king of witches. father of the cross roads. breather of plague. liar && destroyer. he who loves not the light. mephistopheles !!!
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beware his honey lips and sharp teeth. his warm hands, but cold eyes, least he swallow you whole, that villain. he is no man, but a monster from the very pit.
selective. mutual only. dark themes. nsfw. faust legend inspired. multiverse & multiship. tolerated by alyson.
hey so this is humiliating and also terrifying but i have 20 cents in my bank account, 3 dollars in savings, no fucking job, and am $500 in debt, so if anyone could donate anything at all so i can try to get this taken care of before it climbs to the thousands i would be really really thankful, i am so fucking desperate
Although she tried her best to maintain her composure, it was obvious she wasn’t succeeding. Rarely did she ever show much emotion. “A man who has not been identified yet was killed, along with… a woman named Aya Tsuji.”
Gripping the handle of her satchel tighter, she took a took a deep breath and continued. “Aya and I were close. She was like my own fairy godmother… I was on my way to her shop the day she was murdered and the commotion confused me. Mr. Kujo then pulled me aside and told me what had happened to her.”
———SPINES LOWERED FROM A ONCE DEFENSIVE MEASURE. she was acquainted with kujo? silently, the man folded his papers into his leather briefcase, eyes lingering on his gloved hands. he knew what she was going through, yet he hadn’t the courage to open. he’d only become a teacher at the school recently, an added measure to ensure the safety of the students.
❝ i’ve heard of her
— she was young too. ❞ emerald eyes met the girl’s own hue. he placed his bag flat on the desk, and pulled out a chair for her to sit.
“Damn, I’m surprised that worked.” khal doesn’t give praise freely, yet here he is nonetheless. eyes watch with little care, despite the… semi-kind words. ever the enigma, he is.
———❝ A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE. i could beg? i’m very good at begging. ❞ trying to lift himself over the steep edge, the man wiped his sweat-riddle face with his dangling arm. somehow, his initiative to get to the other’s level ended in an overexertion of his telekinetic ability and upper body strength. this was some real bullshit.
at the supposed compliment, tiki gave a hint of a smile. having been starved of any type of flattery, he appreciates all of it, no matter how small it may be. he the laughed dismissively, setting the kit on a table without moving one muscle.
❝ thanks, but… i can’t be any more incredible than you… or am i mistaken?
❞
———LINGERING EYES HAD WITNESSED HIS CARELESS UPHEAVAL. so small, the injury, he hadn’t even thought it could become such a pivotal device. he considered then what a tiny display of power could do in the presence of another. his only saving grace seemed to be the other’s otherness. he offered his hand to the stranger.
❝ i can do a bit more than pull a splinter with my mind. could we talk in private? ❞
———THERE WAS A KIND OF FACILITATION THAT CAME WITH GAMES LIKE THESE. despite his fondness towards the submissive role, the man knew when to be the cat and when to be the mouse. strong hands pressing delicate wrists to the wall adjacent the bar, he kissed the woman as if he hadn’t felt a powerful presence the moment they’d initiated conversation. he wondered if she could sense it too? sliding his thigh between her legs, he broke the kiss to press lips to her jawline.
———THERE WERE POINTS AND THRESHOLDS WHERE ONE NEEDED TO CONSIDER HIS DEFEAT. points in which strong men, kaufman in particular, came to with the outlook that they would not be broken. he’d done so, foolishly, wholeheartedly, and with the kind of desire to settle a long ignored infatuation with the man behind him. he needed to know.
face pressed into pillow, he angled his gaze back towards his partner. well fucked, he couldn’t help his hazy expression at the command. bruised hips shifted as thighs widened to show off jude’s handiwork. even before the curse, the hormones, the things that even proceeded them, he’d been… empty. barren. it mattered little to him as things were. still, the idea of being bred by jude’s cock aroused him enough to even consider it.
he reached a hand back, fingers spreading his ass and lips to show off the white filling inside of him. a dazed smirk.
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