Helloo I Love Your Writing!! I Have A Request: Can We Please Have Another Nsfw Snippet Of An Extremely

helloo i love your writing!!🥺 i have a request: can we please have another nsfw snippet of an extremely scary antagonist with protag? kind of like the majesty and angel one (or even just a part 2 of that👀)?

Okay - take 2! Let's see if I manage some actual nsfw content this time. (Spoilers…I didn’t. But it’s nearer to the mark?)

"Mirror mirror on the wall, show me the most monstrous one of all.” The antagonist’s voice was barely above a murmur, a hum; all the promise of sweet honey and wicked stings. Their teeth grazed along the protagonist’s throat in the reflection of the glass. “Are you scared?”

The protagonist shivered, even as they jutted their chin up at the image before them. "Of you?" They rolled their eyes. "Please." Of course they were. They were terrified.

But not, perhaps, of this.

"I could hurt you,” said the antagonist.

"Promises promises,” replied the protagonist, only a little raspy.

The antagonist laughed, and caught the protagonist's wide-eyed gaze. They pressed a featherlight kiss to the protagonist's neck, above the desperate thrum of their pulse. The hand not curled around the protagonist's waist, pinning them against the protagonist’s body, stroked down the line of the protagonist's tipped neck, just tracing the jugular, and then down further to their bare chest. Slowly. Oh, so, slowly.

The protagonist's knees threatened to buckle, and wasn't that just absurd?

If they turned, they knew the antagonist would look normal. Well, beautiful. But normal. Human. The glass allowed for no such pretences; it revealed the truth of all things.

"Such a pretty little thing.” The antagonist stared back at them, eyes dark. “Am I what you expected?”

"No.”

The antagonist’s fingers moved in almost idle circles, teasing, testing reactions. Learning how to pluck the nerve endings gifted to them like an instrument. “No?” They sounded amused.

The protagonist squeezed their eyes shut.

The antagonist’s nails dug in and the protagonist stuttered on a hitched breath, looking once more.

“One expects the devil to have horns. Or at least to do the courtesy of appealing to the cliché of tall, dark and handsome.”

“The devil?” The antagonist kissed their throat once more, with lips with that shouldn’t have felt so soft when the protagonist could see the teeth. “Is that what they’re calling me now?”

“They don’t call you anything. That might invoke you. Summon you.”

The antagonist’s hand moved on from the protagonist’s hip, certain of the protagonist’s stillness, dipping instead between the protagonist’s legs.

The protagonist bit down hard on their lip. Heat rushed through them. They didn’t dare try and close their eyes again, but they gave the antagonist more of their weight. More of everything.

“Kind devil, sweet devil, my devil…” the antagonist mocked, breathless, “give me every wicked thing my heart desires.”

“I didn’t say that.” The protagonist’s cheeks burned, even as their hips canted forward.

“Oh, darling.” The antagonist’s voice was purr, “every inch of you is saying it right now.” In one swift move, with impossible strength, they’d spun the protagonist and pressed them against the glass. It was icy cold against their back.

They were facing each other now.

“But don’t worry.” The antagonist fell to their knees, looking up, and such a position should have appeared vulnerable. It didn’t. It only made it seem like such things didn’t matter. The antagonist pressed their next kiss to the protagonist’s hip, and smiled, that smile that was of honey and stings too. “I’ll have you screaming it by the end of the night.”

shout out to mutuals that have fucked up sleep schedule it's like we live in the same timezone

i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen

if you conceptualize people who do bad things as a special type of person who is purely 100% bad and cannot ever be good or have good qualities then that means that you will not notice or care when someone you like or even you (yes you reading this) are the one hurting people because you will justify it in your head that since you aren't a Bad™ type person then you could never be the one causing harm

in this terrifying world you continuously have the power to offer someone else a little relief . why would you withhold that. do you remember what a little relief feels like? it feels like a lot

saw a video that was like “everybody comment what you did today so we can see how everyone experienced something different” and the comments have me tearing up on this train. what the fuckkkk. the human experience