think of wildflower and barley by hozier.

THAT SONG, is what older wolfstar sounds like. it’s the peace and quiet they get, even just for a little while. it’s the talks and communication they finally have, because they’re determined not to repeat the events of the past. it’s the touches that gradually become more, as they slowly learn about each others bodies again. it’s the hurt and the pain and the forgiveness, all the words they say now, because they know how cruel life is and how easily everything can be ripped away. it’s the laughter and the smiles and the tears and the anger and the grief, and all the emotions they’ve kept bottled up inside over the years. it’s learning to love and be loved again, learning to be touched and held, learning to let someone in, learning to learn and learn and learn.

it’s them falling in love all over again and it’s them getting their second chance and not being prepared to waste it.

listen to that song AND TELL ME that’s not older wolfstar.

[gimpwithoutorgans]

Imagining the first s3 post reconciliation argument between Louis and Lestat. Like what’s going to trigger it? Do they fall back into old habits/reactions? Do old resentments even get brought up at all? Or because of the tenuous nature of their current relationship they’re both too scared to bring up ANYTHING from their past? God forbid does Claudia get brought up???? Rolin Jones please go easy on me. I have a wife and kids

[themostsanebug]

alrighty last post for the night i promise uhhh

BAM.

howdy hi yes this is the fuckass bug you've been talking to. I HAD YOU ALL FOOLED!! I WASN'T A BUG AT ALL!!! /silly

bonus edgy ass stare so you can get a better look of my face without the nose scrunch and shit,,,,

lord im so fuckin,,, not ugly just. unique,,, /neu

[kindaasrikal]

A travesty has occurred

I forgot how to draw Morro

Send help

Immediately

[fllagellant]

If I start talking about these interactions at all I might start hyperventilating jus t look at them . Ohhhhhhhhhh

[afniel]

...and that's three spam asks just today...