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[joshsbimbo]

stealing is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

pairings: security guard! mike schmidt x shoplifter! reader

warnings: shoplifting, getting caught stealing, being in a cell, oral (m! receiving), forced stripping, mockery.

a/n: i thought mall jail was real when i was younger but it ISNT i hope this makes sense to y’all 💋

♡ the mall is filled with clothes, makeup, food, and toys. all of your favorite things in one place! it also had fun activities like massage chairs, smelling candles, and stealing!!

♡ you scanned the store, licking a cherry flavored dum dum, positioning your body so only you could see what you were doing. you snuck in a pair of earrings into your purse and a bracelet.

♡ you continued to the clothing racks, picking out multiple tops and hiding one within one. the sweet lady handed you a door sign with the number 3, not knowing you actually had 6. you entered the changing room and took off your baggy hoodie. taking off the tags before layering the tops on yourself, then putting your hoodie back on.

♡ you made sure to buy a necklace, sucking the candy as you happily made your way to the exit. it was a nice haul for one store, you were excited to go to another store before the alarm went off.

♡ “excuse me, ma’am. i’m going to have to check your receipt.” the security guard said. his tired eyes looking down at you, flickering his eyes to your purse and back to you. he held his hand out, furrowing his eyebrows.

♡ you exit the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop, “mhm, of course!” you place the receipt on his calloused, big hands as you make eye contact with him, smiling sweetly.

♡ he checked the receipt and opened your shopping bag with his other hand. his hand exited before digging into your purse abruptly, “what a shame that you forgot to close your purse.”

♡ you look at his name tag before looking up at him with pleading eyes, “mike, you can let this slide, right?”

♡ “depends, is this your first time?”

♡ “mhm, yes it is, sir..” you bit your lip.

♡ “what a fucking liar.” he gripped your arm tightly, leading you to mall’s cells.

♡ you wrapped your hands around his arm, trying to pull him off. “c’mon, please, mike?” batting your eyelashes as you look up at him, but he ignored you.

♡ the room was small with one cell, a telephone, and a desk. he kept his grip tight, throwing you into a cell. he locked it, taking the chair out from under the desk, facing it so he can watch you.

♡ “you really think these people are this stupid, huh?” he ran his hands through his brown curls, a frustrated sigh leaving his pretty lips.

♡ you were on the ground, crawled up in the corner. your ass ached from the throw, you knew it was going to bruise. you teared up as your lip quivered, “n-no..”

♡ “of course you do! shielding your hands from the cameras?” he takes out his walkie talkie. “you see this? every time they see you, the dumb slut, they tell us to keep a close eye on her.”

♡ “d-dumb slut..?” you questioned, tears rolling down your cheek.

♡ “look at the way you dress, how you act, the way you look-“ he paused, scanning your body. “that hoodie is new though.”

♡ he was right. the hoodie was new, something you would never be caught dead wearing.

♡ “take it off.”

♡ “wh- no!” you blurted out between sobs.

♡ “what’s wrong? not wearing a bra? that’s not a problem because everyone’s seen your tits, dumb slut.” he hissed through his teeth.

♡ “fuck yo-“

♡ “i’ll call the cops. is that what you want, hm?”

♡ “n-no! fine. i’ll do it!” you took off the hoodie, your mascara running down your cheeks as you looked at him.

♡ “was wondering where you put those tops..” he grins. “sensitive, slutty, and somewhat smart?” he chuckles, man spreading, his bulge showing through his slacks.

♡ even through your sobs, your face scrunches up in disgust. eyeing his huge- you mean, gross bulge.

♡ he smirks, “wanna help me? it’s the least you could, making me work extra hard just so you could look slutty..”

♡ “fuck no.” you say, covering yourself with your hoodie.

♡ he glides his hand on the telephone, “a simple 911 call..” he jokingly presses the phone against his ear, twirling the wire, mocking you by batting his eyelashes, “e-excuse me, sir!” he let out a breathy laugh, remembering your pleas. “this young lady h-has been… been stealing!” he forces the stuttering, pouting, and out right mocking you.

♡ “just let me go! please!”

♡ god, hearing you beg made his cock harder. he pressed on one of the buttons, “nine.”

♡ “stop!” you screamed, hurriedly taking off two of the tops, leaving you in a white tank top with no bra.

♡ “that’s the slut i know..” he scanned your body, your nipples hardened from the cold air, the perky buds in view, your tight shorts, making your thighs look extra plump, and the straps of your thong showing. the combination of your body, ruined makeup, red tongue from your treat made him need to palm his bulge through his pants.

♡ you shuddered at the sight, no no no… you felt your wetness leaking from your lips, onto your underwear. “t-this is illegal.. keeping me here t-to take advantage of me..” you warned him, but you fucking loved it.

♡ “strip searches are legal.” he spat out. “now strip.”

♡ you pouted as you unbuttoned your shorts.

♡ “turn around.” he ordered

♡ you turn around, bending down as you slid off your shorts. you could hear him groan at the sight of you, your pussy barely hidden from how soaked your thong was. you smile to yourself, pulling down your thong slowly. a string connecting your cunt to the fabric, the string getting longer the further you pull them down.

♡ when you meet his gaze again, his cock is out. twitching as his pre cum leaked down his beautiful pink tip to his unshaven base. “hmm, now your top.” he groans.

♡ you noticed the more you resisted, the more his cock ached. “please don’t make me.” you whimpered out as you tilted your head to the side, a chill running up your spine as you watched his cock leak even more.

♡ he pressed another button, “one.”

♡ you forced more tears down your cheek as you pulled off your top, your clothes lying beside you. he slid the keys to you, grinning as he watched you snatch it from the ground. you reach out from the bars and unlocked your cell, dropping on your knees in front of him.

♡ he runs his hand through your hair, gripping it as you lick from the base to the tip of his cock. he looks down at you, smirking, as you look up at him with your messy eyeliner and mascara running down. “poor baby, hadn’t had cock in hours. so desperate for a dribble of cum, hm?”

♡ “mhm..” drips oozes out of your pussy onto the tiles, you whine as you swirl your tongue around his cock. sending vibrations down his cock, swallowing the salty, sticky fluid. as you entered more of him inside, he forced the rest deep inside your throat.

♡ “your throat feels so nice, baby..” his head is pulled back, groaning at the sound of your gags, not daring to look at your messy face cause he knows he’ll cum at the sight. “bet you’re happy that you got caught, hm?”

♡ you slide him off your mouth with a pop for a moment, stroking him as you talk, “yes, yes… m’ so happy..” you immediately continue to deepthroat his cock, feeling it twitch as you hallow your cheeks.

♡ “i’ll call the cops if you don’t swallow every fucking drop.” he orders before cumming down your throat. his load was too big, dripping down his cock and your chin. “all. of. it.” he looks down at your fucked up face.

♡ “yes, sir..” swiping your finger to slide the excess cum into your mouth. looking into his hooded eyes with a sultry look before entering one of his sacks his mouth.

♡ despite just cumming in your mouth, his cock still hard. watching you as you suck his most sensitive place, his cock twitching, “of course you’re fucking experienced.”

♡ you giggle, “i would’ve drank it all regardless, mikey..”

♡ he grins, “you can keep your shit. next time i won’t be so nice, though.”

♡ “thank you, sir. :3”

thank u for reading and yes you said :3 out loud :33333

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[suchawrathfullamb]

One thing I don't get is how can some fans see and write Hannibal as protective or caring of Will? He never cared about Will's safety, he has done so much damage to Will's body, it's out of character that he'd suddenly care...I don't know, I just feel like it's wishful thinking of shippers. I ship them too but I'm not delusional about Hannibal...He would still hurt Will in season 4 and I hate when fics write him as if he gives a fuck about Will's well being.

Oh wow. Okay.

Hannibal has known pain in a way most people around him have not. He has known cold, hunger, loss, abandonment, violence and death and god knows what else. All of this before his rational mind was fully developed, which essentially means his mind was shaped through those experiences. That's what it's ingrained in him, regardless of anything else, even the luxurious and opulent life he built for himself years later.

"God" throws his seeds in the air, violently, and they scatter everywhere. Some fall on fertile soil, and grow to become beautiful, strong trees. Some fall on rocky ground and don't yield any fruits. And some fall on thorns, and those thorns choke them. God is ruthless and careless, but not all of his seeds become the byproduct of his violence. But some do. That's just the way it is.

So the first part of this answer is not an attempt to justify Hannibal's behavior, but simply put it into context. No, he didn't have to punish the world for his own suffering. But he chose to do so. Well, I personally don't believe it's a choice, per se, but more of an illusion of choice. People tend to think they are always choosing how to act, but digging into human psyche, you'd find that no, you never had a choice. Free will is an illusion. The reasons behind your behavior go way back, to places you cannot reach. But that's besides the point.

So, again, don't take this as a justification. Hannibal is what he is, and does what he does.

Hannibal found himself at the mercy of a merciless, careless, amoral God, in his formative years. And so he mirrored that God, "can't beat them, join them" sort of deal. If God is careless, so will he be, if God is amoral, then so will he be. If He gives and takes as he pleases, then so will him. If he delights in bloodshed, then so will him. He won't try to please God, he will please himself. He won't worship God, he will worship pleasure, because it is the antithesis of what he feels. We worship that which we desire to experience, or that which we perceive as the opposite of what we're trying to escape from, the remedy for our specific wound. if you fear death, worship him, the one who conquered it and rose victorious above it. Or if you fear your own desires, the same one offers you to be cleanse of those things you perceive as shameful. Whatever you fear, there's a God for you.

And Hannibal's God, at least for most of his life, would become the big P's: Pleasure and Power. It's only a little funny that in order to experience one, you need to let go of the other, at least to some degree.

Hannibal is so afraid of the pain and vulnerability he felt, having perceived it as lethal, that he learned how to remain in absolute control of himself and his environment. He was, in his mind, unaffected by God. You can't hurt him, because he does not expect You not to. In fact, he expects the worst out of You.

He collects church collapses to remind himself that God does not care, since He is destroying his dedicated worshippers. To remind himself of how little his own destructions matter, how small they are, compared to God's.

So, play a little Will Graham here and see through his mind. Walk in his shoe and see. If you do so, you'll never think that him caring about Will is out of character because he hurts him.

Will did something to Hannibal that only God was able to. He made him vulnerable, made him feel out of control. Not even his sister was able to fully accomplish that. Hannibal loved Mischa, but he ate her to prove to himself (and to God), that he was beyond love. That even if he loved, he was still stronger than that feeling. That it wouldn't overpower him. Our NBC Hannibal didn't eat Mischa because he had to. He ate her to forgive her, for making him love her. "I forgive you for being so lovely, and now I will consume you to dominate this weakness". He wasn't able to do that to Will, and he wasn't going to. Bryan Fuller has confirmed he wasn't going to go through with it in the head sawing scene. No matter how hard he tries, Will always conquers him.

Imagine what this must feel like for Hannibal. He had the will to eat his sister. God took her away from him, violently, and he was still capable of defying Him by willingly consuming her, "you do what you will, but I'm still stronger, you are not capable of destroying me, look what I can do with the pain you give me". It's as if Hannibal sees God as a ruthless father who keeps testing him, over and over again. Beating him in the face, repeatedly, and all he needs to do is take it, bloody and smiling, as if he's enjoying it, as if God's intention of causing pain is futile. Does that evoke a certain scene from the show in your memory?

Hannibal finds some people slightly interesting, some disposable, some inconvenient, and most boring. He sees them as weak, mostly. They haven't endured what he has, they complain about things that are frivolous to him, they care about things that don't matter to him, and mostly, they would never relate to him, to his view of life. They'd be scared, or disgusted by him. He knows he's a monster in most people's perspective. Does he see himself as a monster? He tries not to. He looks at his church collapses whenever he feels this thought creeping inside his head. Yes, of course he sees himself as a monster. But he works very hard to argue against that...After all, God is so much worse.

Arrogance is not a an actual belief of superiority. It's just a mask for a deep feeling of inadequacy. It's an overcompensation. He has learned, from the way he was raised, and the type of people around him, that politeness and etiquette are signs of dominance, and most importantly, the opposite of what most tend to consider ugliness and brutality. Someone harmed him very gently. A nice and friendly person. No one believed him. And so, he learned the best character to play was this exact one.

I could be wrong, this isn't canon, it's just the most obvious explanation. But regardless if Hannibal is the way he is independently of the trauma, as Mads stated, that doesn't mean he didn't adapt, evolve, become. I already established that I do not think he is the way he is because of his trauma, I'm still going along with canon. But I see him as just one of God's little seeds that didn't fall on good soil. But he's still a human being, regardless if he's the incarnation of Satan, he's still incarnated, literally meaning born in flesh. He still has a linear story, a way of becoming, of flourishing (or withering) in a manner that his thorns could rise from his skin and harm others, even if they were there all along.

Punishing "the rude" is a way of justifying his own motives. Can't kill other killers, that would be hypocritical of him, he's not trying to be a vigilante, he's beyond that. Can't kill people who remind him of those who harmed in the past, that would be vindictive of him, therefore a display of weakness, as if he's still affected by them. So? Kill whoever is rude, disrespectful, unrefined out of pettiness. It's petulant and it is flippant (in most cases, that homophobic medical consultant may or may not had it coming, I didn't say it, you did), but it's the only reason he found. Other killers may kill because they can, because whatever. Hannibal needed to justify it to himself, in a way that still put him in a position of power. Again, vengeance or vigilance is too affective to his liking. He doesn't like playing good or bad. He just likes playing.

Here comes Will Graham with his rude, dismissive, agitated, grumpy and messy behavior. He's arrogant, he's childish, he lacks control of himself, yet everyone sees him as innocent, pure, genuine. What a punch to the stomach. Hannibal has to try so hard to be seen as innocent. And there goes this mongoose, acting all crazy and everybody treats him like an injured puppy. But he's just like Hannibal, he has thorns peaking out of his back, forcing their way out. And he's still able to be perceived as innocent? Oh no. Not on Hannibal's watch. So he turns people against him.

Hannibal's very aware of how Will affects people around him. He knew Alana liked him, he even told Will in the first episode, in the breakfast scene, but they cut the line out. He wanted to know if Will liked her back, but was dismissed. He tells him how Jack sees him as fragile, tells Alana they have Will dressed in moral dignity, pants, "nothing is his fault". He's very aware of how Will is able to evoke this type of unconditional compassion.

But then it affects him.

He wasn't expecting it, he was surely not prepared for it. All he knew was to hurt. Eat him like he did his sister. Hannibal realized his feelings were deepening in the opera episode, the singer who played that part (of the opera singer) said she chose the aria specifically for this, because it was like Hannibal was realizing he had a heart. He cried. Later on, Will told him he kissed Alana and that his connection to the killer, Tobias, was getting stronger ("it's our song"). This affects Hannibal in a way that disturbs him, and so he acts impulsively and sends Will to Tobias. "I do not care about him, see?". Denial.

What a shocker when he has to face the truth that he does, in fact, care. He looks defeated, and submissive in that scene ("I was worried you were dead"), even their physical positions mirrors that...But, "I got here on my own", he insists on remarking, after Will says he feels like he dragged Hannibal into his world. No. You didn't. I am here because I chose to be. I am still in control.

After that, he cannot lie to himself any longer, he knew what he felt when he thought he had lost Will. And so, it only got worse from that point on. Now, he was aware of his feelings and actively fighting them. All of his actions were an attempt to eradicate Will, as a way to eradicate his feelings towards him, to prove to himself that he can still overpower his feelings, "see? I can still do what I want with you, my feelings for you do not stop me". And Will rejects him for the first time, in that kitchen. And he still loves him. How infuriating. So he decides, "No, I will not jeopardize my own freedom for you." Anger.

When he saw Will in prison for the first time, you could almost see the exhilaration in his eyes. To cage the one who controls you, how divine of a feeling. He is elated. At first.

It seems that it takes Hannibal a few shocks to realize that he does care, a lot, about Will. And so he realizes that, once more. And needs to deal with it...Again. Meanwhile his inner world is spinning out of control, it is becoming a grand, beautiful mess, and he cannot stop himself, even though he is trying very hard to.

Bedelia brings him to awareness by telling him he's obsessed. "I'm intrigued", he tries, mostly to himself. Obsessed? Him? No, it can't be. Nobody is capable of doing this to him. Obsession indicates a lack of control, the incapacity to take one's mind off of a subject. Just imagine the war he was battling inside himself.

When Will tries to kill him (by proxy) he is as satisfied as he is hurt. Satisfied because he was right, Will is a killer. Hurt because he did almost die. The night he lets Alana kiss him and decides to engage with her, it's the night Jack made it clear Hannibal was a suspect. He felt alone without Will, and Alana made him feel less alone, "walking away what does that leaves us with?", he asks, "each other", she says. He does appreciate her, even if she doesn't truly see him and when she eventually does, she's afraid, she's still better than nothing, and convenient for his alibi. But it's more than that. This is the woman who had (has) feelings for Will, and those feelings seemed to be reciprocated, at least to some extent and at some point. Having her is like conquering Will in a petty way. "She rejected you. You rejected me. Now we're together", it says.

But he still sees potential in Will, in their union, and he still cannot deal with the ache of being without him. And so he finds a way to get him back, let his bird out of the cage, unbound, even if it means danger. He's so lost in his feelings that he allows himself to be deluded, to believe, to open himself up. And even after realizing the betrayal, he still couldn't let go, and offered his carefully crafted life, up, "we could disappear tonight". And when Will says "you were supposed to leave", he doesn't interpret it as protection, he hears it as rejection. Again. He did the same thing to Hobbs, not because he cared, but because he wanted to. He doesn't think Will did that because he cares, at most, he thinks he did because he felt guilty for lying. But mostly, this is Will rejecting him again. He is devastatingly hurt, and Will stands like God, so cold, so cruel. But at least you have a body, so I'll hurt your body, since I can't hurt your feelings, apparently. "You think you can change me?", denial, "I already did," the truth, spitting on his face. So he ends Abigail, because to Hannibal, Will cared about her, he protected her, he had compassion for her. But not him, so she will be Will's pain. "No, you haven't changed me. See? I'm still the monster". The monster he tries to convince himself he isn't, the monster he tried to show Will he wasn't, but Will didn't want that gift. That burden, that curse. But he'll call it a gift, to make himself feel better. After all, he's so much better than everyone else and seeing him in all his truth is such an honor...Isn't it?

He knows Will is right, even if he kills Abigail to prove a point, in his mind, he knows he's right (the script says so). So really, there is no point in denying anymore. But can still move on, overcompensating for the dark, endless pit in his soul, with opulence and a smile. Until Will comes to him, and once again, he cannot handle himself, and he's at it again, acting completely reckless and out of control.

"I forgive you", hope. Then Will tries to kill/harm him. And he's so done. With everything. Everything. How many times will Will Graham shake him out of his center, ruin his sense of self, spin him out of control, play him, hurt him? Leave him? No more, that's how many. He's done. He's ending it. And he knows he won't live without him. He's so deranged in that scene, so...Out of it, almost uncharacteristically insane. Consuming his God, finally. "I'll do this, so the pain will stop," he bargains.

Then, he would most likely end himself indirectly after that. After all, "suicide is the enemy", but letting himself get caught after a lifetime of expertly evading it, isn't the same now, is it? Of course not. Surrendering to the authorities even though you are certain you'll get the death penalty isn't the same as suicide, of course not. Refuting your insanity plea that saved you from getting the death penalty also isn't suicide, of course not. Not at all. Neither is allowing God to throw you off the cliff, even though you made it very clear that you were aware of His intentions.

Hannibal Lecter loves Will Graham to the point of insanity. He hurts him out of insanity, out of the inability to surrender to his love. When he finally does, he regrets what he did to Will. He's so insanely filled with regret he tries to reverse time. He's acting maniacally, and then he's rejected again. And just...Gives up. Accepts it. "He knew Will would come back, it was just another manipulation"...He gave up his freedom and risked his life just to be petty? Sure. You tell yourself that cause it's exactly what he'd rather you believe in.

At the end, he looks at a weapon and considers hurting Will, but he can't. He knows Dolarhyde is watching. Knows where he is. Will tells him he doesn't think he can save himself, and maybe that's okay. Hannibal clocks him right there, and his compassion for Will is inconvenient as he steps in front of him and takes the bullet. It's inconvenient when he allows Will to pull them off the cliff just to be able to hold him, even if it's for first and last time, because he'd rather die than live without him.

After all, how do you leave without your God once you've been graced by His glory?

So no. I don't this logic makes sense, anon. You're interpreting Hannibal as a person who follows one logic, when he in fact, "follows several trains of thought at once without distraction from any". And one of the trains is love.

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[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 1/20 Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Cadash/Varric Tethras, Female Cadash & Male Hawke, Male Hawke & Varric Tethras Characters: Shae Cadash, Varric Tethras, Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Bianca Davri, Kieran (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Starts pre-canon, Outsider POV for DA2, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, slow emotional burn, Friends to Lovers, Regardless of What That Contract Said, Explicit Sexual Content, Comfort Sex, Hawke Ships It, Dubious Spycraft, Remember Kids: the Carta Is Like the Mob, Dwarf Culture & Customs, My Own Dwarf Lore [side-eyes BW], Background Relationships, Skips Through Canon, Angst and Feels, The Emotional Labor Carried By One Bottle of Whiskey, Happy Ending Summary:

A Carta spy and a jaded author meet and part. And meet and part.

And then there’s a hole in the sky.

Heroes are everywhere, but neither of them really think they fit the bill. They just want some peace and quiet. Guess they’ll have to make it themselves.

 Beta'd by Iron_Angel. NSFW will be marked **. Updates weekly.

Chapter 1 - The Mark

Varric dropped down from the ledge he’d been on, the one she never even noticed in her haste to follow his boot prints.  He held the crossbow at his waist with little effort.  The look on his face was determined for all of a second before it fell away into something both softer and dismayed as he looked at her.

“Am I getting older or are you runners getting younger?”

“I’m twenty,” she snapped, indignant despite the situation.  She was hardly a child.  She’d been working for her father for almost six years now.  She tugged on her sleeve, but he pinned it good.  She’d have to wrestle the bolt out of the wall or tear it to get free.  His aim was meticulous.  She could feel a slice along the top of her wrist, but it was a mere papercut compared to what she knew he could do with his weapon.

“You got a name, sweetheart?”

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| M i d n i g h t T r e a t |

SUMMARY: Lani rouses from her bed in the middle of the night for a glass of water, but what she finds in the kitchen is better than any midnight treat.

Alternate Title: Lucifer is Touch Starved and has a Breeding Kink

FANDOM: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

PAIRING: Lucifer x MC, Lucifer x OFC

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ ONLY.  

WORD COUNT: 3.3k+

OTHER TAGS: Budding Love, Mutual Pining, Domestic, Brotherly Love, Belphie forgot to do the dishes again, Lucifer Is A Good Brother, Midnight graveyard strolls, Demon Sex, Cemetery sex, Semi-Public Sex, Touch-Starved, is this how demon babies are made, Vaginal Sex, Wall Sex, Standing up sex, Sex on what might be a tomb, Breeding Kink, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, no beta we die like

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The muffled sound of slippered feet, gliding across the polished floor of the House of Lamentation, ceased abruptly when interrupted by some faint noise originating from the kitchen area. Lani’s sleep-muddled mind vaguely recognized the faint tune of a song first heard long ago. Rubbing lazily at one eye with a loose fist, the woman silently made her way over to investigate. She soon realized she’d caught an oblivious Lucifer humming hoarsely to himself while cleaning up the kitchen. 

Said task had been assigned to Belphie that night, at least according to the ever-rotating chore schedule Lucifer had come up with; yet another measure designed to teach his younger brothers a thing or two, even if that was merely cleaning up after themselves. Though it was clear that night the schedule hadn’t been followed, most likely due to the sleepy nature of the purple-eyed demon.

As the eldest, more often than not, Lucifer had to step up to the role of caretaker, and Lani found her lips curling into a fond smile on their own accord. She now stood flush against the frame of the arched entrance of the kitchen. Keeping most of her body behind her and out of sight, she let her cheek rest against the cool wall while watching the raven-haired demon move freely about.

He wasn’t wearing a jacket like he usually did, and she spied what she assumed his go-to leather gloves to be, tucked into the back pocket of his well-fitting pants. His shirt was the colour of spiced wine, its long sleeves neatly rolled up to his strong forearms. With one else around, his shoulders seemed broader in their relaxed state, though she could almost see sculpted muscles moving under his tailored clothes with every movement. The fabric strained slightly around Lucifer’s biceps, and Lani’s gaze moved without shame, wasting no time to admire the star of her fantasies in a way she seldom had the luxury to.

A clean, dry cloth was rubbed against a freshly washed plate, while Lani focused on the demon’s strong hands and long, slender fingers. Those which she definitely had not thought about before, in the darkness of her quarters, during the seemingly endless nights when slumber avoided her like the plague.

“Is there something you need?” a low voice asked, snapping the woman right out of her thoughts, and sending her skittering backwards in a feeble attempt to hide. “Or are you content enough ogling me from where you are?”

Lucifer teased her, and her heart pounded against her ribcage so loudly she was sure he could hear it all the way to the sink, from where he hadn’t moved or even looked away from.

“I think you’re smarter than trying to pretend you’re not here. You have been for a while, I sensed you as soon as you left your bedroom.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and let her head fall back against the wall behind her. Of course, he knew she was there. She’d been an idiot.

“Hm,” Lucifer let a soft sound when she continued to refuse showing herself, and Lani instantly pushed away the treacherous thought of him sounding disappointed.

It took her longer than she’d ever admit to muster up enough courage to finally step into the room. The dim light overhead seemed to cast an accusing, mocking shadow over her. She swallowed hard and squared her shoulders, schooling her expression into what she desperately hoped looked like sleepy disinterest.

“I came for water but heard you singing. I didn’t dare interrupt, you seemed to be enjoying yourself,” she finally spoke.

One of Lucifer’s eyebrows arched in apparent surprise, one side of his mouth curling slowly. “Is that so. Well, I hope the show wasn’t too unpleasant.”

“Not at all!” she cut in far too quickly. “I mean. It was a lovely tune, but what surprised me most was that I recognized it. I wasn’t aware you enjoyed… well, I suppose I never thought we’d have similar tastes.”

Agate orbs cut right through her, then. And she felt rooted to the spot from the sheer intensity of his gaze.

“What would make you think that?”

She rolled back and forth on the balls of her feet as she hummed thoughtfully, both her hands now clasped behind her back. “I don’t know. I’m just a fragile human, and you’re… you.”

Lucifer flinched inwardly at what she called herself. At what he had referred to her as, before.

Before he had gotten to know her at all.

“I think you’d be surprised,” he spoke after a long beat.

“I am,” she chirped with a smile so easy and bright it almost hurt.

He huffed out a quiet laugh, letting his head fall forward, leaning his weight on the palm now resting against the sink.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly; head tilted a little to the side. She looked like a confused puppy then, but Lucifer knew better than to say so out loud and risk angering the woman standing before him. Forcing down another chuckle, he gave his head a shake to clear his mind and turned to face her fully.

“As am I.”

Her confusion grew and her frown deepened. His thumb was gently rubbing it before his brain could catch up, vanishing the wrinkles from her forehead and trading them for those eyes he seldom stopped thinking about, eyes so big he could get lost in them.

“Pardon me,” his touch was gone as quickly as it had come, and somewhere deep inside her chest, Lani mourned the loss. “It’s rather late, I’m not acting like myself.”

She agreed. “No, you’re not. But I like it.”

It was his turn to freeze in surprise, and she had the audacity to smirk triumphantly when she noticed. Without another word, she moved past him to fill a cup with water. After a few long gulps that gave him unobstructed view of her naked throat, he found his mouth dry like the desert. To his seemingly never-ending surprise, Lani stepped forward again and raised the cup to his mouth in silent offering.

The pads of his fingertips brushed hers and he bent slightly to take a drink despite refusing to grab the cup himself. The action brought intense heat to Lani’s face, her wide eyes blinking repeatedly in astonishment.

It seemed neither of them was acting like their usual selves.

Typically, Lani would feel him much more distant. Almost as if he were always inside an invisible cage, separating him from the rest, even his brothers. But tonight there was no cage, and she felt so utterly surrounded by his presence it was nearly overwhelming.

She noticed his lips moved, he was speaking to her, but she couldn't make out the words when all she could hear was her pounding heart.

He took one step toward her and she instinctively stepped back, hating herself as soon as she did, but refused to let herself truly believe hurt flashed across his eyes when she dodged him.

“Are you certain you feel all right? It looks like you could use some fresh air. Come, the last thing we want is for you to get sick.”

His voice was so clear then, despite its low volume as he spoke against the shell of her ear. A full-bodied shiver shook her then, and she nodded so enthusiastically she was certain her brain hit her skull a couple times.

“Yes! That sounds like a great idea! All I need is some fresh air and –”

One large hand wrapped around her bicep then and led her in a straight line to and past the front door, until they were both walking slowly along a pebbled path outside their house. No. The house. The House of Lamentation. Not their house.

That sounded… stupid.

Almost like… No.

It sounded stupid.

With the way the night was unfolding, Lani guessed she shouldn’t be so surprised by the familiar way Lucifer treated her. They had known each other for a long time now, but somehow it still felt like they had never had an actual conversation before.

The chill night air did turn out to be a great idea, for Lani felt instantly more awake and less tangled in a web of dangerous thoughts and feelings she’d tried to convince herself didn’t exist in the first place.

Conversation came easily, surprisingly. Or unsurprisingly, rather.

Lucifer was sharp as a whip and charming in a way only he could be.

It was far too easy to forget about the whole “demon thing”, and just listen to his voice tell her short anecdotes and chime in with her own thoughts every now and then. That was a whole feat all on its own. Lani spent far too much time in her own head and was often content to simply watch the world pass her by, instead of acting like an active part of it. She second-guessed herself often, and if she felt bold enough to share her thoughts and opinions every once in a while, she most certainly spent the following night wide awake, replaying said conversations in her mind over and over, cringing at every word she’d spoken.

“I really admire how much you love your brothers,” she confessed before realizing the weight of the words she’d kept inside for a bit now. “Sometimes it’s almost like you’re their parent instead of just an older brother. Always picking up after them, making sure they don’t get in trouble. And man! There’s six of them, can’t possibly be easy at all!” she laughed heartily and glanced up at the onyx sky. “It makes me wonder how you manage to make time for yourself at all. Especially since you’re always so diligent with your work at RAD and with Diavolo, it’s just… Sometimes I feel like there aren’t enough hours in a day to do all I have to do, and it’s like you… It’s like you carry the world on your shoulders like Atlas, but you’re so strong it doesn’t even show! You always look so put together and… I don’t know. I’m kind of envious, I guess.”

She chuckled lowly before noticing that during her ramble, Lucifer had stopped dead in his tracks and was staring at her with something so indescribable, she feared the intensity would crush her.

“Shit,” she mumbled. “Shit. Shit, I’m so sorry. I said something I shouldn’t have, didn’t I?” she ran back to where he stood and fought the overbearing urge to grab his hands in hers and beg for forgiveness. “Lucifer, I’m sorry, I just talk without thinking and…” she trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

Lucifer gazed down at his shoes for a second, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet his now unbearably dry lips. “Stop.”

Lani swallowed and froze, almost like he’d given her a pact order.

He shook his head once again before leaning it all the way back, eyes squeezed shut.

What was it about this woman that made him loose his footing like an absolute fool?

She winced but said nothing, her gaze scanning his every moment while every second went by unnaturally slow.

“Do you really believe all that?”

“Huh?” she twisted her neck like a little owl, once again confused and oblivious. “I do. That’s why I said it, but I’m very sorry if I offended you.”

He made a low sound, almost like a chuckle, and gazed at her incredulously.

“What?” she huffed in annoyance, her palm colliding against his solid chest in a feeble attempt to shove him.

The nerve of her, Lucifer thought to himself with a smile.

This seemed to annoy her even more, because she got both her feet steady beneath her and looked like she was prepared to shove against him again. Only her footing wasn’t as solid as she’d thought, because Lucifer caught her hands in one of his effortlessly and pulled her forward, trapping her arms between them, and causing her to stumble and collide with his body, her entire frame engulfed by his.

“Do I really look that old to you, to be the father of those idiots?” he nearly growled, pleased, like a tiger with its prey between its claws. “The cheek of you, Lin. I should punish you for that.”

“Whaaa–!”

Her eyes grew wide and round like saucers and she would’ve flailed about in pure embarrassment if he hadn’t such a firm grip on her. “That is so not what I said! Is that’s really what you got from all that – Are you – Of course not! You’re… You are old! You’re super old and you know it, you’re toying with me! You know that doesn’t matter because you are so handsome it’s unfair, you don’t even care about your age! I only meant to say I think you would make a great father someday!”

“…Really?”

The knot in Lani’s throat would not go away, no matter how hard she swallowed. Not when he looked at her like that, with his pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of crimson remained. Not when he looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive.

The pair of arms around her tightened, snaking around her silhouette, almost like she was being enveloped in iron, rendering her nearly motionless.

“R-really.”

“You called me handsome.”

“I did. Don’t act all smug about it like you didn’t know it already,” Lani huffed in defeat and settled for avoiding his gaze at all costs. The warmth from before was back in full rage, not limiting itself to her face, but spreading from her chest to every corner and fingertip, until she felt she might overheat and combust.

“You consider me handsome,” he stated as if correcting himself.

Lani grumbled and struggled to no avail, and settled to keeping her gaze locked on one the undone buttons of his collar, desperately trying to compose herself and not let her eyes wander over the exposed skin of his collarbone and neck.

“I’d be an idiot not to,” she tried to justify herself. “Are you satisfied now, oh great Avatar of Pride?”

“Oh, no. Not even close.”

Gulp.

Defying all logic, when Lucifer’s cool and smooth lips pressed against hers, she felt like she’d swallowed a fireball and her gasps only fed it more oxygen to grow. Both his hands were now cradling her head with a delicacy he wasn’t aware he possessed, afraid to feel her crumble beneath his fingertips, to have turn into smoke and slip from his grasp like she did in his dreams every morning he woke to an empty bed.

Lani’s brain was out of commission, then. She threw both arms around his neck and returned his kiss with wild abandon. A pleased growl rumbled in the depths of his chest, one hand moving up to knot in her hair while the other dropped to grab a handful of her backside, causing her to moan out loud.

He wasted no time to taste the inside of her mouth, caressing her soft tongue and exploring every inch. They stumbled blindly until her back was pressed against a tall piece of marble. They had apparently wandered into the cemetery, and Lucifer wasted no time to seize the opportunity to hoist her up against the wall to wrap her legs around his waist.

No longer unsure of her every move, Lani leaped at the opportunity to experience wide awake what she had dreamed about longer than she’d ever admit. Lucifer’s hair was soft, and she couldn’t stop touching it, tousling it and making a mess of it while he kissed her like a man starved, a mix of tongue, lips and teeth, nipping and tugging at her soft mouth, the one he often spent hours fantasizing about.

It didn’t take long for layers of clothing to be shed. She’d all but ripped the buttons of his shirt open, his trousers barely yanked halfway down his thighs while he pawed at her breasts after piercing through the thin fabric of her sleep clothes with his claws, leaving them to fall to the ground in shreds.

Lucifer used whatever what was left of his self-control to stop himself long enough to look Lani straight in the eye, one arm holding her up by her bottom while he gripped himself with his opposite hand, pressed flush against her, but not quite yet. Not without her full consent.

“Fuck’s sake, Lucifer, please, please, f-fuck me already!” she whined, then wept in relief when she felt her body nearly split in half when he sheathed himself with one rough thrust. She wailed and flailed in his embrace, overwhelmed by feeling so incredibly full she might explode. But then he rolled his hips back, and she swore she could cry at the loss.

“You make such pretty noises for me, my love,” he purred against her ear merely a split second before ramming himself back inside her, setting a punishing pace he could not fully control when their bodies seemed to act on their own accord, so attuned to one another, so in need of each other.

Tears of absolute bliss rolled down Lani’s flushed cheeks, but she fought with everything she had to keep her eyes open, not daring to miss a second of her wildest fantasies coming true. “O-oh… Oh! You have no idea how long I’ve – fuck!”

“I do, love, I do,” he assured her before claiming her mouth in yet another searing kiss. “Can you imagine? When I fill you to the brim, could you imagine my seed taking root inside you? Your belly growing round and ripe with my child? I – I, ahh, fuck, so feel so good… So good. My sweet Lin. You have no idea of what you do to me.”

Lani screamed then, pushed off the edge of the precipice by his words alone.

“…Sometimes it’s almost like you’re their parent instead of just an older brother. Always picking up after them, making sure they don’t get in trouble…”

“…I only meant to say I think you would make a great father someday!”

Lucifer held her tightly, kept her caged between the marble wall and his chest, her face pressed against the curve of his neck while she whimpered and mewled and he fucked her all through her first orgasm and into the second. Lani felt like all her nerve endings were exposed, like she was a live wire crackling with electricity. Her teeth sunk into the softness of his neck, nearly piercing the skin and made his knees buckle. The mere sound of their coupling was downright pornographic. The wet sounds and her juices coating her thighs and trickling down his was, at best, lewd.

Unwilling to let go of the sweet woman who’d had yanked him around with an invisible leash even she was unaware of, Lucifer took her apart piece by piece only to put her back together and repeat the process all over again. Her thighs were shaking so hard she was having a hard time not slipping down his body, so he eased her to her feet and flipped her around so her back was flush against him, ripping a scream from her worthy of a Banshee. With one hand wrapped around her throat, he held her upright while the rhythm of his hips refused to falter. The shamelessly loud slapping of her bottom against his skin merely egging him on. Lani was certain she’d wake with bruises, the sharp angles of his hips digging into her skin without mercy but couldn’t find it in herself to care one bit.

Somewhen in the heat of the moment, the demon had released his true form. His large black wings arched inwards to cradle her like the extensions of him they were. She rubbed her cheek against the unbelievable softness of his feathers while one of her arms reached behind her head to grab firmly onto one of his horns.

Lucifer shouted his release, but didn’t dare relent until Lani was a weeping, slobbering mess, unable to wring yet another climax from her exhausted body. His human was unable to stay awake for long after that and he smiled proudly to himself.

He fixed himself up as best he could with one hand, unwilling to release her from his hold even as she slept peacefully against his strong wings. With them, he enveloped her and covered her modesty as best he could, for her clothes laid beyond salvation on the ground, marking the spot where two halves of a soul had finally became one.

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom and it's shamelessly self indulgent so I'm quite nervous but I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it because it's my first fic in a very, very long time.

Feedback is always encouraged and appreciated :)

Thank you for reading! x

#Lucifer x MC #Lucifer x OC #Lucifer #Lucifer Fanctiction #Lucifer Obey Me #Obey Me #Shall We Date Lucifer #swd obey me #fanfic #smut #Lamb writes

[thecottoncandylamb]

Reunions (Or Lamb is terrible at titles)

Here it is. The first of the many, many one shots that I wrote because I'm mentally ill and just want Jones and the Foundation to be in love.

It had been almost 3 years since they had seen each other, and Jones’ world couldn’t be more different. After altering time, the former IO agent had found himself on a new version of the Island, filled to the brim with unfamiliar faces and voices. This time, it carried the name “Helios”, and like every other Island before it, it was in a war for its life. Filled with Loopers and factions, citizens and militaristic groups, it felt the same as every place he had been before. He couldn’t recognize anyone here, nor did anyone recognize him. His only companion here was Peely who got sucked through time with him. Almost immediately upon arrival, the banana was snatched away by the Society, one of the large factions that ruled Helios, when their leader, Valeria, realized Jones could have helpful information related to some box she was looking for.

Since then, Jones has been absolutely *done*. Hope, the leader of the local renegade group known as the “Underground” had been nice enough to let him stay in the abandoned subway she used as a Headquarters, but her kindness and good nature did little to soothe his frazzled nerves, and, like most things, came at a price. Help her defeat the Society while she lent him resources to find Peely. Tit for tat, or so they say, and he was more than willing to return the favor, but Jones was *tired*. He was sick of saving everyone, time and time again just for it to go straight back to shit. He wanted a break, wanted just to have the chance to *actually* enjoy the small moments of peace his actions brought to the island and its inhabitants. A bitter part of him guessed that an eternity of fighting was his punishment for the sins of his past, and he didn’t even bother to stuff that nasty thought away, he just let himself wallow and fester in it. 

Standing in front of his corkboard, which Hope so lovingly dubbed his “conspiracy board”, he glares up at the pictures of the Society Leader’s faces, each pinned up near the rough blueprints of their appropriate bases. The group had caught on to his investigation and started moving the banana between their bases. Letting out a frustrated groan, Jones shoves his fingers under his sunglasses to rub his tired eyes. Deciding to turn in for the night, he shrugs out of his coat and starts making his way toward the pale blue couch he had claimed as his own. Tugging his sweater over his head, he crawls onto the cushion, uses his scarf to cover his eyes, and tries to force himself to relax. Under the mocking glares from the Society members, he turns his back to the board and tries to force himself into a fitful sleep. 

Meanwhile, the Foundation was surprised by how different the Island had become in his absence. New settlements had formed, the land itself had changed, and the home of the Zero Point had a new name; Helios. The leader of the 7 walked slowly down a beaten-up road, the night sky stretching above him. A small building to his right held the smallest trace of a heat signature, an indication that someone had been here recently. Pressing a button on the side of his helmet, he scanned the building, and it seemed to have a passage to the sewers below the streets. Making a mental note to check the schematics of the Island later, he almost leaves the run-down little building behind before *something* stops him. Like a little voice in his ear, something pushed him to investigate further. 

Slowly pushing the door open, he barely acknowledges the loud creak it makes. Let it serve as a warning, he thinks before stepping to look down into the steep drop. A heavy cable hangs from a support beam above him, nearly reaching the floor below. Curling a gloved hand around the cable, the large man lets gravity pull him towards the ground, that annoying little voice in the back of his head urging him to “go go go”. Something was down here, and he wouldn’t stop until he found it. 

A faint signal, like a fluttering pulse, was slowly growing visible to the sensitive scanners in his visor. Taking steady steps, the usually collected man could feel his heart rate accelerate in anticipation. This energy was familiar to him, he’d recognize it anywhere. He’d followed it countless times before, and in this new place filled with unfamiliar faces and voices, he’d be the first to admit that he was excited to see a friendly face. After all of these years, Jones’ bright face was exactly what he needed to feel *normal* again. 

Finally, the signature narrows in, becoming stronger and brighter the further down he descends down a large flight of stairs. Soon, the Foundation entered a large, dilapidated subway station where rubble blocked off most of the entrances and covered large portions of the floor. The ceiling is covered in a plethora of colors, the stained glass painting a rainbow beneath it as dim lights twinkle above it. The room was a cluttered mess: weapons, targets, and old pizza boxes are scattered on tables and the floor, and a heavy rug beneath one of the tables. A large board, covered in pictures and maps stands to his left, reminding him of the early days of manning the 7, when their organization was little more than a small renegade group in his basement. He can’t help but smile at the memory. In the back of the room, almost directly across from the stairs he used to enter the room, there was a pale blue couch with a dark blanket tossed over the back of it. Its back faced him, and he quietly wondered how long the person on the other side had been there. 

The energy signal was all over the room, mixing and mingling with several others, each pacing around the room, back and forth between each object, and he followed it almost eagerly. Rolling his eyes at the frequent circles that were made in front of the board, the energy belonging to Jones didn’t surprise him in the slightest, he watched as eventually, the energy stopped by the couch. Taking strides, he hates the eager warmth in his chest at the thought of seeing Jones again. Worried that the man might be sleeping, the large man carefully leaned over the back of the couch and finally released the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. 

Laying curled on the cushions was Jones, the exact person he had been looking for, he realized. The man looked awful: his eyes were heavy with dark bags, his sunshine hair was oily and messy, pressed up at awkward angles from the way his head was shoved under the scarf that was slowly tangling with his neck and arms. His face was covered in dark stubble, another clear sign that he wasn’t taking care of himself. Taking a moment to simply enjoy looking at the man, he felt an angry ball form in the pit of his stomach. 

In their time together, he had seen more than his fair share of the former agent in various stages of undress, so seeing Jones topless was nothing *new* to him. He had almost every inch of this man’s torso memorized (he would never admit to this) and today, Jones looked like a whole new man. Numerous scars, some fairly new, littered the man’s pale skin, making a map  of pain and torment the hero should never have gone through. Tightly gripping the back of the couch, his focus on the visible burns on his skin, nasty and dark, in the shape of someone’s hands, some of the prints are curled around Jones’ neck, others pressed against his chest and side. They looked like brands, and he had to stop himself from jerking the sleeping man up and demanding to know who or what had dared to lay their hands on him. 

The Foundation was immediately ripped back into reality by the click of a pistol and the barrel of a gun being pressed to the back of his helmet. 

“You have 3 fucking seconds to convince me not to blow your brains out.” A woman’s voice, harsh and angry, comes from behind him. 

Ignoring her, he lifts the blanket off of the back of the couch, draping it over Jones’ sleeping form.

“Don’t fucking touch him.” She hisses pushing the pistol forward again to make her threat known. 

“Trust me, that little thing won’t even make a dent in my armor.” He growls, standing up to turn towards the woman. She was short, but compared to him, who wasn’t? Her blue hair was pinned up to the back of her head, her eyes a dark blue, glaring up at him from over her dark sunglasses. 

“Try me. I think you’ll find that in my hands, this gun is more than enough.” She warns, not even flinching at the much larger, armored man looming over her, “Now get the fuck away from him. He has too much on his plate to deal with some freaky peeping tom bothering him.”

If his visor had been down, she would have seen both of his brows raise high at the way she addressed him, “Lower your gun, girl. I’m no threat to Agent Jones. I’m an old friend.” he huffs out, almost embarrassed at being called out for watching the sleeping man. 

“Agent Jones?” The blue-haired woman only raises her gun higher, an angry scowl on her painted lips, “The only friend of his that addresses him like that around here is Peely. Did the Society send you? If so, you’re not making it out of here alive.” with little hesitation she pulls the trigger. 

Right as she shoots, his arm shoots out, pushing the gun upward and yanking the petite woman into a chokehold. Rainbow glass rained down around them as the sound of the gun firing echoed around the subway station. The sound is obviously loud enough to startle Jones wake. Ever the dutiful agent, he has a gun in his hands aimed at the two of them before he even emerges from the other side of the couch. The Foundation keeps his grip on the woman as she claws his armor, making the blonde panic. 

“Woah woah! Hey put her down!” Leaping over the back of the couch, Jones drops his gun, raising his hands palm up and stepping into the armored man’s line of sight. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Hope is a friend.” 

“Your *friend* tried to shoot me.” The Foundation grumbles but complies, dropping the woman, Hope, onto the floor. 

Jones tries to ignore the butterflies that erupt in his stomach at the other man’s deep, rumbling voice. How long had it been since he’d heard someone this familiar and comforting, even if said person was angry and trying to choke one of his closest friends? 

“Well, to the average person you’re pretty intimidating, Big Guy.” The nickname rolls off of his tongue easily, and for a moment it feels like the years rolled away as he tries to soothe the other man. 

Kneeling to help Hope up, he rubs the back of his head. “Sorry about that. Hope, this is the Foundation, he’s a friend from back home. Foundation, this is Hope, she’s leading the good fight here on Helios.” 

Glaring up at him, Hope rubs her neck, not liking this mysterious “friend” one bit, but Jones hasn’t let her down yet, so she bites her tongue and offers her hand in greeting. “I guess it’s good to meet you. Jones has been a big help, so any friend of his is a friend of the Underground.”

Grunting softly under his breath, the Foundation begrudgingly takes her hand giving it a firm shake, “Likewise. You have a good ally here. I hope you’re taking good care of him.” the warning is subtle, but he can tell by the look in her eyes that she understood it loud and clear; if anything happened to Jones she would be the first to face the consequences. 

Taking a small breath, Jones was glad to see the two get along, his eyes unable to look away from the Foundation. God, he looked good. Well, as good as a guy in armor could look. Suddenly aware of his own rugged appearance, he moves over to the couch, tugging his sweater up and pulling it on over his head. He didn’t know how long the other man was staying and he wanted to make sure he could get a few moments just to enjoy his old friend’s company. A gloved hand catches his shoulder, causing him to flinch at the sudden contact, but the hand remains steady, holding him in place. In a way, he expected to freak him out, but the comfort was undeniable. 

“Jones. What happened while I was away?” The Foundation *knew* Jones, and knew when the man wasn’t acting right, “What happened to you?”

Hope, in that moment, felt like she was intruding on a truly intimate moment. Jones let his head hang down while the larger man slowly circles his fingers around his wrist. Slowly, the blonde reaches up and before he can do anything, he’s pulled into a tight hug. He didn’t even care that his face was smushed against the hard plating of the bigger man’s armor, his hands immediately finding purchase on the back of his old friend’s shoulders. 

“I’m so fucking tired…” the former agent hated how much his voice shook, how each word wanted to tumble out with a thousand more. How long had it been since he was the weak one? 

“I know Jones. I’m so sorry for leaving like that. I should have come back sooner.” Letting his visor lift off of his face, he gives into temptation, burying his face into the blonde’s dirty hair. 

The shorter man tried to fight the quivering of his shoulders, but what could he really hide from the man holding him? A large hand rubbed small circles into his back, pulling a tired sigh from his lips as he slowly relaxed in the comforting embrace. The Foundation holds him like he’s scared he’ll disappear, and Jones thinks that maybe he has been for a long time, but in this moment he felt more real than he had in years. 

“You need rest, Jones. Lay back down. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

Jones is too tired to argue, the comfort of the familiar scent and voice of someone who *remembered* lulled him into a cozy warmth he thought he lost ages ago.

 “You promise?” Too tired to be embarrassed by how pathetic he sounds, the blonde lets The Foundation guide him back to the couch. 

“Of course, Jones. Even Geno himself couldn’t make me leave this time.” Tugging his cape off of his shoulder, he slowly bunches and rolls it up into a makeshift pillow, letting Jones rest his head on it while the large man drapes the blanket up over him. 

He stays leaning over the back of the couch for a long while, watching and petting the blonde man’s hair until his blue eyes slowly drift shut. Hope watches in silence for a long while, not wanting to interrupt this soft moment that her friend never gets to have. Once she’s sure Jones is asleep, the Underground leader clears her throat to get the big man’s attention. 

“I’m…look I’m sorry. I just know a lot of people want to hurt him. I didn’t want to take any chances on the Society getting their hands on him again.” Rubbing the back of her neck she sighs, “Hell, when I first met him I had to rescue him from one of their torture rooms..” she jumps as the Foundation nearly crushes the back of the couch. 

“I’m here now. And you were just trying to protect him. So, thank you, Hope. He’s more important than you know.” and the people who dared to hurt him would know his wrath. 

#fortnite jonesy #fortnite jones #fortnite the foundation #foundajones #jonesdation #jones x the foundation #your honor they're in love #hurt and comfort #hope fortnie #this will have like #2 or three more that are connected to it #but i have more drafted you'll see #uwu #lamb writes #my writing

[bamsara]

Spare Narilamb doodles for Trod Au, some of which are canon but these are out-of-context/timeline

#narilamb #trod au #the rehabilitation of death #cult of the lamb #doodles #sorry for not being super active i have been WRITING and also up to nefarious schemes #cotl narinder #cotl lamb

[citrenecult]

Drew the Lamb, Narinder, and the Follower Bishops.

Some close ups.

#cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl leshy #cotl heket #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #cotl referenced sheet #my stuff #my art #was gonna do more head canon writing but it is very hard to type with fake nails on #oh the things I sacrifice for prom #they do look very nice though #so it might be worth it #it was at least a very fun mother daughter bonding experience :D

[payasita]

two-step

#cult of the lamb #cotl #narilamb #doodles #maybe future fic thing. maybe Not #dancings equally fun to write as it is to draw #its like 'OH THANK GOD. YOURE BOTH CONSTANTLY MOVING. I CAN NATURALLY BREAK UP THE DIALOGUE ON THE FIRST PASS' #pink be upon ye

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

#painting #art #artblr #oil on canvas #oil painting #prose #goth #gothic #dark art #lamb #wolf #literature #bookblr #writeblr #spilled ink #typography #spilled writing #spilled words #spilled poetry #spilled poem #spilled prose #spilled heart #spilled feelings #artist #artists #art community #art blog #art gallery

[caramelldansenu]

also lamb

#art #fanart #drawing #sketch #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #i was too lazy to write all that with my finger #so i just gave them different fonts #i think im so hilarious #the lamb is such a pain to draw as a little guy #so im just gonna start drawing them in my art style

[joshsbimbo]

night out

part two ♡ part three

pairing: stalker! mike schmidt x victim! reader

warnings: DARK TOPICS, stalking, obsession, mike’s a cuck, c(nc), alcohol, unconscious, not remembering what happened the night before

a/n: i’m scared to post thjs

♡ parties were never mike’s thing. he hated getting wasted, having no idea where he was, meeting and talking to new people, but you didn’t. he had to keep you safe- i mean, you were his sweet girl. ever since he seen you in the mall, carrying around bags as your dickhead boyfriend groped you in front of everyone, he had the urge to protect you. mike hissed through his teeth, not able to believe a pretty girl like you was holding hands with a man that’s constantly bringing his little girlfriends here.

♡ he promised himself to tell you, but watching your ass in those tiny shorts, getting squeezed and your pretty lips swollen by the man’s rough kiss made mike feel fuzzy. he tries to hide his bulge, but it’s so fucking hard when he’s pretending he’s the one with the cute girlfriend. buying her gifts when he could barely afford rent. he fucking sucked at talking to girls, especially ones like you. every time you walked around the mall you wore the nicest outfits, swayed your hips, almost as if you were teasing him.

♡ mike’s mind was intoxicated with you. constantly checking up on you whether it was through your twitter or window. he just wanted to know you were okay. you kept talking about how much you hated men, how hurt you were — actually “hurr”… the amount of typos led him to believe you were drunk. he was too busy to see his princess, but when he checked your location and saw you were in bum fuck nowhere, he knew he had to drop everything to check up on his girl. which is why he’s holding a beer at a party that he was not invited to, but the people were so shit faced that they didn’t care.

♡ men kept returning to you, handing you drink after drink. after the fourth one, you were feeling so wasted. a man had his hands all around you, not noticing mike’s glare. he barged in and quickly created space between the two of you, noting that you would be too drunk to notice him. such a pretty girl shouldn’t let men touch her so inappropriately, especially when she has a boyfriend.

♡ an alive boyfriend, anyway. he gripped your wrist, dragging you away from the dance floor. “f’… off, man!” you slurred out. you were beyond pissed already. your boyfriend has been ghosting you for weeks out of no where. posted a pic in the middle of la, coke on the coffee table, and a slut in the background. how could he??? whatever, the dick wasn’t good anyway.

♡ “let’s get you home, y/n.” his grip on your wrist tighter, his other hand around your waist to help you outside. you were stumbling in your heels, your makeup runny, and your hair a mess. you were as fucked up as you looked.

♡ “who.. the fuck do you t.. think you are, anyway?” you stammered out, trying to get away from his touch. your pretty head’s too fuzzy to realize he knew your name, when you had no recollection of this man.

♡ he ignored you as he opened the door to his truck, lifting you into the back seat. he shuts the door before going around the pickup, entering the driver’s seat. you try to open the door, but it won’t budge, no matter how many times you unlock and lock the car door. “i’m not telling you my address!!!” you declare, holding your hand up in a fist drunkenly.

♡ “put your seatbelt on.”

♡ “make me.”

♡ he turns around in his seat, glaring at you. you let out a small whimper before buckling your seatbelt. usually you’re so bratty, especially to men. not letting them have their way, always making them think they do. but you were wasted and mike’s glare was stomach churning, nothing like other men have given you. you knew his intentions were far away from pure, especially when he was picking up a drunk defenseless girl into his truck without your consent. you would giggle right at their faces, but you had a feeling in your gut to run far away from this man.

♡ now here you two are, your knight in shining armor and his princess, driving back to your place. you were too messed up to notice the lack of gps, lack of hesitation after every turn, how he knew the shortcut to your house. he parked next to your car. “good girl, always call an uber if you’re going to be this fucked up.”

♡ you wince at the bluntness of his words, shaking, not knowing nor understanding what was happening. what worsened the pit in your gut was him carrying you inside your home, not bothering to dig in your purse for your keys because he already had a copy. carrying you tightly as he entered your bedroom. he never hesitated, only when he touched you, but he knew exactly what and where everything was.

♡ he carefully laid you on your bed, your eyes spinning as he rummaged through your dresser. mumbling about where his favorite set was before taking out a pajama set. all he wanted to do was take out a lingerie set, but he wanted you to fall asleep in something comfy, not something for him.

♡ you stared at him, not completely understanding what was happening, but knowing that you feared him. “what..” is all you could mumble before your eyes went shut, your four drinks finally taking its full effect.

♡ he carefully unzips your dress, something he always dreamed of doing while his hand was deep inside his boxers. his cock was leaking pathetically ever since he saw you grinding against those men, wishing that he were them. he shifted his shameful member, telling himself he’s doing this because he cares about you- not about his dick.

♡ he shimmies you out of the dress, the lack of undergarments making his breath hitch and his cock twitch. i swear, if this was a normal slumber and not because you drank too much, you would wake up from how loud he was breathing. his eyes staring at your nude, unconscious body in disbelief. he jacked off to candid pics of you changing, but it felt so different being so close to you.

♡ he knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. just one picture, maybe two,,, fuck, he needed more. he pressed play, leaning his camera close to your cute, unconscious face. angling it down to capture your breasts, his thick fingers twisting your nipple. you couldn’t react if you wanted to, but that didn’t stop him from groping you. fondling your tits as he continues to film, his poor cock so hard and leaking.

♡ he leans in and captures a bud in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it as he forgets about the camera for a moment. enjoying the taste of your skin on his taste buds. he could only wish for this, savoring the taste of the receipt you dropped the last time you were at the mall. but now, he’s trying to fit as much as he can as he sucks pathetically. moaning and flicking his tongue around your nipple, gently nibbling at it before moving to the side of your breast.

♡ as he stated again and again, he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself. sucking hickeys all around your chest, his hand stroking his thick and hard cock as he laid beside you. his head laying on your stuffed animals as he painted your body, with hickeys and his cum. it was an accident, he swears, but he couldn’t stop.

♡ he picks up the camera again, showing the hickeys he littered all over your pretty skin. it was meant to be just one, but he wanted you to know he was there.

♡ his hand and camera went lower, spreading your legs gently. he leaned in and inhaled your musky scent, his cock still hardened despite him cumming just moments ago. he leaned back to spread your lips, drooling at the sight of your folds and clit.

♡ he tried to capture him tasting your pretty pussy for the first time, his tongue slowly lapping at your clit. he pathetically grinded against your bed as he ate you out, your stuffed animal holding his phone up as he lapped up your juices. swallowing all around, looking up as if you could look into his pathetic puppy eyes, his cock twitching for more than the boxers that restricted it.

♡ he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his pretty lips from your wet folds. getting up to palm his bulge as he looked down at you, feeling at peace with you. wanting- needing to be inside of you. he spit on his finger, entering it inside of you as he pulled his boxers fully down.

♡ his eyes never left you, even when he was trying his hardest to enter inside of you, he kept looking at your pretty face. even when he kept fumbling, missing your hole again and again, he couldn’t stop staring at you. soon his cock tried to slip inside, he spat at it, trying to thrust into you. his hips needily grinding against you. he knew this was wrong. he knew you couldn’t do anything, but he couldn’t help it. his princess was finally in his vicinity, his to decorate, his.

♡ his cock slipping in and out of you, your walls enough to give him pure bliss. he didn’t even think to wish for you to tighten around him. he was already so happy that he was finally inside of you. pictures did not do your perfect body justice. the way you’re sprawled out for him made him go insane. he no longer had to scroll and scroll through his phone to find the perfect angle of you. he just needed to move your limp body as he desires. he kept your hair from your face, wanting to see it as he took advantage of you. it’s technically not wrong because you’re his!!! always been his since he laid eyes on you, even if you never found out!!

♡ his eyes were so hazy, he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. groping you as his hips became sloppier, drooling a gross amount, running down his chin, his heart beating so hard from being so infatuated with you for so long, savoring the feeling of being inside of you, so intimate…

♡ he should pull out, he really should, he knew you weren’t on birth control; he knew you never let men cum inside of your temple even if they promised to pay for the pill. he just couldn’t help himself. his mind fuzzy and he holds his breath, his toes curling, his hands gripping onto you so hard that he’s shocked you’re not a bit awake, groaning loudly, sweating profusely…

♡ “gonna m’… make you a… ah.. mhm.. a pretty momma.. fill you up..” he groans, cumming deep inside of you. his precious doll filled with his babies made his brain spin. he felt like he had died when he pulled out. your pussy leaking with his cum, picking up the camera to show the beautiful scene. his mouth agape, not believing that this was real life. he stared at you for a while, before cleaning you up.

♡ spreading your lips to make sure the evidence of his seed was gone, crossing his fingers that you wouldn’t go to cvs tomorrow. wiping the dried remnant from your chest. he was so gentle with his darling; you were going to carry his kids after all.

♡ he changed you into his favorite pajama set of yours, white with pink hearts and silky. after he closed your dresser, he snatched one of your panties from the dirty laundry bin. sniffing it before tucking it into his pocket.

♡ he admired your body before tucking you in, kissing your forehead and whispering “good night, my love.”

♡ “what kinda night did i have?” you giggle as you admire the hickeys on your chest

i hope you liked this <3 make sure to practice self care!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh futturman #josh hutcherson #josh futterman x reader smut #josh futturman x reader #lamb writes

[suchawrathfullamb]

"I've never known myself better as I know when I'm with him" is probably the line that exposes Will the most in the entire series. He is so ashamed, scared and overwhelmed by the darkness that resides inside of him, growing and threatening to ensnare him completely...But when compared to Hannibal Lecter? He's an angel. That's why giving in to Hannibal is surrendering to his inner darkness, that's why he takes so long to do it and when he finally does it, he knows he needs to go, they both do, there's no possibility of handling such overwhelming bliss and want and hunger.

So this line is both Will using Hannibal as a contrast to assuage his darkness, as well as recognizing Hannibal as a mirror reflecting his deepest desires. It's the duality of Will Graham.

He wants to kill Hannibal in attempt to kill what Hannibal represents in him, at the same time he wants to merge with him and experience what the "bone arena" of his mind has no fortress for...The things that he loves.

#lamb writes #meta #analysis #hannigram #nbc hannibal #will graham #hugh dancy #murder husbands #hannibal #hannibal lecter #one minute im talking about ceramic vases in the shape of will's ass the next i'm meta

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 4/20 Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Cadash/Varric Tethras, Female Cadash & Male Hawke, Male Hawke & Varric Tethras Characters: Shae Cadash, Varric Tethras, Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Bianca Davri, Kieran (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Starts pre-canon, Outsider POV for DA2, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, slow emotional burn, Friends to Lovers, Regardless of What That Contract Said, Explicit Sexual Content, Comfort Sex, Hawke Ships It, Dubious Spycraft, Remember Kids: the Carta Is Like the Mob, Dwarf Culture & Customs, My Own Dwarf Lore [side-eyes BW], Background Relationships, Skips Through Canon, Angst and Feels, The Emotional Labor Carried By One Bottle of Whiskey, Happy Ending Summary:

A Carta spy and a jaded author meet and part. And meet and part.

And then there’s a hole in the sky.

Heroes are everywhere, but neither of them really think they fit the bill. They just want some peace and quiet. Guess they’ll have to make it themselves.

 Beta'd by Iron_Angel. NSFW will be marked **. Updates weekly.

Chapter 4 - The Turn**

Shae had never thought her first time in bed with Varric Tethras would be this.  

She never thought she’d actually end up in bed with him, for that matter.

“Leave the lamp,” he whispered hoarsely.  “I’ve had enough of the dark.”

“All right.”  She turned it down low, but didn’t extinguish it. Between it and the fireplace, the suite had a glow.  There were shadows, but they weren’t threatening.  Varric turned on his side facing the wall and she slipped in behind him.  She curled against his back and he shuddered out a breath but didn’t push her away. In fact, he reached back for her hand and brought it around his chest, holding it in his own against his heartbeat.  They passed from wakefulness to sleep without notice.

DAFF Crew List

@warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @mogwaei @melisusthewee @blarrghe @agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @about2dance @plisuu

#Lamb writes #dragon age #cadash x varric #shaerric #destiny is just in the timing #shae cadash #varric tethras #here be lemons

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

My heart so broke that I could beg for affection

#mine #my roomates must think im weird ive just had this in the fridge for a week #lady lamb #you are the apple #ripely pine #photo #photography #photographers on tumblr #digital #apple #food #carving #edit #typo #typography #web weaving #lyrics #text #writing #collage #art #lyric #happy 10 yrs of ripley pine #♡

[infernal-lamb]

more doodles, since I've been so busy! Sketched out Shamura finally....along with exploring the idea that Shamura's prophecies also appeared in abstract webs they've weaved along the years....I think its just Neat(tm)

also: when ur vessel keeps dying just to stare at you with unyielding saucer-like eyes filled with an indescribable bloodlust silently. just fucked up lamb things

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl lamb #cotl shamura #cotl narinder #i cant fuckin draw lately but its fine. i need to write my fic anyways SIGH #also i love shamura and they make me so sad conceptually. their lucidity always in flux but still full of love for their siblings #kinda makes you forget theyre cult leaders! #shamura is making me even MORE MAD bc i can't pin their design right. kallamar was easy in comparison omfg #i'll draw proper fanart soon and not just Doodles In The Void

[deunmiu-dessie]

sacraficial lamb!reader who lies strapped to an altar just outside of the village's small abandoned cathedral. sacraficial lamb!reader who struggles against the binds that dig into their flesh painfully, securing them to the concrete. sacraficial lamb!reader who sobs heavily, eyes finding their father's within the minor crowd that has formed around them. "f-father please don't leave me here! please, help me!". sacraficial lamb!reader who watches in horror and disbelief as their father turns away, hugging your brother close. sacraficial lamb!reader who mewls in fear as the village head burns some type of sage over them, drawing symbols on their forehead. sacraficial lamb!reader who begs and pleads as the crowd disperses to their homes, locking their doors and covering their windows. sacraficial lamb!reader who looks toward the stone gargoyle crouching menacingly atop the cathedral. sacraficial lamb!reader who starts to pray.

gargoyle!monster who comes alive in the night, stone crumbling from its body to crash onto the ground below. gargoyle!monster whose wings stretch and span wide, catching the moon's glow and painting them sinisterly. gargoyle!monster whose eyes narrow in on the small, shaking human sacrifice upon the altar hungrily. gargoyle!monster who ominously slithers down from its perch on the cathedral, blending into the night. gargoyle!monster who sneakily finds perch on the end of your altar, head tilted at how tightly you keep your eyes shut, murmurs of scripture falling from your lips. gargoyle!monster whose chuckle is dark and grating, inhumane. gargoyle!monster who takes pleasure in how your body coils tight and your lips wobble as his clawed fingers skitter down your bare legs. gargoyle!monster whose long tongue disappears beneath your gown, caressing your inner thighs; leaving them slick with viscous saliva. "i shall enjoy your body, little human, before devouring you."

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#monster lover #smut #writers on tumblr #writing #fantasy smut #monster fucker #author #monster kink #monsterfucking nsft #monsterfucking cw #tw monsterfucking #monster k!nk #monster imagine #monster headcanons #monster smut #gender neutral reader #monster x human #dubious consent #cnc k!nk #tw noncon #gargoyles #gargoyle x reader #monster #monsterfucker #REEEEE HIS DICK IS BIG #sacraficial lamb #sacraficial reader #deunmiu dessie