#lilith's cord

[vulpinae]

God from Lilith's Cord

#i'm obsessed with this character #she's so pretty omg #lilith's cord #villain

[nhduungg]

kiss or kill 🥵💀

#lilith's cord #idk man but they have same color palette so-

[imblocking-you]

I remember reading Lilith's Cord up until like higher number of chapters back in 2020 like it has got me engaged, the art style is good, and there's some plot going on but like it's chronically horny 😭

#lilith's cord #manhwa #like i swear it's pretty fire #i just saw the manhwa again today while looking for something new to read and I was just hit with the memories #ALSO I KNEW IT WHY JUNGLE JUICE ART STYLE IS SO FAMILIAR IT'S THE SAME ARTIST AS LILITH'S CHORD LMFAO this is crazy to me guys

[nascentwaves]

Aight, added old profiles for everyone that I had 'em for, minus Kerri since her old profile was just for YGO verse. Note that some are pretty long (notably Meili, Syn, Vali, and Vhax's), so don't feel pressured to read through any in one sitting if you didn't see 'em on the old blog.

#ooc #the decision to condense 'em into bite-sized versions is ultimately better #how did i write so much before skdjfh #also no icons for patricia bc i lost the lilith's cord ones when my last comp crapped out

[chronosbled]

{ Finally settled on an alternate face claim for Maxwell and he’s looking very cute right now. I only have a few icons done, but at least now he’s got a bit more variety. }

#{ Jang Do Hyun from Lilith's Cord is a nice fit. } #{ At least in the beginning when he's still innocent anyway. } #{ Then he doesn't fit him at all unless I refer to how Maxwell behaves when he allows his virus to take over. } #{ I also have to do another set of these icons because he's supposed to have a red ring around the outer rim of his irises. } #{ So then I'll have a double set for him without the ring and him with the ring. } #{ But it'll be worth it hopefully! } #{ Now if only I can get his character information set up at least a little bit. Then everything would be great. } #{ But he refuses to cooperate with me in those terms. } #☣ [ ' Tԋҽ σɳҽ ɯԋσ ʅҽαԃʂ Ⴆҽԋιɳԃ ƈʅσʂҽԃ ԃσσɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Oυƚ σϝ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡

[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Grab the Ice cream

Angst

NDA

Chapter 4 < Chapter 5 > Chapter 6

Lucifer carried you in bridal style into your room. He held you very gently, not wanting to injure even more than you already were.

Charlie wanted to talk to him, to comfort her father after the battle.

But looking at him she decided against it.

He was so concentrated on protecting you, so she'd be in the way.

Lucifers eyes were all on you, not caring about his surroundings.

His wings shielding any potential danger nearby. 

This will not happen again.

…

You woke up with a pounding headache.

You winced when you opened your eyes, the pounding pain only doubled because of the sharp light.

A hand held yours tight but also so soft and gentle. With care.

The comforting feeling that creeps slowly in your chest making the headache slowly creep away.

And you already feel at home, even after what you’ve done Lucifer held you close. 

You slipped your hand out of his.

Wanting to cry at the loss from that comfort you wanted to hold on longer.

But that would be unfair, unfair to him.

after what you’ve done. You couldn't look him in the eyes.

You betrayed him, hiding the truth from him because you didn’t want this to be just the bond. 

Because you were insecure. Insecure because of Lilith, his ex-wife. Charlie spoke with you about her parents being divorced for a couple of years.

And you were afraid you couldn't be what Lilith was to him.

You were being selfish. 

You didn’t even give him a chance to decide. 

You want to hide yourself from the consequences. 

Not wanting to face Lucifer with this guilt that bubbled up in you. 

Lucifer stirred after your hand left his, his eyes softly opened.

Fluttering his eyelashes at you and it felt surreal. 

You were awake. 

And he gets a déjà vu like feeling.

It was how you two first met. Where you were hiding behind his blanket from him. It was so cute.

“Y/n?” You took a deep breath you hummed and still didn’t look him in the eyes.

You're too ashamed.

His heart squeezed, a shadow like pain making it hard for him to swallow.

A pain that you hate him, the pain of the betrayal. The betrayal he could understand in some kind of way. 

He doesn’t know it better. 

“How are you feeling?” 

He tried to act normal, but it still hurts. And you could easily see through him.

He felt betrayed. 

He felt hurt that he had to hear it from his older twin Michael with the soulmate bond. 

Lucifer knows that Michael will use it against him.

Michael was the one who hates him the most. 

The one who gave the others the Idea sending him to hell. 

The one that destroyed his joy in life. 

And when he found happiness, Michael was the one who’ll find a way to destroy this joy from his life. 

Everytime, Again and Again and Again. A never ending circle.

Lucifer tried so many times to escape the suffer Michael gave him.

But it was always a failure attempt.

And now he tried to hurt you. 

Was it his fault why you almost died? 

Will he come back to get rid of you? 

Did you hide it because you’re ashamed of him? 

Did he take it too far? 

Should he let you go? Is it that what you want?

Lucifer never felt this low in his life. 

He can't take this anymore.

His eyesight started to blurry, and tears fell on your white sheets. 

Ache.

This time you felt it, harder than ever.  

He was hurting. 

Not physical but mentally. 

He always was. 

He Tried to play it off with a small and jokes. Always working 24/7 to not think about the void that eats him from inside out. 

He started to lose himself in this void.

The void he thought he deserved. 

That’s what Michael always said to him, taunted him every night and day.

“I’m sorry.” 

Your throat hurts from the still damaged vocal cord. it was hard to speak but Lucifer needs that apology.

The biggest of them all.

Your voice was hoarse, and you chugged down the water which he laid next to you.

Looking at the water reflection of you and him. 

You looked horrible. 

But Lucifer looked way worse. His hair was a mess and his eye bags were almost pure black. A whole contrast to his skin color.

Your words didn’t seem to be heard by him. 

Finally, after a while you looked at him, smiling softly at him. 

You touched his hand making him snap out of his thoughts. “You should sleep. I’m sorry-“ Your voice cracked at the end; but still you were not the victim here. 

Lucifer was hurting and you felt it deep in your heart. The burning feeling in your heart felt like acid.

The burning consumed your chest which made it even harder to breathe.

The guilt of it is tearing you apart. 

You hid something so precious to him. 

He treated you like a princess, giving you clothes, a space to live, healed you. And the only thing that you did was lying through your gritted teeth. 

And he’s still here in this very room, taking care of you and never leaving your side while you were out. 

Protecting you.

Ache. 

His frown only deepened when you told him to leave so he stood up and left, not even glancing at you.

...

Lucifer closed the door behind him. 

He whines and then the sobbing followed. His act slowly falling apart.

The walls he set up and thought he could break through only thickened.

Did you really not want him?

After all that happened, he can understand somehow. 

He brought you into danger, by just being his soulmate. Just because of his existence you were suffering.

That’s the reason why Lilith left him. That's why his twin hates him so much. 

That’s how he got expelled from heaven. And that’s how he’ll lose his own mate. 

As he reached his room, he didn’t spare a glance at his rubber duck collection. 

It was all useless anyway. 

He lets himself fall on his bed. A squelch left the rubber duck he had forgotten he made for you. 

He took the duck and hugged it as close as he can to his chest. Imagining it would be you.

The tears he held back started to show. Lucifer sobbed and cried for the rest of the day. 

It’s all because of him.

…

You on the other hand were sobbing too. 

He felt horrible because of you. 

You hoped that the sleep will help him a bit.

And after that you two can maybe talk this out.

Little did you know that this was so wrong.

…Time Skip… 

Time flew past, and you hadn’t seen Lucifer anywhere. 

At first it was days, then weeks and now Months. 

The aftereffects of being apart from your soulmate were harsh. 

You were way skinnier than before, and you couldn’t walk for a long period of time. Eating is hard and you were always so sleepy.

You missed your Luci so much; it has gotten so bad that if you see an apple you start to cry. 

You missed his unfunny jokes and his little rubber ducks that were laying everywhere in your room. 

Your friends in the hotel were worried about you. 

You looked so weak, so weak that they’re scared that, if they touch you, you’ll fall into dust.

So you were bed ridden for the whole days.

Sitting in your Bed you were reading a book hoping it will help with the growing pain and void you felt. 

The mark started to lose its opacity, making it seem like a faded scar. 

It hurts, 

has he already forgotten about you? 

Maybe you should pay him a visit? 

But did he even wants to see you? 

Does he miss you like you miss him? 

Someone knocked on your door very faint and softly.

You stood up walking as fast as you can to the door. Your pace was very slow. 

You opened the door revealing a worried Charlie. You never saw her like that before.

"Is everything alright?” Even your voice sounded weak. 

Charlie sighed and fiddled with the bottom of her shirt. 

“It’s about my dad…” your eyes twitched, “Wait! Before you say anything let me talk first, please.” With a deep sigh you stepped to the side inviting her in. 

“I know you both are on hard rocks but please, please talk to him. I’ve never seen him like this before. Not even after mom left. He doesn’t leave his bed anymore; he covers himself with his wings. And his wings lost so many feathers.” She sat down on the couch in the small Livingroom you had.

“He doesn’t talk to me, but he’ll talk to you. So please Y/n. I don’t want to see my own father like this, he doesn’t deserve this nor you.” 

Charlie smiled but you could see right through her. 

It was taking a huge tool on her. 

She wanted to cry. 

Vaggie stood beside her and stroked Charlies back in a comforting way.

You looked down at the almost gone mark. 

Ache. 

“I’ll go.” With a little happy dance Charlie grabbed your hand and walked with you to Lucifers front door. 

Finally you stood in front of his door. You raised your hand into a fist, but you were Hesitant.

“Everything will be alright.” 

You nod at Charlie's comforting words. That’s what you needed.

You knocked softly on his door, No respond.

You tried to open the door and it’s unlocked making you stumble forward. 

You balanced yourself out and looked around the room. 

It’s very dark in here.

You continued to look and saw him laying on his bed. 

His wings covered himself in a comforting way.

You could see through the empty spaces where his feathers should be. But almost all feathers were gone, he was physically hurting. Because of the bond you two shared.

And because you hurt him.

Stepping forward you called out his name. 

Lucifer only hugged himself tighter. 

“Stop! She hates me! she’ll never come. Stop playing with me! Please stop.” He held his head tight and his screaming are mentally hurting you. 

It sounded so sad, broken and in panic. 

He was having a panic attack. 

His breathing was uneven, and he shacked so bad. 

His first started to thrash against any near surface.

In these last days he started to hallucinate from you. How you allure him into the depth of suicide.

He realized quickly that it wasn't you. This person was so cold and had no soul.

The void he was avoiding was starting to get to him.

Rushing to his side you tumbled a couple of times. “It’s me Luci.” You tried to talk calm with him, not wanting to scare him even more. 

He looked up at you, his eyes all red and puffy. 

The eyebags under his eye only worsened than the last time and no shining into those beautiful scarlet eyes.

His slit snake eyes lost their emotions, it wasn't the beautiful scarlet you fell in love with. These were dull and without any life.

He shakes his head, thinking it was one of his illusion. He started to punch his head, he wants you not the Illusion of you.

He doesn't want to die

Not when it will hurt you. Because when he dies you'll die too. And he couldn't die in peace with the thought of you suffering

You grabbed his hand, stopping him from damaging himself even more.

“I’m here.” You whispered and took him into your arms.

"It's really me."

And then he broke, crying like a child that lost his favorite toy. Grabbing you so tight that you thought you can’t breathe anymore. 

But you didn’t care. 

The pain on your wrist slowly subsided, you didn’t even realize it was hurting in the first place.

His face was pressed in the crook of your neck, you giggle a bit as you felt his breath brushing the scar from the fight. 

“I missed you.” Lucifer muttered between his sobs. 

“I missed you too.” You let out a cry, fighting the tears that are threatening to come out. 

“And I’m so sorry that I hid it from you. I was just so scared and a fool. Please don’t leave me ever again.” 

“You don’t hate me?” He raised his head to take a look at your face. “I could never.” You said as you began to stroke his hair softly. 

You two looked at each other in the eyes deeply.

“I’m sorry.” Lucifer said, “For what-“ His lips crashed on yours, you yelped at the sudden kiss but shortly give in. 

The kiss was very passionate and slow. 

Your lips moved in rhythm, his lips were so soft, and you melted right into them. 

It felt peaceful, you felt whole and the void in your heart started to get filled with butterflies and joy. 

You belonged with him. To him and he belongs to you.

You break the kiss looking down at Lucifer who was looking at you like he just saw the light of his life. 

“I Love you Y/n.”

_____

Michael felt devastated. 

He lost to his little brat twin brother, the one he hates the most.

it was giving him a hard time in heaven. 

He threw things around him destroying the beautiful, expensive furniture.

He threw a vase at his older brother, but his older brother Azrael the death Arch angel, caught it luckily midair.

“You should calm down, geez.” Azrael put a vase back on its place. 

Michaels blue eyes were glowing as he looked at Azrael, he was mad. 

Azrael raised his hands in surrender, not wanting to deal with his childish Tantrums. 

Michael growled and pointed at a lower-class Angel. “You!”

The Angel stood straight up, “yes sir!” Michaels wings were rustling at the anger that was building up in him once again.

“Bring Lilith to me.” 

A/n: Poor baby

💫

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[princessjojo-x]

Venus Synastry

ignore the crossed out parts, that’s only for me & my chart

💝 venus conjunct venus - partners express love in the same way as one another. but sometimes it’s too much of the same energy causing partners to clash over their more challenging venus traits. this aspect works best if the venus signs aren’t in detriment or malefic.

💝 venus conjunct mars - this aspect indicates partners getting together/moving quickly. usually mars takes on the masculine role & is the one that makes the first move whilst venus acts more feminine, passive & seductive. the couple become sexual with each other quite quickly due to the guaranteed sexual attraction. however, they may get under each others skin & mars isn’t afraid to bite back.

💝 venus conjunct sun - this interaction played out differently to what i expected. firstly, the connection didn’t feel that sexual or romantic. consequently, the chemistry wasn’t strong enough to warrant any sort of longing for him. this may may be a outcome of the traditional gender roles being reversed, with the man’s femininity amplified through his venus & the woman’s masculinity amplified through her sun. secondly, i felt it was a very “all or nothing” rxship; it felt too demanding & i felt suffocated at times. however, these rxship always take on the qualities of the sign the conjunction is in. in my case, it was in aries, which would explain why i felt that way. regardless, within this rxship venus is responsible for the harmony & functionality. venus seeks attention & validation from sun.

💝 venus conjunct jupiter - partners experience joy when together. this aspect gives an element of luck financially so partners may gain financial abundance & material gain. partners are prone to a lack of discipline & overindulgence when together (overeating, overspending, laziness, partying, etc).

💝 venus conjunct lilith - possibly a secretive rxship that feels so taboo & probably is. the attraction lilith feels for venus is so deep yet toxic. lilith is repulsed yet can't keep their eyes off venus. obsession is definitely possible & venus could feel trapped really fast. there is so much sexual tension & attraction that making this synastry quite unforgettable.

💝 venus conjunct chiron - can indicate a trauma bond which is why it’s so hard for partners to to cut the cord & completely forget each other & the impact they had on them.

💝 venus conjunct juno - juno views venus as perfection personified (leo venus or taurus juno)

💝 venus conjunct north node - difficulty sustaining longevity (gemini venus or taurus nn)

💝 venus conjunct jupiter - healthy, happy rxship

💝 venus conjunct pluto - both partners feel intense emotions for eachother even when they're not together. pluto sometimes wants to control venus into only looking & thinking abt them. (sag venus)

💝 venus conjunct uranus - this aspect indicates partners getting together/moving quickly. (aquarius venus/taurrus uranus)

💝 venus opposite venus - powerful physical attraction & undeniable passion between both however mind games are possible. partners give very subtle hints & vibes to each other but there’s always one partner who is more oblivious than the other. oppositions in astrology often represent polarity, two energies in tension, pulling in opposite directions. partners have different love styles, needs, values, desires & rxship expectations. this difference can lead to conflict & misunderstandings. but this difference can also create a sense of intrigue & fascination for one another. partners are drawn to each other’s differences & find they complement each other well. the difference pushes both partners out of their comfort zones.

💝 venus square venus - unresolved trauma from both parties taint the rxship. both partners may have very different ways of showing affection & different tastes. (music, lifestyles, slightly trivial things). (aquarius/leo venus)

💝 venus square mars - this can be an awkward aspect in friendships bc there’s a bizarre sexual & touchy tension that neither partners are comfortable with. mars can come off a little too strong & possessive with venus. this behaviour from mars makes venus feel repulsed & venus may distance themselves. not to mention, harsh aspects (square/opposite) between venus & mars creates strong s3xual attraction but creates obstacles & challenges within rxship too. unfavourable aspects between venus & mars is a sign of a rxship possibly turning very toxic if the parties involved do not have the emotional intelligence & maturity needed to work through their differences. (leo/aquarius/scorpio venus or mars)

💝 venus opposite pluto - instability (gemini venus/ scorpio pluto)

💝 venus square pluto - creates a lot of sexual tension between the two. pluto becomes very possessive & jealous over venus, even if they’re not together, pluto will act like venus is theirs. however, pluto tends to be very lowkey abt their feelings it’s rare anyone will notice. (aqua/leo pluto or virgo/pisc venus)

💝 venus square eros - lack of common ground (leo/aqua eros or scorpio/taurus venus)

💝 venus square saturn - painful aspect. saturn feels like they’re babysitting venus. venus feels misunderstood & isn’t able to express themselves. saturn restricts venus from being able to express any kind of loving venus like nature. (virgo/pisces venus or leo/aquarius saturn)

💝 venus square ascendant - asc is not just how you look but how you act too, so venus dislikes how asc acts & carries themselves. partners have different social preferences or lifestyles which causes tension or discomfort. partners sweep problems under the carpet to maintain harmony but overtime this turns into hate & resentment. if asc is a man & venus is a woman, this aspect will cause her to view him as not manly enough. for example, she might not like how he handles conflict, doesnt see him as ambitious enough, etc. (leo/aquarius asc or libra/aries venus)

💝 venus trine saturn - found in many long term rxships (libra/aquarius venus or capricorn/virgo saturn)

💝 venus square neptune - doubts from venus preventing trust (leo/aquarius neptune or taurus/scorpio venus)

💝 venus square saturn - a very binding aspects regardless of how much partners love or hate one another. however, venus is going to feel frozen & very misunderstood. venus is restricted from expressing lighthearted affection & is giving negative undertones from saturn. also, this aspect indicates a slow burn rxship & taking a long time to finally get together. (leo/aquarius saturn of virgo/pisces venus)

#astro notes #astrology #astrology synastry #astro observations #venus synastry

[megumiivs]

office hours ♡

T.A.!choso x student!reader

mdni 18+ content

ೃ⁀➷ content: p in v, creampie, praise kink, dumbification if u squint, no plot ¡! ❞

how did you get here, bent over the desk, face pressed into the wooden desk and legs spread open like a whore for him? for choso, your T.A. you had come for office hours for fucks sake. but god, the way he was pounding your cunt was too good to make you care about your grade. the homework in your bag all but forgotten. papers that were previously organized neatly on the desk were messily strewn all over the floor, a result of choso’s harsh thrusts.

“fuuuckkk” he groaned, slowing down and pulling out to look down at the ring of white around his dick. “so fucking good, baby. you’re such a good fucking girl.” he slowly slides back in admiring the way your pussy sucked him back in. god, his head was spinning from the feel of your tight, hot pussy. “taking me so well, baby.”

the praise makes you whine as you tighten up around nothing. he slides his hands over your chest, touching and massaging your boobs as he begins to pick up the pace, angling his hips so he could go deeper. you moan at the feeling, bucking your hips back eagerly to meet his thrusts.

“more, cho, please” you cry out. “don’t stop, dont stop.” god, he was so deep. you can feel him hit your cervix with each thrust. the only thing on your mind right now was his thick hard cock that was filling you up so well.

“ ‘m not stopping baby” he responds, reaching one hand down to rub your clit in small circles. “tight ass pussy. ‘s like you were made for me.”

he lifting your left leg up to rest on his shoulder. he pushes back in, bottoming out with one harsh thrust. god you were so full of him you could feel him in your stomach.

you whine again, the tell tale feeling rapidly approaching. you couldn’t do anything but moan is name over and over and over. what were you even here for again? you didn’t know anything anymore. all you knew was choso. his name was a mantra spilling from your lips.

choso leans forward, mouth close to your ear and whispered, “be a good girl and cum for me sweetheart.”

your vision goes white as the cord snaps and you cum. choso groans when he feels your walls tighten. he fucks you through your orgasm, hips starting to stutter as he begins to reach his own high. he thrusts a few more times before he asks, “where?”

no response. you were truly fucked dumb. “where?” he grunts again, trying not to cum too early.

“inside, choso, inside” you respond with an embarrassing whimper. “please, need you” choso groans at the thought of filling you up to the brim and after two more thrusts, he does just that, his cum spills into you in thick hot ropes, painting your walls white.

“take it all baby.” he pants out, working through his own orgasm. “don’t waste a single drop.”

you dumbly nod, too fucked out to truly process what he was saying. he slowly begins to pull out with a groan and you can feel some of his cum begin to drip out of your pussy before he reaches down and pushes it back in with his fingers.

“fuck that’s hot.” he says. you can’t do anything but lay there on the desk, breathing heavily, body sore and brain fried. choso presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“so what did you need help on?”

lilith’s note: lil test work i wrote instead of studying for my midterm whoops!

#˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ lilith’s love #jjk choso #jjk smut #choso x reader #choso smut #choso x you #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x female reader #choso kamo #choso x y/n

[hamsterclaw]

Desecrate

A fall from grace causes you to stumble into the hands of a demon prince. Inspired by Lilith.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing, mention of murder, non-explicit attempted assault, angels and demons

Min Yoongi is older than most creatures to walk this Earth, this much he knows. It’s been years since he last felt that any of the petty skirmishes mortals involve themselves in was worth any of his interest or his time. 

Even though time, for him, stretches out, almost infinitely. 

He doesn’t know your face at all, but you catch his attention, and hold it. He can sense your mortality slipping through your fragile grasp as you grapple with the men holding you down. 

You’re not going to win, though he admires your grit. 

Yoongi’s no stranger to blood but he has no desire to watch you get used and torn to shreds. He’s moving on when your eyes meet his. 

You plead with him wordlessly, desperately, as the light dims in your eyes. 

Yoongi knows that this is a dangerous time, the twilight between living and dying. You’re straddling both worlds, dying even as you push uselessly at the hands around your neck. 

It would be facetious to say that Yoongi kills without a shred of remorse. It’s more truthful to say that he kills without a thought. 

He’s standing amidst the mess he made, you at his feet, your face pressed to the ground. 

You’re unconscious, but you’ll live, unlike the men Yoongi dispatched on your behalf. 

There’s something unbearable to him about the way the lovely line of your cheek is touching the dirt of this human dumping ground. 

Yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him, but he takes you with him as he leaves. 

***

You wake in stages, in a very human way. 

Your eyes flicker open, shut. Yoongi can hear your heart accelerate, your breathing quicken, he can see your muscles tense. 

Your mouth opens on an inhale, and your eyes flicker open again. 

‘Where am I?’ you rasp. 

Your voice is soft, plaintive, your vocal cords swollen from your assault. 

‘You’re in my home,’ Yoongi replies. 

When you turn your head to look at him, your eyes are more focused. 

‘And who are you?’ 

‘I saved your life,’ Yoongi tells you. 

He watches as your eyes scan the domed ceiling, the painted frescoes, the stained glass. Your gaze stops at a scene of the Madonna. 

Yoongi studies your profile, the dirt smudged on your cheekbone he’d not bothered to wipe off.

Your gaze returns to him.

‘You’re Min Yoongi.’

It’s not a question, but Yoongi’s compelled to answer anyway, because the fact that you’ve guessed his identity means there’s more to you than he first thought.

You sit up, and Yoongi wonders how he managed to miss the celestial aura emanating from you. 

Lords and beings.

You’re an angel.

Seokjin is never going to let him live this down.

Min Yoongi, ancient slayer of humans, demonic legend from the mediaeval history of man, saved an angel.

Yoongi gets up, lets a tiny fraction of his darkness show. His voice deepens, resonating through the chapel.

‘Leave.’

You’re frightened, he can see it in the way you’re tensed, body held taut like a bow.

‘I can’t. It’s the night of Pandemonium.’

Pandemonium marks the beginning of when the Gates of Hell open each year. From your reaction, Yoongi guesses you’re a young angel, limited in power, incapable of cloaking or protecting yourself.

He laughs sardonically. ‘I don’t think the home of the bulgasari Prince is the right place for an angel on the night of Pandemonium, do you?’

You clasp your hands.

‘I’m not an angel.’

Yoongi stares at you.

‘Not anymore. I was cast out.’

For the first time, Yoongi feels a flicker of interest.

He can feel the scales in his mind threaten to tip by the tiniest of margins. 

For the first time, he thinks he might not kill you.

Seemingly unaware of his internal debate, you take a step closer to him.

Towards the most dangerous being in the room.

Yoongi flicks his tongue over his lower lip, steps forward so you can see him in the red glow.

His human form is beautiful, drawing others in. Leading them to their own destruction.

He can see the way your pupils dilate, your tongue wets your bottom lip, as you see him clearly for the first time.

‘You want to stay with me?’ he asks, silky. He takes another step.

You tilt your chin so you can keep looking at him.

‘Show me how much you want to stay.’

Yoongi turns his head towards the painting above the hearth.

‘Destroy it.’

You turn to the painting. 

It’s from the 14th century, by a little known Italian painter called Diavollo, depicting the death of Santa Lucia. He was gifted it by a corrupt nobleman in exchange for his life. Yoongi had taken both. 

You cast a defiant look at him, rush towards the painting. You stop, head bowed, before it.

‘I can’t.’ 

‘You can,’ Yoongi says, pitching his voice low, letting the heat of it flare out to you.

You clasp your hands together again, despairing. ‘I can’t.’

Steps heavy, head bowed, you head for the door. 

You stop just inside the front entrance to the chapel, as if giving him a chance to change his mind before he sends you to certain death.

Yoongi’s had countless beings plead for mercy from him in his long life and he has never once given in.

There’s a stirring in the recesses of his mind as he admires your profile for the last time. It feels like longing.

Then you’re gone, door swinging closed behind you.

***

Yoongi dislikes gatherings like this, when the princes of Hell and their delegates celebrate their misdeeds in front of the beings who serve them.

If Seokjin hadn’t asked him to attend as a personal favour, Yoongi would be in his home.

Oddly, he’s not been able to look at the Diavollo since you gave your life rather than destroy it.

He wonders if that sort of foolishness is what got you exiled.

He’s thought about your face so much that when he sees you, he’s momentarily stilled.

You’re knelt at the feet of Malvarius, the highest ranking demon of Yeomna’s court, save for Seokjin, and Yoongi himself.

Yoongi watches with revulsion as Malvarius scratches a bloodstained nail along the line of your neck, stopping at the iron collar around your throat.

Malvarius wraps his fist in the chain attached to your collar, tugs.

You fold to the ground in a heap of loose limbs and the sheer drapery he’s dressed you in.

Yoongi finds he still doesn’t care to see your face against the ground.

He approaches the demon, and you.

When you see him, there’s a flicker in your eyes.

‘She’s mine,’ Yoongi says, unceremoniously, to Malvarius.

Malvarius, the treacherous devil, says smoothly, ‘Pardon me?’

‘I made her a deal,’ Yoongi replies, preternaturally calm. ‘She owes me.’

Malvarius sits up, and Yoongi realises there’s a crowd gathering.

It doesn’t take much to have demons baying for blood.

Malvarius draws himself up to his full height.

‘Do you mean to say, Yoongi, that you own the soul of Azariel’s only daughter?’

Yoongi blinks.

Azariel, the most revered of the archangels, is a name that strikes fear even in the hearts of the most seasoned of demon princes.

You’re Azariel’s daughter? 

Yoongi remembers the way you cried over the Diavollo as you walked to your death.

You’d not used your father’s name as a bargaining chip. 

Yoongi says, coolly, ‘One fallen angel is just like any other.’

‘She’s a lusty slut,’ Malvarius remarks. ‘Can’t stop opening your legs for me, can you, angel?’

You gasp in pain as he pulls up on the chain, making you dance on your toes to keep from being choked.

Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for the sight of you in pain, either.

‘Give me what’s mine,’ he says, bored. ‘Or we can ask Yeomna to mediate.’

At the mention of the lord of Hell, Malvarius scowls. The last time he clashed with Seokjin, Yoongi had come very close to removing his power, Yeomna’s rules be damned.

He tosses the chain on the stone floor with a clang.

‘To your new master,’ he says, with little grace.

Yoongi removes the collar from around your neck.

‘Follow me,’ he commands.

Yoongi leads you through the debauchery, ignoring your gasps and sobbing breaths as you step through blood, entrails, sex. 

It’s only when you’ve followed him all the way back to his door that he speaks to you.

‘I’m deciding what to do with you,’ he tells you. ‘You will stay here, whilst I decide.’

‘My father won’t engage in barter for me,’ you say immediately. ‘He’d as soon as I was dead as alive.’

‘You must have done something terrible, angel.’ 

Your mouth clamps shut, lips flattening into a straight line.

‘Did you kill?’ Yoongi asks. ‘Maim?’

You barely react to his taunting tone.

‘Were you envious? Greedy?’

You’re quiet.

‘You’re not wrathful,’ Yoongi observes. 

He waits until your eyes meet his.

‘That leaves pride, and lust?’

From the way your face tightens he knows he’s stumbled upon his answer.

Yoongi lets his eyes travel to your beautiful form in the sheer silk you’re draped in.

Your breasts press against the material, rounded, enticing, and as he looks, your nipples tighten visibly.

‘Ah,’ Yoongi says, voice dropped to barely a whisper. ‘He said you were lustful.’

Yoongi leans down, close to your cheek, and enjoys the way you shiver as he breathes on your skin.

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your skin, and your pupils dilate so much your eyes are practically black.

Your lips part on his name, and Yoongi, for the first time in a long while, feels a surge of lust.

You stay completely still as he touches your cheek.

‘What do you want from me, angel?’ Yoongi taunts. ‘Aren’t you fallen enough?’

Your breath trembles in your chest as his fingers tighten on your face.

‘Come,’ says Yoongi. ‘Show me how you fell.’

He lets go of your face to caress the swells of your breasts, and you gasp, but you don’t stop him.

Instead, you arch your back to press your breasts into his palms.

‘You want more?’ Yoongi asks. He knows you do.

He grasps the front of your gown, rips it all the way down.

Your thighs tighten on his hand as he reaches between your legs.

Yoongi’s hand explores you, leisurely, slow, until you’re twitching and trembling.

Your nipples are so sensitive now that when Yoongi rolls his tongue around one you buck your hips into his hand.

‘Uhngh,’ you moan. 

Yoongi thumbs the bud at the top of your sex, and your warmth pulses around his fingers.

Wet, hot, tight.

Yoongi drags his tongue along the round of your breast, and your breathing hitches.

Your nipples are so puffy and erect they almost look painful.

You whine as he grasps your rounded flesh. The sound causes a stirring, low in his belly.

Yoongi’s cock swells at the sounds you make. You’re so pleasured, breathless, and he’s barely making any effort.

He’s already almost fully erect when your soft hand brushes the front of his groin.

‘Bold for an angel,’ he says.

There’s a spark in your eyes, clouded with lust. 

‘How many angels have you defiled, Lord Min?’

Yoongi considers your question as his eyes roam your beautiful body.

‘None,’ he tells you.

You smile, and you’re so pretty he can’t take his eyes off you.

‘Luckily, I’m not an angel any more.’

Yoongi smirks. ‘Let me show you how the other side lives.’

He turns, and you follow.

***

You’re lost, Yoongi isn’t sure when it happened, probably between your fourth, maybe fifth peak.

He’s covered in your arousal, he can taste you on his lips, on his tongue. His cock’s still so rigid inside you he’s aching, caught in the delirium between pleasure and pain.

He plunges into your wet warmth, rocking his hips against yours.

Your arms are limp, one draped around his neck, just barely holding on, the other splayed out, fingers uncurled. You look dazed, fucked out, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

You cry out as Yoongi moves, dragging his cock against the walls of your cunt, and he notes with grim satisfaction how hoarse your voice now is.

‘Yoongi,’ you beg, ‘wanna feel you.’

‘You’ll feel me,’ he promises.

You shake your head. ‘I want to feel your pleasure.’

Yoongi groans as you hold your legs apart for him, letting him see exactly how he cleaves you apart , the way he looks entering your core.

He wraps a hand around your neck, tight, and your eyes close. Your hand snakes around his wrist, urging him on.

You’re clenching around him so sweetly Yoongi’s disarmed, and when you press a kiss to his temple he releases, shouting your name, spilling inside you.

Belatedly, he remembers to loosen his grip around your neck, and as you remain still he feels an unnerving wave of fear that he might have hurt you.

He says your name, and you stir. Relief floods through his chest. 

‘Stay,’ you mumble into his chest. ‘Stay.’

Yoongi curls his arm around you, a display of skinship he’s unused to but that you seem to want.

He wonders, curious, why he’s swayed to want to give you what you want.

***

You wake during the night. 

Yoongi’s flat on his back, arm propping up his head. He watches with dark amusement as you look your fill at his naked form. 

‘You’re too wide-eyed considering you have my seed all over you,’ he drawls. 

You blink at him. ‘I was surprised to wake, my lord.’

‘You thought I’d kill Azariel’s fallen daughter?’ Yoongi muses, not bothering to acknowledge how close to the truth you are. 

‘You do have a reputation, Lord Min,’ you say, so seriously that it takes him a moment to realise you’re teasing him. 

He’s startled into laughter that sounds rusty even to him. 

You turn over, breasts spilling onto the silk bedcovers, lush and beautiful like you were made to tempt him. 

His cock stirs, and it doesn’t escape your notice, minx that you are. 

You reach for him, gentle, soft against his hardness. 

Yoongi groans, eyes never leaving you as you stroke him. Your lips part on a breath, tongue flicking between. The cavern of your mouth feels like the heaven Yoongi will never know. 

He’s never rued being born a demon prince until this moment. 

Yoongi pulls you off his rigid shaft, seeks the warmth between your legs. You’re already gasping, spreading to take him, so soft and slick and willing he can barely hold himself back. 

His hand finds its way around your neck again, squeezing, and the pleasure ramps up a thousandfold. 

Your back arches as you peak, and this time Yoongi doesn’t have the patience to deny himself. He groans into your hair as he fills you, remembers to loosen his grip. 

You’re emboldened to press a kiss to his lips, a moment of contact so searing Yoongi’s jolted out of his post-pleasure daze. 

Neither of you speak, and neither of you makes a move to leave. 

***

It’s just past dawn when Yoongi stirs to the back of your entirely naked body. 

You’re getting re-dressed, helping yourself to his clothes. 

‘I should go,’ you say. 

Yoongi hadn’t realised you’d noticed he was awake. 

Pandemonium has passed, but Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for any possibility that you might get hurt. 

He rises, unclasps a chain from around his neck, fastens it around your own. The ancient rune now hanging between your collarbones is distinctly, identifiably, his. 

There aren’t many who would seek his wrath. 

‘My father will —--’ 

‘Rue the day he let you fall into the hands of a demon prince?’ suggests Yoongi. 

The hint of a smile plays around your lips, and Yoongi can’t tear his eyes away. 

‘I’ll be back,’ you say. There's a faint question in your voice.

‘See that you are,’ Yoongi replies. 

You bow slightly. ‘My lord.’ 

You take your leave, and Yoongi allows himself to watch you go until you slip between two buildings, and then you’re gone. 

©hamsterclaw 2023

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #bts fanfic #bts smut

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😯😧😨😰

My Familiar’s Ghost part 43

Masterpost

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Mottled green background; Laszlo's hand pops into frame from the bottom, holding a corded phone receiver. He calls, 'Little wraith! Lilith on the telephone!' Ghost Guillermo flies in sharply from the opposite side, reaching out to snatch the phone with an irritated expression. He snaps, 'Don't call me that.' The wraith energy around him is still amorphous and in pieces, but has formed into a definite hood and cape. 1b. Split panel, close up on Guillermo on a green background on the left and Lilith on a purple background on the right. Guillermo holds the phone to his ear with a smile, anxious but eager, and says 'Lilith! Did you find out anything?' Lilith is dressed down in a grey tee shirt over a black lace camisole with a gold chain necklace and some silver rings, hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head. Her hands are busy with something below screen, pink smartphone wedged between her ear and shoulder. She grins smugly and replies, 'You bet your cute little bum I did! And it's just as I told you - self inflicted!' 1c. Repeat. Guillermo frowns, brow furrowing in confusion, and says 'Huh? But I didn't-' Lilith interrupts him, still grinning and aiming a wink at the phone, 'You didn't, but your great great great grandpappy sure did.' She gestures with her right hand which holds a rubber spatula dripping with some kind of neon green slime. 1d. Repeat. Guillermo's frown deepens, a growing anxiety forming lines between his brows. He squeaks out, 'He-what?' Lilith raises a brow with a frown and explains, 'Beautiful work by a sister coven in the Netherlands - good for 10, 15 generations, I'd say. Now what was that wording she used...' She straightens her head, now holding her phone with her left hand and leans over to rummage offscreen with her right. 1e. The area outside the panels fades from white to a muted brown as we switch the scene back to Nandor at Panera. Close up of Nandor's hand pushing the head of the dead vampire in the 70s gear that was slumped near the door with two fingers, exposing his throat. He has been bitten messily once or twice, blood dried in streams dripping down to his collar. There is a stake sticking out of the center of his chest. Nandor notes aloud, 'Not drained, just...sipped. And killed. 1f. Zoom out as Nandor stands and turns to survey the rest of the room nervously, the dead vampire slumping over behind him. Nandor twiddles his fingers together and says to himself, 'Yeesh, Guillermo, always with the slaying, even now...'

2a. The area outside the panels continues to darken as it goes down. Close up of Lilith, purple background darkened as a shadow falls over her face. She is holding her phone to her ear with her left hand and holding up a yellow post-it note with her right, stuck to the tips of her fingers. She reads out, 'Should blood be supped / and end thy life / your body lay not still- / a slayer wakes to turn the knife...' 2b. Close up of Guillermo as Lilith reads out the last line: '...and succumb to slayer's will.' Guillermo's eyes widen with horror, mouth slack with shock. The background turns to mottled reds and oranges, his wraith cloak flaring out in terrified spikes around him, and the phone receiver falls from his frozen hand as it loses corporeality. 2c. Zoom out to a green background and wooden floor, the rotary phone placed on a small side table. The receiver clatters to the floor as Guillermo retreats to a glowing blue vapor and voops out of view. Lilith's voice continues from the phone, 'And then something about an unstoppable vampire-killing frenzy. She couldn't figure out how to rhyme that bit in English.' 2d. Back to Panera, the area outside the panels now nearly black. Close up of Nandor in the foreground facing the viewer, having walked further into the room. He is grimacing down at the next vampire corpse he is examining. The blood-smeared cabinets and open doorway are visible behind him. In the doorway, the silhouette of a short round figure has appeared silently, orange eyes glowing from the darkness, narrowed into slits. Lilith's voice continues from the phone from the previous panel: 'Hello? Memo? Hello?' /end ID

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Lauder & Helle: Lilith's Cord

#lilith's cord #everything about this Webtoon is so perfect #helle x lauder #lauder x helle #webtoon #manhwa

[copias-girl]

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter IX

A/N: Don’t @ me if you can’t actually make a multi-way call on a rotary phone! Reader uses ✨satan magic✨ to make the aesthetic work lol

All chapters here <3

•♥︎𖤐♥︎•

“Yes!” You exclaimed to yourself when you were handed a package by the Mail Ghoul, smacking a kiss right onto the cheek of his cold metal mask, leaving a glossy lip print that surely had the Ghoul blushing and swaying his tail in excitement. You had online ordered a brand spankin’ new bikini, and it had finally arrived. Thanking the Ghoul and closing the door to your room, you impatiently tore the package open, holding up the scandalously tiny scraps of black fabric.

Smirking kittenishly, you hopped onto your bed, laying on your stomach and dialling a few numbers on your ornate black vintage rotary phone.

“Hello?” Mable answered.

“Please hold!” You chirped, patching in another call.

“Hey girlie, what’s up?” Lilith picked up next.

Soon, you had all your girlfriends on the line, chatting while you kicked your feet back and forth on the bed and twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

“Sooo, the sleepover the other day was really fun.” You started.

“Yeah, I bet it was, with your little plaything there.” Emily laughed. “I can’t tell if you kinda like him or if you’re just leading him on for the fun of it.”

“Ooooh, we should speculate on that! Maybe cast bets?” Ava giggled.

“Did you guys hear that? That was the sound of my eyes rolling.” You smirked, giving nothing away. “Anyway, the reason why I called is because I just got my new bikini in the mail! Anyone fancy a beach day?” You asked excitedly.

A chorus of thrilled squeals came through the telephone, and you had to hold the receiver a little away from your head to keep from getting your eardrum blown out.

“You always have the best ideas!” Ava gushed.

“We should invite Rob! I’ll call him right after this!” Emily decided, and this time you hoped the sound of your eyes rolling wasn’t audible through the phone.

“There’s only one problem…” Mable spoke up. “Who’s gonna drive us? It’s shopping day and some ghouls took two groups of siblings to go into town. So they’re using both cars. She explained.

“I think I can get us a ride.” You smirked.

“Oh don’t you go asking that stupid Cardinal!” Emily pleaded, but you were already dead set on your decision.

“Don’t forget sunscreen!” You grinned mischievously, dropping the phone onto the hook with a click!

•𖤐•

A devilish smirk found its way onto your face when you spotted Copia strolling down the hall towards his office. He wasn’t wearing his biretta today, and you wondered if it was because you told him that you liked his hair at the sleepover. You skipped up to him, startling the man by tapping his shoulder.

“Oh! S-Sorella!” Copia gasped, wide eyes nervously darting all around, finding it difficult to look you in the eyes, especially since the kiss at the sleepover.

You just looked so beautiful; Copia didn’t want to get all hot and bothered, and it felt as though he really didn’t know how to act around you. You kept reeling him in with your sweetness, intoxicating him by lavishing your gentle attention on him, but whenever the poor man would start to get comfortable, you’d do something to keep him on his toes.

At the sleepover, you had called him out twice for having a boner, which, admittedly, the Cardinal felt very ashamed about. You’d called him a pervert and made him feel bad, yet you continued to stay near him and even cuddle with him during the movie. Your words didn’t match your actions. He couldn’t tell if you were calling him ‘Rat’ as a pet name or an insult. You were giving poor Copia mixed signals that he didn’t know how to decipher, and the more the dwelled on it, the more confused he got.

“Hi Cardinal.” You coyly twirled a lock of your hair around your finger. “Um, I have a question?”

“S-si?” He asked, swallowing nervously.

“Do you have a car?” You enquired.

“Eh? W-well ehm, y-yes I do.” The Cardinal answered. “Perché?”

“Well, I know it’s a lot to ask but, could you drive me to the beach?” You pouted, and Copia just couldn’t say no to those big doe eyes as you batted your lashes at him.

“Of course, Sorella.” The timid man nodded.

“Oh, you will? Are you sure??” You asked, and he nodded again, a pitiful little smile creeping onto his face at your excited disbelief.

“Thank youuuu!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.

Copia’s cheeks burned, his body stiffening, gloved hands shakily daring to rest on your waist.

“You really come in clutch, don’t you, Cardi?” You teased, pulling away just enough to look at the man while your hands smoothed over his chest, toying with the hem of his pellegrina.

Copia averted his gaze with a shy little chuckle, staring down at the floor.

Curling a finger under his chin, you lifted his head to meet your gaze once more, intimidating the poor little mouse by silently studying him for a few moments.

“Come have lunch, then we can go.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him towards the dining hall.

“O-okay..!” He followed you like a pathetic puppy dog, blushing furiously as you held his hand.

•𖤐•

“It was like… so weird.” Lilith remarked.

“So she kissed him?” Rob asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, but only because Emily dared her to.” Ava clarified.

“Yeah but… She, like, straight up made out with him for a minute. With way too much tongue.” Mable winced.

“Well why’d you even dare her to do that in the first place?” Rob asked, crossing his arms. It looked as though he was upset that he wasn’t there to protect you.

“She told me to give her a gross dare so I did!” Emily defended herself with a shrug. “It’s not like I dared her to swallow rat man’s entire tongue for fuck’s sakes! I thought she’d suffer through a quick peck and move on.”

“Okay but get this: afterward, she even asked him if it was his first ever kiss and he said it was! He’s fifty years old! And he’s never been kissed! Let that sink in!” Lilith giggled.

“I believe it! I mean, have you seen the guy?? It’s not like the ladies would be lining up to kiss that.” Rob laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“I know right? It was so weird though because then she was all over him during the movie.” Emily wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Yeah but it was a horror movie, and you know how she gets. When we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre that one time, she was constricting around me like a serpent!” Mable pointed out.

“I think I’d rather get jump-scared all alone rather than have to cuddle with that pathetic old loser.” Emily snorted, causing Rob to laugh.

“Nema to that! He’s such a little creep about it too! I think I even heard her calling him a perv!” Ava added.

Lilith gasped. “Eww! He was probably getting off on it! He probably had a raging bon-”

•𖤐•

You didn’t let go of the Cardinal’s hand until you had pulled him into the chair next to you as you sat at one of the long tables with all of your friends. You caught the tail end of the group’s conversation, and you could tell they’d been gossiping about you and Copia. You wished you’d been there to hear the full thing; you would have paid actual money to see Rob’s reaction when he was told about you sharing a heated kiss with the rat man.

The table went quiet, your friends clearing their throats awkwardly and looking amongst themselves.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What were you guys talking about?” You mischievously enquired, taking one of the honey brioche buns out of the basket on the table and buttering it.

“Well, nothi-” Ava murmured, averting her gaze but getting interrupted by Rob.

“Oh hey, lover boy!” He greeted the Cardinal condescendingly. “Did you enjoy getting your jollies from that pity-kiss? Must have been some first, huh?” He sneered before turning to you. “Did you wash your mouth out with bleach, afterwards? Or maybe rat-poison?”

Copia’s breath caught in his throat. Poor thing, his face was as red as the raspberry jam on the table. His dichromatic eyes were pitifully wide, mouth hanging open in utter surprise while the humiliated flush on his cheeks spread across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears like wildfire. He was hurt by Rob’s words; it wasn’t like that at all! He wasn’t getting his jollies from you. It wasn’t his fault that his body reacted so strongly to you; he really did feel terrible about it, but he just couldn’t help the effect you had on him.

You let Copia flounder for a bit before having mercy on him, swooping in to save him.

“Be nice, Rob.” You tutted, gently running your fingers through the soft hair at the base of Copia’s neck, as if he was your little pet. “Co-Co’s the one driving us.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, grumbling quietly while the Cardinal‘s wide gaze snapped up to you upon hearing your cute nickname for him.

“Well, do you guys wanna go to the beach or not? Because Cardinal and I can always just go by ourselves.” You offered casually.

“Aw come on, sweetcheeks!” Rob laughed. “I’m sure your little rat can take a joke, right?” He asked, holding his hand out to Copia.

Like a good sport, the Cardinal nodded, reaching to shake hands, but Rob only scoffed and pulled away just before Copia could take his hand.

“Too slow!” He laughed.

Your poor Cardinal meekly folded his hands in his lap while your friends snickered, congratulating Rob on his cruel trick.

“Could you pass me the cherry jam please?” You asked, giving Copia a little nudge.

The blushing man nodded, nervously reaching for one of the jars on the table and sliding it over to you, his eyes repeatedly flicking to you before staring down at his lap once more.

You opened the jar, tsking in disappointment. Strawberry.

Taking a little spoonful, you turned to Copia. “Does this taste like cherry to you, Rat?” You asked, a bit condescendingly, hooking a finger in his collar to pull him closer as you fed it to him.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm at his mistake.

“M-m-mi dispiace, Sorella!” He stuttered apologetically, scrambling to get you the correct jar.

“Thank you, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly at him, dipping your spoon into the tart cherry preserves and holding it up for the man to taste.

With pathetically wide eyes and a quick self conscious glance at your friends, Copia nervously accepted the spoonful, his tongue swiping across his lower lip to catch a drip of the glassy red liquid.

You made a little show out of licking the rest of the sweet cherry nectar off the spoon, and from your peripheral vision you could tell your friends were all staring, unsure of how to react. A wicked little smirk tugging at your lips, not missing the way Copia’s flush deepened as he watched you lave your tongue over the spoon he’d just had in his mouth.

“Mmm so sweet, isn’t it?” You hummed, gazing at your Cardinal while he nervously nodded, stammering out a quiet agreement.

“Well, I’m gonna go get changed and I suggest you all do the same too.” You stood from your seat, placing a hand on Copia’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“S-si, I-I go and, ehm, get the car and- S-si.” He affirmed.

“Don’t forget your swimsuit!” You reminded him in a sing-song voice before slipping off towards your room.

Not wanting to be stuck alone with your friends, Copia awkwardly got up and scurried off to his room.

•𖤐•

You slipped on your brand new bikini, smirking in the mirror at the perfect fit before putting some summer clothes on top. You pulled on your Widow Rat cropped tank top, some black cut off shorts, and your chunky black platform sandals, the ones with the cobweb detailing and the spider ankle clasp. Of course, you had your usual black nail polish on your fingers and toes, and the look couldn’t be complete without your grucifix ankle bracelet.

You grabbed your black beach bag, throwing in your black and white striped towel and coppertone sunblock, snatching your batwing sunglasses on the way out the door and placing them on top of your head.

You strolled to the grand main door of the ministry, meeting your friends who were also all dressed in summer clothes, Rob even holding a black and white beach ball under his arm. You chatted for a while until you heard the sound of keys jingling and clattering to the floor, and you knew your little disaster Cardinal was near.

You turned, seeing the man pathetically fumbling to pick his keys off the ground while balancing a boombox on his shoulder. You grinned endearingly, your eyes sweeping over his form. And he was wearing a different getup for once! You’d only ever seen him in his cassocks, but now he was wearing some sort of burgundy track suit with a t-shirt underneath that said VVLGARI. He had on a different pair of black gloves, ones you suspected he used for casual occasions like this, yet he still wore his dress shoes which looked quite awkward with a sweatsuit.

“Oh, we can listen to music on the beach! Good thinking, Cardinal!” You chirped, and Copia’s nervous expression softened at your excitement. He set the radio down, his painted eyes flicking up and down your body, biting his lower lip at your exposed midriff, arms, and bare legs.

Copia swallowed thickly, trying not to gawk at you like a creep. Smoothing his fingertips over his moustache, he cleared his throat. “I-I- ehm, I like y-your, eh-” He stammered, gesturing to your chest.

“My what? My breasts?” You asked in coquettish confusion.

“N-no! T-that’s not what I-”

“You don’t like my breasts?” You pouted, batting your thick lashes and looking hurt.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm; he hadn’t intended to insult you! “No no, I-I do! V-very much!” Goddammit, now he was sounding like a creep! “Er-! I-I mean! T-that is not what I- ..I mean- I wasn’t t-trying to, ehm- W-well, what I was t-trying to say, eh-”

You crossed your arms in amusement, watching him struggle to keep his head above water.

“M-mi dispiace, Sorella, I was t-trying to say that I liked your t-t-t-”

“My what, Rat? My t-t-t-tits?” You teased him further, taking a step closer to the poor, distressed, pitiful man.

“Y-your top, Sorella!” Copia finally got it out, red-faced and out of breath from being so tongue-tied.

“Oh! My top!” You giggled in realization, glancing down at your crop top and the image of the rat on it. “Thank you, Cardinal.” You grinned at him, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. Of course you knew what he’d been trying to say all along. Satan, you had the idea to wear that top because of him, because you knew he’d like it. But there wasn’t a more delicious sight than watching poor flustered Copia strain against his own nervousness.

“What a weirdo…” Emily murmured to your friends, shaking her head disapprovingly while the others exchanged whispers of hushed laughter.

“I, ehm- I will go get la macchina..” Copia fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie for a moment, stealing another timid glance at you before heading outside.

You and your group followed and waited on the front steps of the abbey, basking in the warm sun while he went to get his car. In no time, Copia was pulling up in his white 1969 Buick LeSabre, and you all put your bags and the cooler of drinks in the trunk.

“Slick ride, Rat.” You smirked as you slid in shotgun, pressing up against Copia on the bench seat. Lilith got in next to you, while Mable, Ava, Emily, and Rob squeezed into the back.

“G-Grazie..” He blushed, gloved hands tightening their grip on the wheel as you placed a hand on his thigh, under the guise of steadying yourself to make more room for Lilith.

“You can always sit back here if it gets boring up there.” Rob offered.

“I think it’s pretty tight back there.” You turned him down with a smile.

“You could sit on my lap.” He suggested.

Copia’s worried gaze quickly snapped over to you. He felt selfish and foolish for thinking it, but he really didn’t want you sitting on Rob. Copia knew from first-hand experience what would happen, because when you had sat on his lap in the car, the poor Cardinal got so worked up that he came in his pants!

“Thanks, but I feel perfectly comfortable right here.” You replied, daring to rest your hand on Copia’s thigh once more. The Cardinal exhaled shakily in relief as you put his worries to rest. With a timorous little smile at you, he started the car and your road trip to the beach had begun.

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Driving was smooth and streamlined due to the clear and open road. A comfortable silence had fallen upon you all, so you occupied yourself with gazing dreamily at the Cardinal as he drove.

He was a surprisingly good driver, and seeing the sweet man like this only caused your hot passion to swell for him even more; the way he attentively checked his mirrors, eyes wide and focused on the road, licking his lips every so often. You wished you could lick his lips again. Ever since you kissed Copia at the sleepover, you’d had the most insatiable craving for his delicious lips, inexperienced as they may be. Perhaps you’d make out with him again, this time with the clever excuse of letting him use you to practice kissing. He’d feel so terrible and ashamed of himself; a kind young thing like you piteously having to do charity work for a pathetic 50 year old virgin. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a wicked grin. Oh, how you longed to nip at him and tease him and overwhelm him with your affection.

You sighed softly, biting your lip and studying the man’s delicious profile; his sharp sideburns, thin moustache, the lines on his face. His pointy, rat-like nose caused the corners of your lips to curl into an endearing little smile. Copia always had a pitifulness about him, but it seemed to be accentuated in this moment as he concentrated on driving, his eyes flicking over to you every so often.

You leaned forward to pop open the glovebox, deciding to snoop around to pass the time. Copia watched as you poked around through his things, finally discovering his music stash. You looked over the selection, grinning at the 1960s Italian tunes, an ABBA tape, and- unholy shit, is that-

“No way! Repugnant and Acid Witch??” You held the tapes up ecstatically. You rifled through more of the cassettes, noticing that your sweet little Cardinal’s music taste was actually very heavy.

“I didn’t know you were a metalhead, Rat.” You giggled, reaching over to pinch at his cheek.

The man smiled bashfully, a pink blush causing his freckles to become more prominent.

“You, eh, you like that?” He glanced at you before flicking his eyes back to the road.

“Satanas, do I ever!” You sighed dreamily. “They’re two of my favourites! I’ve literally gotten noise complaints from blaring Acid Witch late at night. And I think I annoyed everyone by replaying that one random ‘yeehaw’ in Voices of the Dead.” You recounted with an amused giggle.

“Ah! Si, si, I always liked that part!” Copia chuckled. He was genuinely relaxed for once, nearly all of his nervousness melting away. He was delighted to discover that you shared his taste in music. Oh, he could feel himself falling even harder for you. And the fact that you were speaking to him like he was a real person meant the world to him. Poor Copia was so used to people brushing him off at best or insulting him at worst, so it was beyond refreshing to have a conversation where someone wasn’t constantly making backhanded jabs at him. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically spoke with him, inching a bit closer to him on the bench seat and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It felt as though your friends weren’t even there; hell, the whole world faded into the background as he grew more comfortable with you.

For a moment, Copia even dared to think that he kind of felt a little bit cool. He was- what did the young people call it nowadays? Vibrating? Yes, he was vibrating with you!

“I’m surprised you don’t like something a little more melodic. You know, something you can actually fuck to.” Rob chimed in with a sniff. He had attempted to play it off as a joke, but a slight annoyance was detectable in his voice, no doubt from the fact that you and the Cardinal were hitting it off so well.

“On the contrary! The very best love-making happens when death metal is playing.” You smirked.

Copia’s breath hitched in his throat as he did a triple-take at you, his lips parted and cheeks furiously flushed as he gaped at you for a few moments before having to tear his eyes away and stare at the road again.

“I think the Cardinal would like to agree, but he’s a little too inexperienced on the matter.” Rob sneered, causing your friends to erupt into laughter, covering their mouths and playfully swatting at Rob in congratulations for his joke.

Aaaand there it was. Relaxation? Gone. Coolness? Not even in his vocabulary. Thanks to Rob so kindly pointing out his pathetic virginity, Copia was now back to being the ashamed, humiliated loser whom everyone made fun of. He didn’t even look over to see your reaction, too scared to find you stifling giggles.

After a few moments of silence, you twisted the cap off a water bottle to wet your whistle. However, after taking a drink, the small piece of plastic slipped out of your fingers, bouncing and rolling and finally falling somewhere under the seat.

“Satan in Hell…” You grumbled, handing the opened bottle to Lilith next to you.

“Oh- Ehm, do you want me to-” Copia began to offer, but you only shook your head.

“No, just keep driving, I’ll feel around for it.” You replied, bending down and hooking your arm under the seat.

In fact, you were bending down so far that your head was right in Copia’s lap, your cheek pressed against the bulge in his pants. The man’s mismatched eyes were as wide as cherry pies as he stole a panicked glance down at his lap, already feeling himself growing aroused.

You fished around for the cap, huffing in annoyance when you couldn’t feel it. You reached deeper under the seat, burying your face in Copia’s rapidly hardening cock.

The Cardinal prayed to Satan that you wouldn’t be able to feel his growing erection pressing firmly into your face, and he resisted the urge to grind against your cheek, his breaths beginning to quicken as his heart hammered in his chest.

“What are you doing??” Emily asked.

“Ew, it looks like you’re sucking him off.” Lilith laughed, catching Rob’s attention in the backseat.

“I dropped the stupid water bottle cap and I’m trying to feel around for it.” You murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of Copia’s sweatpants, your words sending vibrations of pleasure through him.

Oh, you looked gorgeous like this, so gorgeous with your head buried in his lap, your tresses of hair flowing all around. The man’s cheeks were on fire as he tried to keep himself calm, tried to steady his breathing. The last thing he wanted to do was cream himself, but it was so difficult when he kept picturing you pleasuring him with your sweet mouth.

Just when the Cardinal felt as though he couldn’t take it anymore, your fingertips finally grasped the cap and you sat upright once more.

“Got it!” You held it up triumphantly before screwing it back onto the bottle. You caught Copia’s gaze, smirking kittenishly at him as mischief twinkled in your eyes.

The Cardinal swallowed thickly, attempting to stabilize his trembling hands on the steering wheel. This was only the car ride. How in Satan’s name would he survive the beach?

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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Dissonance - Chapter 1: Exchange Dilemma

The planning stages of the exchange program were almost complete. Things were moving forward smoothly, with three of the four students coming to the Devildom already selected and on board. All that was left was to select the second human that would accompany Solomon, and they had already decided on one very specific requisite for the candidate. The second human had to be one of hers. 

Barbatos knew that the young master had made this decision with care. Lucifer had been faithful to his promise to serve, and this was to be his reward. Of course the human wouldn’t be her but to reunite the brothers with even a piece of her would surely do them well. The young master was worried about them. Thousands of years to adjust to life in the Devildom and yet they still didn’t seem quite whole. If the butler had any doubts on if this human could actually help, well he kept them to himself. The task of choosing between her descendants had been tasked to him, and he would be certain to choose carefully.

That was what Barbatos thought. Sifting through candidates to find the perfect one to suit the brothers should have been simple.

It should have been.

An unfamiliar feeling was creeping through the unflappable demon. When Lilith had first been reincarnated as a human all those years ago, Barbatos had kept a casual watch on her, then her children, her children’s children, and so forth, but things had seemed rather uneventful and progressing smoothly. Her human bloodline should have continued to expand with each generation, branching out further and farther - and for a long time it had. Admittedly it had been several centuries since the last time Barbatos had glimpsed through her family, but with each dull, broken thread of fate that he followed, the more a sense of unease filled him. So much misfortune and tragedy marred the bloodline now. 

Had he truly committed such a gross act of negligence?

No, it could not be the end. The young master had only promised to reincarnate Lilith into a human, and he had done so, Lucifer could not say that Lord Diavolo had promised any more than that. That said, the young master had such a deep admiration for Lucifer that he had asked Barbatos to check in from time to time, to make sure that Lilith’s human legacy not be broken - an act of good faith - the young master had called it. He had not wanted whatever was left of Lucifer’s sister to fade into nothing, the fate Lucifer and his brothers had fought and fallen in an attempt to fight.

The endless dull, dead threads accompanied a rising sense of panic and dread. It could not end like this, he would not fail his master. Barbatos did not fear that Lord Diavolo would punish him, but he would not tolerate being the cause of his lord’s disappointment.

At last, in the endless twisting of fate, there was a faint glimmer of hope - one single thread. Barbatos seized the softly pulsing strand and followed it. It alarmed him how dull and frayed the cord seemed. By the state of this thread of fate the demon had expected to find someone old and nearing their end, imagine his surprise to find it lead to a young man with haunted eyes. They were a striking purple, which was certainly odd, humans did not tend to have eyes that color, more shocking was that when he quietly entered the proper flow of time and space those eyes immediately looked up from where they had been intently staring at a laptop screen to meet his gaze - unflinching. 

That should not be possible. Barbatos was certain that he had concealed himself with magic. No human should be able to see him. They simply stared at each other for a long moment, neither daring to speak or even breathe.

The human broke eye contact first. He simply turned his eyes back to what he had been working on prior to Barbatos’ arrival and did not acknowledge him further. Was it a coincidence then? Surely if the human had actually seen him he would not wordlessly return to his task. He felt a moment of doubt. No, he was sure the human had seen him. 

“Can you see me?” The words tumbled out of Barbatos before he could stop them. A most curious thing on its own. He did not do things without thought.

“No.” Was the human’s immediate response, although he did pause typing on his laptop to open a desk drawer and pull out a bottle of medicine. The young man took one of the pills before tossing the bottle back into the drawer and shutting it harder than necessary, clearly somewhat agitated. He was pointedly trying to ignore Barbatos now, which contradicted his answer. Of course, answering at all also made it clear that he was lying.

Barbatos was…intrigued.

Ignoring the human that was ignoring him, the demon began to explore his surroundings. This was a rather small apartment. A studio with an open loft. Only the bathroom seemed a separate, enclosed room. It seemed rather barren and sterile, the only real indication that someone lived there was the desk where the human sat, and three bookshelves behind him. There was no couch, no tv, no armchairs. The kitchen did appear used, but immaculate. Everything was neatly tucked away into the cabinets, only a coffee machine, a toaster, and a knife block decorated the counter tops.

Barbatos moved to the bookshelf, examining the titles curiously. He was surprised to find that a large section of the books appeared to be occult in nature, genuine magical tomes, as well as books on the paranormal. Most of the rest were fiction - horror, suspense, mystery, with a smattering of fantasy.

The human was still ignoring him.

There was a box set of books that Barbatos recognized. It was a rather popular supernatural mystery series called The Cohen Files by E.J. Novak. There were few books or series that had extensive followings across all three realms, but The Cohen Files was one of them. If Barbatos recalled correctly, both Satan and Levi were fans as well. Although Levi’s interest in the series was probably more to do with the video games based on the series, as well as the tv and movie adaptations. This seemed to be a limited run first edition box set, and it appeared to be signed by the author.

Well at least the human would have at least something in common with some of the brothers. Given their taste in books it seemed that the human would not be completely blindsided by magic altogether either. If the only descendant currently left had been completely unsuitable for the program that would have been most unfortunate. It bore further investigation however.

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Barbatos slipped back out of present time and decided to start at the beginning and move forward. Since the descendant was young, it was worth looking forward to his offspring and beyond to see if any of them were a better fit. The program could always be delayed by a century or two, given that none of the other exchange students would be greatly affected by such a change. 

He watched the human’s life from beginning to the point Barbatos had already stepped into, now understanding why the young man’s thread had seemed so dim and worn. It seemed that this Ezekiel Jada Pendergast had not had the easiest life. Death and tragedy seemed to hang around Lilith’s recent bloodline. Like a dark shroud. Or a curse. He also now understood why the human could see him when he should not. 

Psychic abilities were quite rare in humans.

Following the thread further, expecting to find new strands as he slowly ventured into the future. Instead he was jerked to an abrupt halt, stepping into the “present” again. The bright violet eyes that had held his gaze before were dimming rapidly. Where they had snapped to Barbatos immediately before, they were sluggish as they drifted towards him almost aimlessly now.

They were on a crowded street. Barbatos stood among the panicked humans. None of them saw him.

The only human that saw him was struggling to take in each breath, a crimson pool growing with each slowing heartbeat. Barbatos could only look down at this human he barely knew in shock and vague horror. Ezekiel was still so young. Was Lilith’s bloodline truly to end like this? With her last descendant bleeding out into the dirty street with a crowd of onlookers gawking?

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The student council room was silent and still. Lord Diavolo and Lucifer had closed the identical folders that Barbatos had set in front of them over an hour ago. His report on the last candidate - the only candidate - was absolutely objective and clinical in presentation. Devoid of any emotion, and as he stood by awaiting further instruction, his face betrayed nothing. Lord Diavolo looked troubled. Lucifer’s expression was unreadable to most, but the butler knew that the mighty firstborn was barely controlling a tempest of different emotions.

Silence dragged on for what seemed an eternity, the atmosphere of the room only growing more grim and heavy with each passing second.

“I won’t allow it to happen.” Lucifer finally broke the silence, drawing the gazes of the two other occupants of the room. “If he comes here, then this future won’t happen. I won’t let it end in murder again.”

“Lucifer…” Diavolo looked at his dear friend sympathetically. He could only imagine what his friend was feeling right now.

“He is the only candidate that meets the requisites we agreed on, Lord Diavolo. We will bring him here as our final exchange student. Your program will be able to move forward now.” Lucifer spoke calmly, rationally.

“Yes, but the exchange is only intended to last a year. Will you be able to let him go?” Diavolo already knew the answer, and knew it would be a lie.

“Yes, of course.” Lucifer said with all the self-assured confidence expected of the Avatar of Pride. The others only gave him a knowing look.

“Very well.” Diavolo finally answered, giving a dismissive glance to Barbatos. The butler bowed before opening a portal. He had a human to fetch. They would worry about trying to pry him away from the brothers later.

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Tales From The Modern Incubus Part 11*

Summary: Aim interrupts Y/n & Harry's as they're in the moment when he learns they are being hunted & brings them to the year 1986 so they can lay low. And then something we've all been waiting for happens to them when they find themselves in the new decade.

A/n:  Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing.

Warning: Smut, mentions of demons, angels, God, spells, magic

Characters List

Part 10

Part 11*

Being with Harry, it felt right. It felt good. You wanted to soak him into your skin and melt your bodies together as one. Lie in puddles, intertwined, mixing, moving, draining, filling… You wanted to feel nothing but his soul and his essence on you and in you.

Harry’s words hung in the air between you: “I want you. Can I have you? Do you want me? I’m yours.” as you pulled him down to bring your lips back to his. You felt such a pull toward Harry. No matter what you’d promised yourself, he was hard to resist. You hadn’t known him long but there was a kind of bond with him that you’d never felt with anyone else. Perhaps that was due to you both being otherworldly. An unspoken understanding.

Harry put his hands up and cupped your face, tugging you in as close as possible. You grasped at his t-shirt and arched yourself into him and let him lick your mouth. It was like he was tasting you, sizing you up to make a meal. Your head was spinning. Harry’s whole spirit was so alluring and you couldn’t see or think anything beyond him.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat in the room. And that someone was not you, nor was it Harry as his lips were sewn in between yours at that moment. Harry lifted his head but kept you held close to him as he turned to see the perpetrator. You peered around Harry’s shoulder and saw a tall man dressed in a sharp suit, sat in the armchair near Harry’s window. Had he been there the whole time?

When Harry saw who it was his tensed shoulders loosened as did his grip on you, “Aim? Uh… Kind of in the middle of something here…” Harry didn’t sound mad, maybe a little confused, though.

“I see that. Sorry to interrupt, but you two need to come with me immediately. Something is astir and there are rumors of some very powerful demons and a few angels on their way to find Y/n and probably you too, Harry. Tamie has been kidnapped and I don’t know how much she’s revealed but you both are in danger.”

Harry looked down at you with worry and then back to Aim, “Okay. What do we do?”

It happened faster than you could wrap your mind around. Before you’d even been properly introduced to the man you were standing in a large room with two couches and a table, an old television complete with rabbit ears, lamps, an oblong rug sat over marigold shag carpet, and even a green telephone hung on the wall with a long-curled cord. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume that you were in someone’s home who had neglected to update the interior since the 80s. It even smelled different. It felt different.

But as Aim began tell you about what was going to happen, it dawned on you that you were in a different time. He’d moved you and Harry (and himself for the moment) to another decade. It would be much harder to be found this way. For now. They could all catch up to you eventually. As Aim continued speaking you only became more confused.

“It’s not just her parents, it’s also St. Michael and Lilith too. We don’t know why Michael and Lilith are involved but knowing they are means you need to sit in a different decade for a little while. I didn’t want to take you too far away so you could still enjoy some entertainment, but we can’t risk having you on the same timeline. Given what we know about St. Michael and Lilith, well, I can’t guarantee they won’t come find you here, but this will make it harder for them to pinpoint your location.”

St. Michael? Like the Archangel? And Lilith? You weren’t sure about that one. But you felt it by just her name, that there was a sinister plan in action, and she was the ringleader. Your parents and these other two powerful beings had all came together for a purpose. What was your place in it all?

Aim continued, he could see your brain working hard to take it all in, “You two will be able to move about somewhat freely here. This house will be a good place for the time being. The neighborhood is quiet. Try to lay low if you leave the house. I’ll be keeping an ear to the ground about their progress or lack thereof. I’ll contact you as necessary, but I need to keep it limited because they’ll get tipped off. Lilith is nosy. She’s probably already on watch for anyone associated with Tamie in any way. And it’s very important you do not say the name of your parents and do not use spells or magic. Keep your presence hidden like you have been, that’s a good start. They can uncover it, though, eventually.” He looked at you as he spoke the last bit.

Before Aim left Harry and you alone he mentioned that you would have no way to contact him other than through using a specific ritual, that he advised against. He would contact you. The ritual might tip off Lilith, or any of them. Aim seems most worried about Lilith. So were you.

You asked Harry a million questions. Why would St. Michael and Lilith be involved? Who is Lilith? Why have high angels and high demons come together to find you? Why were you involved in this mess at all to begin with?

He only had few answers, but the ones he could answer were helpful, “Lilith is the empress of hell. She’s the original Eve. She tempted men and women and made a deal with Lucifer, who was once the Morning Star. They joined forces against God and that was the beginning. She’s a seductress and she’s very powerful, has bore many children to many demons and humans even. Her heirs are all over the world and throughout all the realms. And, well, technically, she’s married to your father. She hates him, though, most of the time. But for some reason they are involved in this thing and it doesn’t make a lot of sense to be honest. I don’t know what St. Michael’s place is in all this. He’s like the right hand of The Almighty. Quite the stick in the mud as far as I remember.”

“Wait! So, Lilith is married to my real father?” You were just trying to wrap your head around all the new information you were being given.

“Oh, well, marriage is different among the other realms. On Earth it’s usually more sacred than it is elsewhere. It probably means very little to them. Just a minor detail really.”

There wasn’t much Harry could answer otherwise. He was just as in the dark as you. You both looked through the house to get used to your surroundings. There was plenty of food in the fridge and cupboards, one bathroom, two bedrooms, a backyard... You looked to be somewhere suburbia America. You learned you were in the year 1986.

When things settled and you’d looked through all the closets and messed with the TV to bring up a channel Harry was right next to you looking over your shoulder. He seemed protective over you but you could also tell how he just wanted to be near you. When you stood up from working the knobs on the old box TV he was there, a few feet from you. He couldn’t hide what was going on his mind. You could hear it and feel it. You could smell it. Taste it even.

Looking back on all the times growing up when you’d smell things no one else could, it was like a light went off in you these last few days. So much began to make sense. Your senses were very delicate compared to anyone else you ever knew. Picking up scents and what you’d called vibes back then, well now you knew.

“Harry?” You walked toward the lanky demon. His handsome face already set on yours. His smile only creeped up to one side of his face but it created that adorable dent you loved so much. He didn’t open his mouth to respond, he only lifted his brows at you.

“How do you feel? I mean… like, with you know… what I helped you with.” You were referring to the ache and the need he has for sex. You were curious about that but you both were also interrupted before Aim came to save you. You had intended on having sex with him before you were disrupted. Give him your virginity. You wanted it. Now you had no reason to hold off anymore. You wanted to have sex and you wanted it to be with Harry.

Harry’s smile grew a little wider and he licked his pink lips before he spoke, “I’m… well, I’m fine. But being around you makes it harder. And I know you probably aren’t ready to have sex, so…”

“Who said?” You took another step toward him and raised your brows in question. His seafoam eyes were growing darker with the way he was turned on. God, what a horndog he is, you thought to yourself and smiled. Though, you couldn’t say that being near him didn’t do things to you as well. You looked him over and just imagined his strong limbs wrapping around you, feeling him inside of you for the first time. You wondered how he’d do it.

“Well, you said. You told me you wanted to wait for marriage.” Harry looked confused, his dark curls were falling into his face as you stepped in closer and lifted your hand to move them from his forehead. You liked the way his hair looked, his deep hairline was even attractive, and the way his hair was just a little longer at the top so his chocolate strands would fall over his forehead from time to time.

You laughed, “I did say that. But that’s before I knew what I was. Who I am. I still don’t know exactly about who I am but now I know things I didn’t know then. I was lied to.” You searched his face and watched as his mouth parted and he didn’t speak for a moment as he digested what you’d just said. You saw his adam’s apple bob and he licked his lips again. He let out a breath and suddenly his hands were at your ears, drawing you in to his lips.

Your lips were once again moving together like it was meant to be, like this is who you belonged to. Like he belonged to you. And you didn’t even want to think about him being with anyone else. You wanted to be the only one.

Harry kissed you between panted breaths. Then he began speaking as he kissed your lips, small pecks in between breaths and words spoken against your lips, “What does that mean?... You want me?... I want you… Only you… I’m so sorry… for everything… please…” Harry’s words were dripping out between the press of his lips and hot breath.

He could convince you easily. You were weak for him. You felt so powerful but also so confused at the same time, but the one thing you were sure of was how much you liked Harry and how you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him or deny him anymore. Or to deny yourself. Your body buzzed and floated when he touched you, you couldn’t imagine how it would feel when he moved inside of you.

You pushed at him to create a small distance and so you could speak but Harry just moved down and continued kissing at your jaw and submandibular. His warm lips on you nearly had you forgetting your words. You closed your eyes and placed your hands under his shirt to feel his skin on your palms. The way his lips felt on your neck and your skin made you tingle and lose all sense of direction and function. He had you right where he wanted you, he just didn’t know it.

When his lips sponged lower down your neck over your trapezius you moaned and found your voice once again, “Yeah. I do… want you. I want it to be you, Harry.” Your words were breathy and soft and you felt your lips wet at the way your salivary glands were working extra hard due to the hunger you had for something carnal. The thought had you excited, had your tummy sinking and pulling and rising in expectation within you.

Harry moved back and looked at your face, “With me? Now?” His expression was what you’d call, flabbergasted? Maybe disbelief? As if you’d somehow been pulling his leg, like you’d been joking and he was about to hear you laugh and tell him no.

But that wasn’t the case. Your body and your mind were ready, and his presence, his deep voice, his lips, his eyes, his body… all of it, you wanted it.

You nodded and smiled as you plucked at the fabric of his shirt in suggestion of him removing it. You wanted to see his skin, the tattoos, the hair that scattered on his chest, his muscles that formed underneath it all… You wanted to see him.

Harry pulled his shirt off and then brought his long fingers down to the hem of your shirt and kept his eyes on you as he lifted it over your head. He was shaking as he pulled the material off of you. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He still didn’t quite believe it.

He ducked down and kissed your bra. You’d worn a soft and thin bra that was meant for nighttime, since you hadn’t planned on seeing him (or anyone) when you put it on. Everything happened so fast from the moment you met your mother and saw her with Tamie, to driving to Harry, and then meeting Aim… And now here you were, with Harry, his lips attached to the fabric that lie over your already pebbled nipple. He wet the material and palmed you softly in his hand and then moved to the other side, wetting the material over your tits.

You wanted it off. You pushed at him and slid your bra off. This bra didn’t have a clasp. It was more like a sports bra but with very little support.

Harry almost cried. To see your soft tits bounce away from the elastic, hard nipples peaked and open, the curve of your waist, your shoulders and your belly button… He did tear up a little.

You watched his face morph from disbelief to awe. You removed your jeans and Harry kept his eyes on your hands and your hips as he quickly pulled his own down.

Harry was already poking out from the top of his elastic band. His briefs could not contain the monster that lie underneath the fabric. You could see a good bit of his shaft and all of his head, a shade darker than his lips. The bulk of him stretched at the fabric and you couldn’t resist when you put your hand over him to feel. Warm and hard under his briefs. You slid your fingers upward and touched his head and that had done it.

Harry picked you up and forced your thighs to wrap around his waist as he brought you to one of the bedrooms and put you on the bed, your hair fanning out all around. He watched as your breasts parted and swayed from the movement and he let his lips work over them again. He paid close attention to all of the quadrants of your supple tissue. The soft flesh that he squeezed and licked and sucked, to the areola, the nipple, and the underside of your breasts. He nipped at each and drunk them in. He wanted you bruised and left with his signature all over your body.

He tongued and kissed down your torso slowly toward your belly button where he dipped his wet muscle in and lapped at you. His hands moved down your sides and he squeezed, lowering himself.

You could only see the brown curls at the top of his head as he made his way lower and lower. When his hands met your hips he finally looked up at you and whimpered when he saw you smiling down at him. He was waiting for you to tell him to stop or tell him you were joking, or something. He felt this couldn’t be happening. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But the whimper he let out was involuntary and it told you everything about how he was feeling. You liked having him like this. The sexiest man you’d ever seen and he was whimpering for you. Begging you with his eyes and his lips.

You nodded and he lowered his mouth to your fabric covered mound. He licked over your panties and kept his eyes on yours. He saw your pupils dilate and he smelled your arousal. You did want him. Your face and your eyes were his answer.

When he’d gotten your panties all wet with his saliva and then began to suck on your arousal that had seeped through you spread your legs for him and he held your inner thighs down. He continued to look up at you as he worked his mouth over the fabric of your panties and drank the arousal that had gathered at the crotch and you huffed. You wanted more.

“Take them off!” You quickly spoke and Harry wasted no time in sitting back and looping his fingers into your thoroughly wetted panties, tossing them to the floor. He returned to his position of praise with his face between your legs and promptly put his mouth over your slick pussy. You were a divine being and you even tasted like it. He knew you were special when he first smelled you and then your flavor? Oh god… he’d die for you, he’d do anything for you. You were worth the problems that would follow him. Having high angels and demons after him would be worth it. For as long as you wanted him. He hoped it would be for eternity. He couldn’t imagine feeling like this for any other being.

And you felt it all. All his want and all his need, his heart, and the way he worshiped you with his tongue. It was hard to find words in the moment. Having Harry on you like this was heaven. His soft gasps for breath and the way he was so expertly licking into you and over you. His tongue gliding up and down your slit, the way he pressed his nose into your clitoris.

When he began sucking on you and moaning as he swallowed you down your eyes met his. You had your hands violently attached to his hair, pulling and pushing him the way you liked. You gyrated your hips as much as you were able, but Harry’s hold on you was strong and his fingers were burning into your hips and his grip on you ached. You’d bruise for sure.

He knew how to make you come. He did it well. Your back arched and the way your pussy clenched around nothing (he hadn’t even stuck a finger inside of you) as your orgasm took over, was brutal. It could be life ending or saving… it felt like sorcery. You didn’t hold back your sounds and your moans. You were loud and you felt yourself shake forcefully under the weight of your orgasm, under the force of Harry’s tongue.

It was beautiful, Harry thought. The way he could make you come, and tremble, and cry out. How you’d moan around his name and you’d fill him with your slick. It was beautiful. He didn’t know how he was going to handle it once he could be inside of you. He was already on the verge of coming when you finally had your release.

You sat up and pushed at Harry’s head, “Enough. Oh my god.” You laughed.  Harry sat back and put his palms flat on the mattress, still leaning over you. His face was set in a serious gaze, his face wet and pink.

The look on him, though, caught you. No smile, nor insecurity could be seen. He was a man (well, a demon) who wanted you in every way. He was a man who would give himself to you in every way.

“Want me to give you a blow job?” You thought maybe he’d like that, but then you suddenly were being positioned under him, his hands on your thighs and then your hips as he hovered over you. He kissed your mouth and it tasted like lemons and sex.

“Can’t. I’ll come too fast. Are you?” He leaned back to look at you, “Do you want to still? Or?” He was asking if you wanted to have sex still. He was just barely holding it together and knew if he let you suck on him at all he’d blow too fast. Though, he would easily be able to get hard again in record time. For you he could. Well, also because he’s an incubus and he’s made for it.

You bit your lip and smiled at him. He still wasn’t sure you were serious. But you were. Of course you were serious. He was delicious looking and the way he treated your body… well, you wanted it.

“I do want to. Still.” You feathered your fingertips over the tops his muscled thighs as he stayed in between your legs in wait for your answer. He kneed up and pulled his briefs down and let out a sigh of relief as he moved the material off his body. His big cock was begging for aid. You could almost hear it as if it were its own living entity. It practically was.

He wrapped his fingers around your ankles and lifted your legs a little as he looked between your thighs, glistening, ready, open. He gently plunged two fingers into your opening and listened to you panting. Your wet gasps and slick folds were his for the taking. He wanted it all.

You suddenly remembered a very important detail and sat up onto your elbows, “I don’t want to get pregnant, though. Not right now. Just… don’t get me pregnant.”

It didn’t matter anymore to Harry. Getting someone pregnant. He was in this with you and he’d wait for as long as you needed, and if you never wanted to get pregnant? Well, he’d just defy his arrangement. The only major physical need for him was sex and if you wanted it with him, he’d never go anywhere else for it. Getting someone pregnant was for the balance of the realms, but things had changed and now he was being hunted and there was a subtle realization that the realms were not balanced anymore, probably hadn’t been for some time. So the deal, from his perspective, was off.

“S’okay. I won’t get you pregnant. Even my sperm won’t get you pregnant if I don’t want it to. We get to choose when it happens, or if...” His smile was genuine and he looked so soft in that moment. You didn’t understand it all, but you didn’t worry much because you trusted him. You’d let him show you what it felt like and give you the full experience. You wanted it. You wanted him.

“Okay. Good.” Your breath picked up in anticipation and Harry pulled his fingers from you. You’d take him just fine. If you were a hybrid then you’d take a big incubus cock with little issue. It’d still be big for you, but you’d like it. He knew it.

But you were still a virgin and he was still feeling concerned for you. As much as you seemed to be taking the news of your origin in stride, he wanted to take it easy with you.

And you were just ready for him to slip inside. You wanted to feel it and be done with it. Know what it could be like when you’d come on a big dick. On Harry’s dick. He’d do it right for you. You knew that much.

When Harry spread your legs apart he was gentle with his hands on your inner thighs. He watched your soft pussy shine and clench. You were certainly ready to be fucked. He held his dick in hand and put his tip at your folds and slowly wet himself with you. He watched your face carefully and you smiled at him when you felt your labia spread apart from his blunt tip as he brushed it up and down through your crease.

“Do it, Harry. Please.” You spoke in a whisper as you looked down to where he was holding himself up to you. Harry swallowed hard and tried to suspend his nerves and his disbelief of the moment. This was happening. Like, actually.

When you wiggled yourself over him Harry watched the very tip of him disappear into your opening. He pulled back quickly and looked up at you with worry. You let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s wrong, Harry?”

Harry was trying to calm himself down. He was so excited and so filled with anticipation he was worried he was going to burst.

You laughed, “If you come too fast you can just keep going. Keep doing it. I can tell you’re going to stay nice and hard for me, Harry.”

Harry let out a laugh and shook his head. Of course you could hear his worry. It was probably oozing out of his pores.

So, he took one more deep breath and felt your hands reach out to his hips as he tilted his cock toward you. This time pushing in a little and watched himself slowly move inward. You held your breath.

You could feel him alright. He hadn’t gone in all the way but he was a lot. His face was what kept you grounded. He looked at your face and then back down to where you were joined together. He didn’t want to push in to fast because he could see how your pussy was already stretching around him. He drew back and saw his shaft shiny with you as he plunged back in. Your mouth dropped open, still silent as you adjusted to the way it felt being split in two with his incubus cock.

Harry’s motions became smoother as he inched his way deeper. His length was coated in you and the way it looked… god he would come in under a minute like this.

And he did. His thrusts were even and steady but he was trembling as soon as he felt your insides expand to take his length all the way and you peeped out a little noise when he hit that spot that only incubi could. And you loved it. You fucking delighted in it.

You had your legs bent at the knee, feet flat on the mattress when Harry grabbed at your left thigh and pulled your leg over his hip. He slid in deep and it made you see stars.

“Guh… oh!” Was all you could get out. Your chest was burning hot and flames were coming from your fingertips and your toes it felt.

And Harry came inside of you in under a minute just like he knew he would. He grunted and closed his eyes, shook his head at the embarrassment for how fast you had him coming, and clenched his jaw when he pumped his load into you. And it filled you with warmth and a sensation of total closeness. He was yours now. His stuttering hips and wet lips were evidence to his being yours. His soft eyes on you, his twisted face, his flared nostrils. It was yours.

“You’re mine…” you whispered into his ear when he lowered his body over you as he calmed from his quick release. He was still breathing heavy when he heard you say it and he smiled into your cheek and nodded.

“I am.” He was becoming emotional at the feeling. It was the quickest he’d ever come in all his life but that’s because it was you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and inhaled and became invigorated again. He was still hard inside of you. Your leg was still hitched over his hip and you were rubbing his back. As if he was the one who’d just lost his virginity. It felt like he had. This felt like the first time.

When he pushed himself up and looked down at you, you saw the shine in his eyes. He’d gotten emotional, but you were already emotional too. You heart bloomed and you had a new responsibility here. He was yours, to take care of and to keep safe. You didn’t know why that feeling had overcome you but it did.

He began to move inside of you again, his cock still a bit sensitive but still hard and he was ready to prove his worth. He rolled his hips into you and the bed creaked as he began to find the rhythm that felt the best.

He didn’t want to look away from your angelic face. You pinked up with exertion and your lips curled around coos and moans. He felt phenomenal inside of you.

“Does it?... Feel good?...” He spoke between labored breaths.

A tear fell from the edge of your eye and rolled down your cheek. How would you tell him the way it felt?

You breathed heavy and it came out in a crack before you could pull words together for an answer, “Better than… anything. I love… love it.”

Your head spun. You were about to tell him you loved him. You felt it. You could barely stop the emotion and the feeling he inspired in you. Intense and full, and warm, and he was yours. You loved him but you couldn’t admit it just in that moment. It was already nearly too much, your sudden passion and the way you found yourself caring for him. Just from having him inside of you. Feeling his come inside of you. The physical manifesting the spiritual.

Harry whined again and pushed his wet mouth onto yours as he continued long strokes inside of your perfect cunt. Because it was perfect. He’d never felt anything like you. It had his heart breaking and rebuilding over and over again.

You could feel his tears leaking onto your face as your own rolled down your cheeks into your hair. Harry’s thick organ was a force of nature inside you. It increased your existence. Suddenly you were on earth and there was a greater purpose for you. The way he moved inside of you revealed your magic and your love and your power.

“Oh! Wow! Oh fuck!” Harry lifted his mouth from yours when he felt it, felt your spirit wrap around his. Your gazes locked and he continued thrusts upward, not backing out anymore, just upward thrusts to get in as deep as possible, and it was fucking deep.

“Did you… feel that?” You sucked in a sharp breath as his thigh muscles pushed to work himself deep into your body.

He nodded and you brought your other thigh up to hitch over his hip, wrapping your legs around him and crossing your ankles over his bum. His eyes suddenly changed. His dilated pupils not only covered his iris but his entire eye and he saw it in yours, the same. You both moaned when you felt a powerful shift. Something was happening and you’d never seen Harry’s eyes look like that but you knew yours looked the same. You could feel it.

“I feel you. Your spirit. Fuck. I’m gonna come again, okay? Can I?” He was whimpering and you could feel him twitching inside of your pussy and you nodded at him.

“I’m coming now too, Harry!” It was too much. You wanted to hold onto that feeling forever but it was so divine, so powerful, so hot you could feel flames around your body and his. You pulled him down to bring his mouth to yours as you gushed around his cock. Harry cried out, his mouth on yours and he tried to keep his lips pressed on you and kissing you. He loved it. He loved you. He belonged to you from now on. For all eternity.

It lasted and lasted. He came deep inside of you and you pulsed around him and drank up his life force. He kept his lengthy dick deep in you as you let the intensity of your orgasm merge your souls.

And when you felt the silence, and the energy became still you knew it wasn’t just Harry that belonged to you. You were his too. But you had more responsibility to bear than he did, though it wasn’t clear yet what that meant.

So when you told him, decided it was time and it was good and he deserved it, you knew he felt the same, “Harry… I love you. I’m yours.”

Harry lifted his face from your clavicle and with wet, black eyes smiled down at you, “I love you, Y/n. I’m yours forever.”

It felt like the best thing that had ever happened to you. To any outsider it was just sex, but not for you. Not for Harry. This meant more. It meant everything and you were now one. But the way it felt so magical and so intense had you wondering out loud, “Was that magic? Did we do something that could have called on someone? That felt too powerful to not be something.”

Harry’s brow furrowed and he shook his head, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

And he didn’t know. It had never happened before. Not to him. But it was a force and nature had been altered and there was nothing to be done about it now but wait for Aim to contact you.

You ran your fingers through his hair and felt him still wide and hard inside of your body. His lips were so pink and you couldn’t help to kiss him, pull him down to you by his hair.

And when Harry began to rock his hips and you felt him glide through your walls again, the whole process had begun again just like that. The power and the magic, the existence of your souls merging into one. It couldn’t be stopped.

Part 12*

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[daisychainsandbowties]

Palmer Station AU Lilith always in short sleeves (Ava: you know you’re in Antarctica, right? Where the pencilguins are?) and everyone is a little concerned because she’s always underdressed and usually damp and never seems to notice it’s cold (Ava: it’s cold enough to freeze your tits off! Why is she in shorts? We know she’s tall, she doesn’t need to draw further attention to it.

Camila: She’s a horseshoe crab, that’s for sure.

Ava: … explain.

Beatrice: Survived 4 major extinction events but appears to be threatened. Apt.

Camila: Thanks. I would rather she just wore a jacket).

lilith who once spent hours every day swimming without a wetsuit in the atlantic, leaving her hoodie on a tree branch and her backpack with her gameboy and her snack bars wrapped in a tarp and rigged up on a length of repurposed bungee cord, because she read about big cats who pull their prey up into trees.

the first shock of water in the low celsius and how it made her feel so awake, so alive. and she’s addicted to that feeling, just a little, the body startled into bright awareness.

so at palmer while cam’s always going on about the insulative properties of wool, where even beatrice keeps quilts and her solar space heater and a good sturdy jacket up in her observatory, lilith is walking around in tank tops, hair wet on her shoulders, hands always chilly to touch so when cam tries to show her scales on the keyboard she ends up turned sideways on the upside-down bucket they use as a piano bench, cradling lilith’s hands in her hands and warming them with her breath.

faint notes of matcha and anise from her mouth and lilith wondering how she’d taste.

cam murmuring, ‘you’re freezing. doesn’t it hurt?’ and lilith shrugs.

she can’t look at cam while she speaks. afraid she’ll lose the words, or decide to do something else with her mouth. she’s not good at talking, learned ASL and ESL to let her speak with other divers underwater. in water, sound behaves differently.

‘most fish are cold-blooded. it allows them to live in broader temperature ranges. a useful adaptation for an environment that is traversable vertically and horizontally.’

cam humming, playing with her fingers now, finding the calluses, skin-texture shaped by years of performing certain, repetitive actions. lilith has a few from holding cutlery too tightly.

dark curls shifting as cam looks up. ‘you study that, right? adaptations.’

sign language underwater. backpacks in trees and a body growing fond of the cold. old manor houses with poor central heating and lilith curled up next to the fire downstairs while her mother is at dinner parties. waking up with a blanket over her, and for years convincing herself it was her father’s ghost. because she could not imagine her mother, tipsy in high-heels, smelling of cigarillo smoke, having the delicacy to cover up the small shape half-lit by the dying fire.

maybe she just didn't want to see it.

‘yes, among other things.’ lilith watches her fingers fold, unfold, as cam manipulates them. ‘some fish, like bluefin tuna, are warm-blooded. this allows them to swim on average around 1.6 times faster than other fish. an advantage, but it also makes them more vulnerable to the effects of climate change. temperature and habitat disruption.’

‘is that why you won’t wear a coat? are you afraid of adapting?’

cam’s eyes are shrewd, searching.

biting her lip, hands almost pulling out from the campfire of cam’s hands. ‘i- no i just… want to belong here. don’t like hiding from it, don’t like all the tight layers and the itchy heat. i like the water to decide how i feel.’

(so you don’t have to.)

camila is not so unkind as to say it, but her dark eyes are bathypelagic. deep, but home to things lilith loves.

‘i like to be free,’ she finishes. a bit lamely, in her mind, but cam only looks intrigued.

she curls lilith’s hands into two tight fists and returns them to her. they end up on her lap, peeling back apart like a pair of dead crabs.

‘but… sometimes adaptations are good, right?’

lilith shrugs, ‘yes, and sometimes they’re a cancer. evolution is a one-sided story. it’s not an artist’s sketch, or god. it’s chaos - just an account of a bunch of creatures who got lucky.’

she expects this to provoke a flinch, a wash of cold water, but camila only giggles, taps a few keys. the start of a tune lilith half-recognizes. familiar in the way a mouth can be even after a long time, with eyes closed.

‘you’re right.’ cam's eyes glitter. things live in the deep ocean where it’s dark. lilith knows this, but cam’s eyes make her believe it. ‘people can get used to the cold.’

her cold hands in cam’s warmth

‘but it’s okay to be warm sometimes?’ cam's voice hitches up at the end, so maybe it's a question. maybe she should answer.

lilith wonders if cam knows how to sign. she should teach her. it’s so useful for diving, for when a girl takes all the air out of the room.

cam turns bright, then. pelagic. ‘also, you don’t want to end up getting sick around me. i’ll make you so much tea you’ll start to hate me.’

impossible, lilith thinks. but all she does is nod, and look away.

#palmer station au #and then the obligatory sickfic ghdkslds #camilith #anon #i am giving you a good grade in sending me asks #casper writes

[birgittesilverbae]

wait, you can’t say dads!mary/shannon meetcute and then not give us the meetcute. inquiring minds would like to know!!

"Are you Mary?" 

Mary scrubs a hand across her brow, wiping away beads of sweat, and stands tall from where she'd been waist deep in an engine compartment. "That's me. What can I do you for?"

There's a low whistle and Mary pauses for a moment, deciding whether or not to preen. She knows she looks good, her back and arms wiry with muscle from years of wrestling with cars, but some asshole hitting on her at seven in the morning is that absolute last thing she needs. 

She turns, then, with a sigh. "What do you want?"

The girl isn't even looking at her, and Mary re-evaluates the whole encounter. She's got her face buried in her phone, eyebrows pinched tight together, a look of concern readily apparent on her face.

"Hello? Anybody in there?"

The girl jumps, flushes bright red to her hairline. "Sorry, sorry, just got a text from my– my sister. Yeah. My sister. You're Mary, yeah?"

"Who's asking?"

She sticks out her hand and Mary takes it. The handshake is firmer than she'd expected, the girl's forearms corded with as much muscle as Mary's. "Shannon. The guy at the front desk really sang your praises about your skill with jeeps."

"Did he, now?"

"Said you're the best he's ever seen with them."

"He's not wrong," she admits, leaning back against the truck's bumper. "Though I haven't worked on any in a few months. You bring one in for me to look at?"

Shannon's smile is blindingly bright. "Well, here's the thing…"

//

"Want some more water?"

Mary shades her eyes with her hand and squints up at Shannon. "Do I want some more water," she echoes.

"Yeah." Shannon shakes her water bottle in demonstration, her tank top gapping open with the movement, revealing flashes of hard abs. Mary tears her eyes away, forces her gaze back to Shannon's face. "Hydration is paramount."

Mary grabs for a pebble and flings it at her. "Remind me again why I agreed to let you drag me out into the middle of nowhere?"

"Because it's your job?" 

"I'm a mechanic, not a backcountry hiker."

"Well, today you're whatever I pay you to be," Shannon snaps back, eyes flashing angrily. She jerks her head towards the trail. "It's only a kilometre or two further."

Mary pushes herself to her feet with a groan and shoves Shannon's shoulder as she passes, swiping the water bottle from her hand on her way. "Better get moving, then."

//

The jeep's halfway down a gully, still in the shade of the cliff wall. Mary eyes it as they clamber down towards it. An older model, beaten up but quite clearly lovingly repaired. An enthusiast's jeep, not just a weekend warrior's. She eyes Shannon with renewed interest, but Shannon's gaze is elsewhere. 

"Lilith?"

Mary startles once at the volume of Shannon's yell, a second time when a head pops up in the rear of the jeep.

"Back here, Shan," the kid calls. She's sixteen, maybe seventeen, and she eyes Mary with deep-seated distrust. 

"Settle, Lilith, she's here to help. Where's Bea?"

Mary jumps a third time when a hand is raised beside Lilith and waves awkwardly.

"'m here, Shan." It's another young voice, high-pitched and reedy. Lilith catches the waving hand and kneels back out of sight. 

"My sisters," Shannon says, as though that explains anything at all given how little alike she and Lilith look. She nods towards the hood of the jeep. "I think it might be something with the radiator, but I'm not sure."

"What–"

Shannon shakes her head, tugs on her backpack strap. "Keys should be in the ignition. I need to–" She gestures awkwardly towards the rear of the vehicle, and Mary nods her assent. At least the presence of two teenagers likely decreases the chance she's going to end up murdered, right? 

//

"You were right about it being the radiator," Mary says, poking her head into the back of the jeep.

"Huh?" Shannon's head snaps around towards her from where she's kneeling beside a prone teenager. Lilith's got the girl – Bea? – Bea's head in her lap, and Shannon's rucked her shirt up to reveal her stomach. There's a massive bruise spanning her side, centred on imprints of waist and chest seatbelts. Shannon strokes Bea's cheek and nods to Lilith. "I've just gotta–"

"Go wheel," Bea says, her voice hazy. Lilith snorts out a laugh, and when Shannon jumps down from the back of the jeep her face is bright red. 

"Wheel?" Mary asks, but Shannon shakes her head. 

"Ignore her, she's a bit out of it. You said it was the radiator?"

"Leak in the coolant hose. I patched it with duct tape. Should be enough to get it back to the shop to replace the hose." Mary glances down the gully. "Not to judge or anything, but did you really go off-roading without knowing that emergency fix?"

Shannon's face manages to turn even more red, if that's possible. "No, I know that," she says, pulling off her ballcap and running a hand through her hair. "I just– I wasn't thinking clearly." She gestures towards the rear of the jeep. "I think of Lilith as more capable than she actually is sometimes and I let her drive because she's got her learner's permit so it's fine, right, only obviously it wouldn't be but I get carried away with them sometimes because they're just, like, so adult about so many things and–"

"Hey," Mary says, laying a hand on Shannon's forearm, "hey, breathe."

Shannon presses a hand to her chest and breathes deeply, once, twice, a third time. "I'm sorry I jumped down your throat on the way up," she says, her voice ragged. "I really appreciate you coming out here."

"Well, my thought process was 'if I die, I die, and I'm bored anyways'," Mary admits, shoving her hands in her pockets and shrugging. 

Shannon peers up at her. "Oh, God, this was a really strange request, wasn't it. I didn't think that through at all. Oh, fuck me."

"Well, yeah, the five klick hike back to town when you absolutely have cell service out here kinda clued me in to that." Mary chuckles at the stricken look on Shannon's face. "It happens, alright? Your sister got hurt, it's normal to panic about that. But I've patched the hose and topped up the coolant to replace the leakage and we're gonna get her to the hospital to get her ribs looked at and then you're gonna pay me more than it's worth to replace the hose."

"And you're gonna get her phone number," Bea's slurred voice calls from the back of the jeep. 

Shannon turns scarlet, and Mary cocks an eyebrow, unable to tamp down a smug grin. "Is that so?"

"And take her on a date," Bea adds, almost as an afterthought.

Shannon buries her face in her hands and sighs.

#fic: dads #mary x shannon #ask #anon #ty for the prompt! #they're all fucking disasters #shannon is trying so hard to be what her kid sisters need but then her panic response of 'get help' overwhelms everything #sisters in the 'these are my baby ducklings now' kinda way #shorthand to avoid having to explain Tragic Backstories #'they're my sisters but they're not each other's sisters' #mary: I don't even wanna ask #myfic #mywn