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BURNING DESIRE ! KALIM AL-ASIM

maybe it's just the heat of summer getting to you, but you just can't seem to see you and kalim as only friends anymore.

( explicit content, friends to lovers, slight insecure! reader, implied outdoor sex, f!reader. )

my entry for @ickyism's tropical kiss collab! i hope it's okay! 💕

with kalim as your best friend, every day felt like summer vacation — always basking in luxury and spending every day having endless amounts of fun together (though the intense endless heat in scarabia also helped). you never got tired of spending time with him, you couldn't when he always kept you busy with new activities. throughout your entire friendship, there was never a boring moment shared between the two of you, only laughter and smiles were in your memories. and that should've kept you happy, right?

but it didn't — it couldn't. not when you yearned for having something so much more than a simple friendship with kalim, though it was deeper than those he had with the others that surrounded and swore to be friends with him, it never felt like enough to you. even when he'd always tell you that you were his closest friend, his best friend even. it always sank your heart, though it shouldn't have. his words of only being friends kept your feelings hidden, afraid to ruin this bond you'd built with him.

you knew you weren't the only one who has their eye on kalim, though — everyday girls were trying to seduce him, professing their love for him. but every time he'd kindly shoot them down, saying he only saw them all as friends. and what chance did that give you? if he didn't love any of the girls who were definitely prettier than you, how could he ever return the feelings you had for him? and every day they'd tell him how strong their love for him was, it stopped his heart every time. you realized how easily one of them could really be the one he wanted, and your chance with him would easily be gone just like that.

but kalim liked you — he truly did. his heart always raced whenever you were around him, and his face would always grow hot as you locked hands with him. yet, it embarrassed him to think about asking you out — one of his dearest friends, it should stay that way, right? and though he always tried to stay hopeful about every situation, his chest became tight and his throat dry whenever he'd think finally about asking you out. tears threatening to fall the further he delved into what he thought would happen, rejection or worse, your friendship ending once you did so. and he wasn't so hopeful he'd be able to deal with that.

but it'd truly broken your heart when a girl had kissed him — you didn't have the whole story, but when you'd seen a girl grab his cardigan and press her lips against his, you felt as if everything in the world had stopped. his eyes were wide as they made contact with yours, it looked bad, at the very least he knew that — how would he even begin to explain this? especially when he saw tears sprout in your eyes, it felt hopeless to him. his stutters for you to wait as you ran from the scene didn't reach your ears, but he was sure to as he chased after you. he couldn't let the girl of his dreams just run out of his life now, could he?

yet once he caught up, it was a bit hard to find the words to explain to you, his chest ached as he looked at your already red eyes and running nose, sniffling with every word he spoke. but you stopped the second he swore you were the only one he loved — the only one he even remotely liked romantically, you were the only one for him. breath caught in your throat as you stared at him with enlarged eyes, mouth slightly gaped as your brain attempted to process his confession. he liked you? as in like liked? you weren't sure if you were hearing him quite right — was the heat of the sun really getting to you now out of all times?

you couldn't stop the way you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and attempting to rid them of the taste of the former girl, and kalim had no complaints. letting the kiss deepen as he relished in the feeling of your lips against his own, they were exactly the way he'd imagined them — soft, and they tasted like cherries. he didn't want to pull away, even if it meant suffocating. and he couldn't stop his hands from trailing down, letting them find themselves pulling your shirt up and over your head, both of you gasping as you separated — but only for a moment.

kalim took in the sight of you standing in front of him, chest covered only by your arms and your skirt off as you'd let it drop — your panties already showing a wet spot, it made him more eager than before. you looked gorgeous, and even though you looked embarrassed, you should've been anything but that. he let his own clothes fall, pushing you back as he did so — the grass tickled your bare skin, but the feeling was pushed out of your mind when kalim conjoined your lips once again, letting him remove your hands from your breasts as his own started to toy with them. you could feel his lips smile as you let out soft moans into his mouth, and you could also feel the way his cock pressed against your clothed cunt, slowly grinding against you to get more of a reaction.

it wasn't long before he has you gasping, pulling away from your lips and slipping your panties down as he slipped his cock out of his underwear — you were absolutely perfect, chest raising up and going back down as you panted, the smile never leaving your lips as you gave him the go-ahead, hands finding their way to his shoulders and holding on tightly as he pushed his way inside of you — and it was worth every day he'd spent waiting for this moment, imagining the way it felt was nothing compared to the real thing squeezing and practically sucking him in. it was heavenly, though your nails dug into his skin, he couldn't concentrate on anything but fucking you mindless, the only thing filling his mind was your moans for him.

it only made him want more, desperate to get any sound out of you. he didn't pay attention to how rough or fast he was being, he could feel your tightening around him, only bringing him closer and closer to his release — and it felt amazing, if he could, he'd wake up to this every day, you were like an angel sent down specifically for him. and once you'd cum, it only took a few seconds before he joined you, collapsing on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath.

"i really do love you" were the only words he could get out, holding you close, and you only laid there letting him. though the summer sun felt as if it could burn your skin with it's heat, and anybody could walk upon the situation, you didn't care, kalim was worth every bit of trouble you'd find yourself in.

“WAKA SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

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Probably the great sevens skull 💀

twst Incorrect quote #238

MC: “Sam. I need a human skull, and you can’t ask me any questions as to why.”

Sam: “Only if you don’t ask me any questions why I have these.”

Sam: *takes out a box with seven skulls*

MC: ….

Sam: ….

MC: “I’ll take this one.”

I hate book 1 Riddle soooo much I wanna punch him 😭

Riddle being That Bitch~

(Twst manga ver./Some spoilers)

Omsim 👌

Replaced MC AU: Alternate Ending to Breaking of the Pacts

Prompt:

Pairing: NA

Genre: Angst

TW: Mc is not nice :(

You stared at the cup of hot chocolate that Luke had whipped up for you. Diavolo sat on the chair in front of you, while Barbatos stood aside, waiting for you to consider what he had just said.

“Y-you want me to-”

“Pardon my insolence my dear MC, but I think it would be the best course of action right. Removing pacts is a permanent process, and one that must not be done so hastily, without thinking everything through,” Barbatos said, bowing slightly. Even through his mask of formality, you could see that he truly cared about you. No, you knew everyone in the room cared about you.

You nodded. “Very well. I wish to leave Devildom.”

That was five years ago. Now, as you stood in your breath-taking outfit in front of the mirror, you marveled at how far you’d come.

After you’d left the Devildom, Solomon had taken you under his wing as his apprentice. You became adept in magic, your magical signature rivalling the sorcerer’s in sheer power and magnificence. Luke and Simeon had also been a major help, the former having mentioned you to Michael when he met him. You had even been to the Celestial Realm, where you had the privilege of meeting the Seven Holy Virtues, the counterparts of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Your natural charm and strong sense of right and wrong led to the Virtues making covenants with you, after getting permission from the Heavenly Father of course. Covenants were similar, yet quite different from pacts. For one, they didn’t have physical markings, but rings that could change their appearance as and when required. The requirements for using those rings and as an extension, the power of the angels themselves were the same as that of the pacts. And you swore to never misuse them, knowing full well that you’d keep your promise.

All through this, you had not once used the power of the pacts you had with the demons, determined to make yourself powerful without their help.

As you made some last minute adjustments to your outfit, you were reminded of how one of Solomon’s experiments ended up lengthening your lifespan. You weren’t ensnared by the chains of immortality like the sorcerer, but rather you were made to hard to kill. That had come in handy while dealing with witches and supernatural beings who tried to harm you as a means to hurt the sorcerer. You were basically invincible, a bridge that now connected the Three Realms. Solomon often joked that you were now the monarch of the Human Realm, even if other humans were unaware of it.

“MC, are you ready?” Solomon’s voice rung through, pulling you from your daydreaming session. Glancing at the mirror one last time, you nodded. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Lucifer only talked with Diavolo and Barbatos at the party, keeping an eye on his brothers as well. He was quite curious as to why Diavolo had insisted on having his brothers accompany them to a party in the Human Realm. The party was thrown every 5 years by supernatural beings as a means to form new diplomatic relations. Usually, it would only be him, Barbatos and Diavolo coming up to the Human Realm, but when the Prince basically ordered him to get his brothers as well, he was surprised.

Lucifer made sure that his brothers were all in his vicinity, so that they wouldn’t get in trouble, but he couldn’t help but feel restless.

Lucifer

Just what exactly is going on?, the prideful demon thought to himself, Barbatos’ slightly chipper attitude not going unnoticed by him. As the doors to the ball room opened once more, indicating the arrival of new people, silence fell across the room. Garnet eyes flew over to the doors, inspecting the new arrivals as a low murmur of voices started up again. He could hardly believe his eyes when you walked in, hand-in-hand with the sorcerer he remembered pestering him for a pact during his stay in Devildom. “MC…?”

Lucifer was left gaping at the change in you, who had become considerably stronger than the last time he saw you.

Almost as if you had heard him, your eyes met Lucifer’s. You were different, Lucifer noted, different than the last time he saw you. He watched as you made your way to Diavolo, not glancing at him or his

brothers even once. You carried yourself with an air of establishment, like you had achieved something no one ever had. “Hello MC,” Diavolo greeted you, Lucifer’s heart clenching in his chest when you gave the prince a soft smile, the same soft smile you would have given him and his brothers 5 years ago.

Mammon

Mammon had not noticed your arrival until he heard Diavolo greet you. He turned swiftly, eyes widening when he saw that it was indeed you, and not a figment of his imagination. “MC!” he called out to you, your eyes flitting to him. He watched as the surprise in your eyes quickly turned into something cold, something horrible. “It’s… a pleasure to see you again, Avatar of Greed,” you said in the politest tone you could muster, not having forgotten how he had betrayed you 5 years ago.

Mammon’s heart was crushed at the cold tone of your voice, the words like a dagger to his heart.

Levi

Levi shied away from you, your powerful aura and the way you carried yourself so different from the person he had known. “H-henry, you’ve changed…” he muttered, flinching slightly when you replied, “But of course, Avatar of Envy. A person can change a lot in 5 years.”

Levi internally berated himself for upsetting you, and mourned for the loss of his Henry, his true friend.

Satan

Satan could feel the poorly concealed rage in you bubbling at the sight of him and his brothers. Of course you would be angry at them. If it were him in your shoes, he would have been much more curt and disrespectful. However, he was not one to lose hope. With Lucifer left tongue-tied, I guess it’s up to me to de-escalate the situation, he thought as he said, “MC, could I talk to you, alone?”

Your temper flared at his honeyed voice. “If there’s anything you wish to say to me, I prefer if it were to be said here, in front of everyone.”

Satan was left at a loss for words, and you internally smirked at your victory.

Asmo

Asmo recoiled at your words. The Avatar of Lust could almost feel the venom dripping off of each word you said, each syllable sharp as a dagger. He watched as your eyes fell on him. Never had he been as terrified of a human as he was now. Even Lucifer’s anger didn’t hold a candle to the way you were glaring at him. “MC…” he started, the tilt of your eyebrow compelling him to continue, “I- I’m terribly sorry for what happened that day. I should have-”

Your chuckling cut him off, a weird and uncomfortable feeling growing in his gut as you looked at him with what he could only describe as pure hatred with a twinge of regret that disappeared as fast as it arrived. “You shouldn’t be. After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And thanks to what you said that day, as well as your brothers failing to stand up for me, I am now more powerful than I ever thought I’d be.”

Beel

Beel watched in discomfort and sadness as you said those words to Asmo. Why hadn’t he stood up for you that day, he asked himself, the plate of food in his hand no longer appealing to him. “MC, c-could you please let us make it up to you?”

Your eyes softened considerably as they landed on Beel, but you couldn’t forget that day. “If you break a vase once and glue the pieces back together, it’ll never be the same. So even if you try to make it up to me, I wouldn’t be able to trust any of you as unconditionally as I did before,” you explained, watching as the demon’s shoulders sagged in resignation.

Belphie

Belphie silently watched the entire thing. He could care less about his older brothers, but what you said to Beel was unforgiveable in his eyes. As you turned to greet some nobility, he said, “I miss the person you used to be.”

You stilled momentarily, turning back slightly to give him a sly smile as you replied. “Many will.” You reveled in the shocked faces around you, continuing after a moment’s pause, “They were easier to kill.”

btw. the youth ARENT overreacting. this isn't something you can rely on wishful thinking, this is six fucking years. six years of our lives that are in hell right now. you can't just “oh well, he won :(” and this isn't us being too political. this is our lives we're fighting for here, our future. 36 years ago we were destroyed and we picked up the pieces from what we had left. the youth grew up with knowledge of the fear and horror the name "marcos" brought, knowing full well that martial law was no lie, it was real and they revolted against it in whatever way a people could.

36 years later, we put the late dictator's son, a fraud, a liar, a tax evader, back in office. we give him the legacy his father desired. we made our own monsters because 30 million people chose this fate. and god, they weren't lying when they said it's so fucking hard not to hate being a filipino. it's so fucking hard not to despise your country, knowing the absolute fuckery they let themselves become.

Ace and Deuce literally share the same braincells.

Valentine with Heartslabyul ♥️

BAGGFSYWKA HOW DO YOU WRAP A GIFT???????

I suck at this so much like what the hell is this.

Its look so sad I can't 😭

JWHSGSGSJZBWKbaka AM STRUGGLING

IT LOOK SO PATHETIC MY GOD. I'M GLAD THAT A KID IS GOING TO RECEIVE THIS 😭😭

Advanced sorry for my nieces and nephew for the ugly ass wrapped gift they're going to receive 💀