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chrisevansonly · 2 months

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Playing With Fire

Max Verstappen x Female Reader

summary: you and stella are max’s world, and he’d be damned if he let his father speak ill of either of you.

warnings: angst, jos (ew), angry max, slight mentions of crying, fluff at end

a/n: this is a re-upload to see if it shows up in the tags 🥲

When Stella was born, it was one of the best days ever for Max, seeing his baby girl come into the world, and the way she practically latched onto him from the minute she was welcomed into the family. He knew right then and there he would be the absolute best father to his daughter, just as he was the best husband to you, and always had been.

If there was one thing Max nor you completely enjoyed it was family events when everyone got together, including Jos. Max’s father.Max and his father have a complicated relationship, in a way they seem close but there’s always that edge to his dad that keeps all of you on the edge of your seat. You in particular seemed to still be an issue to him, and every once in a while, you’d become the punching bag at the dinner table.

Stella was sleeping in your arms as you sat next to Max at the dinner table, Jos across from you both and his mother on the other end with the rest of his family and some friends that had joined for the monthly get together.

“So when is the next Verstappen coming?” His father asked looking at you. Stella was only 6 months old so you and Max were happy to just enjoy the time you have with her now, not even thinking about another baby.

“Oh, well i’m sure someday we’ll have another…”

“We’re in no rush” Max butted in, assuming it would stop his father’s line of questioning.

“Yes well, it’s just you had a baby girl…there has to be a boy in the equation…”

You furrowed your brows, fixing Stella’s blanket as she continued to sleep, oblivious to the rising tensions in the room.

“I don’t think so? There’s nothing wrong with having girls..”

“Who’s supposed to carry on the name?”

Max sat up straighter, his hand squeezing your knee gently

“Stella will just as our next baby will eventually, regardless of their gender.”

Jos shook his head taking a sip of his water as he sighed, before looking back at you.

“All i’m saying is you should be trying for a boy.”

“Well it doesn’t work that way.”

The table was getting quieter as the father and son squared off, Jos not backing down and Max not about to let his father attack you in anyway. Not on his watch.

“I knew the second you had a daughter it would make you weak, let alone marrying her and having that baby! She’s useless if she can’t have a boy! You’re wasting your time Max, I knew from the second I met her it would ruin our family.”

Used to his harassment you didn’t cry, but it didn’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes as you almost deflated in a way, hugging Stella closer to your chest. The minute your eyes looked to Max, long gone was his soft stare and gentle smile, replaced was a look almost predatory as he looked to his father.

“Watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking about the mother of my child.”

“Max-”

“No, get out.”

“Excuse me?” Jos’s eyes widened and he shook his head

“GET THE HELL OUT!”

Max yelled, slamming his hands down on the table, seconds later Stella stirring before whimpering in your arms. The dutchman froze and looked apologetically at you as you excused yourself to go up to the nursery, only then turning back to look at his father.

“If you ever so much as think about speaking about my wife and daughter again, it’ll be me coming after you. Now get the fuck out.”

Jos didn’t even offer to say anything else, pushing back his chair and storming out, effectively cutting the dinner to an end as everyone left, Max’s mother sticking around to help clean up and of course comfort you afterwards. She had always been close to you and Max and in a way she was like a mother to you too.

“Baby?”

Turning at the sound of your husbands voice you smiled, still holding Stella in your arms, only this time she was much calmer, her eyes lighting up as she spots her dad.

“Hi, everything okay?”

“I should be asking you that…”

Shrugging you let him take Stella from you, his demeanour much more relaxed with his baby girl in his arms as he placed a few kisses to her cheeks.

“I know what your father is like, yes it hurts but I love you and you love me and that’s all that matters…we have a beautiful baby girl, and that man will never be able to change what we have.”

Max nods, bringing you into his side and leaning down to kiss you softly

“You’re right, he can’t. I’ll never let him ever disrespect you like that ever again. No matter what I have to do.”

“I know you won’t Maxie…and I love you very much for it, Stella too, huh baby?”

Stroking her cheek gently she babbled happily, leaning on Max’s shoulder, her hand patting his chest gently

“My girls…I love you both so much, i’ll always protect you both, with my everything.”

Nothing else needed to be said in the moment, all Max needed was his girls and he felt whole. Nothing else mattered because to him he had everything he’d ever wanted in his life. Despite what he went through growing up, Jos had never made his heart turn cold, he made it big enough to hold the love he had for you two, and would always hold, no matter what happened.

Besides, everyone knew messing with the Verstappen girls, was playing with fire.

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 4 months

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With No One Around

When you and Aemond need to relax, you have a secret spot where you can go and be all alone.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader (2nd person)

Warnings: kissing, deep throating, Aemond has a spite-fueled breeding kink

This work is a part of my 12 Days of Smuff event! Read the rest here.

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With No One Around

Prompt: In Nature & Deep Throating

Vhagar sensed your intentions the moment you and Aemond climbed down from her saddle, giving you an annoyed, rumbling growl before she lumbered as far away as she could while still being close enough to guard you. You mumbled teasing words at her, but you couldn’t help but love the curmudgeonly old dragon. And be very thankful that she only understood High Valyrian.

Aemond huffed, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you through the trees. You cursed his long legs and scrambled to keep up with him so he wouldn’t pull your arm clean off. “In quite a hurry, are you?”

He only gave a frustrated hum. It was answer enough.

That day had been hard. On both of you.

It was the first day of the Festival of the Mother, and as it always did on holidays, everything went wrong.

The king was too ill to attend. Aegon was hung over. Helaena was in one of her distant moods, which did nothing to help calm the hysterical twins. It was supposed to be their first public event since the announcement of their birth, a way to show the world that their line was strong, secure, and, most importantly, true. Yet the future heir spent the morning biting everyone and everything he could find while his sister wailed ceaselessly.

In the end, Helaena and the twins stayed in their rooms, leaving only Queen Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, and you to attend. Not exactly the best showing for a day dedicated to the mother.

Especially not when you and Aemond had been wed nearly two years with no children to show for it – though not for lack of valiant effort – and all the nobility seemed able to talk about was the child Rhaenyra would give birth to in mere weeks.

That was what set Aemond on edge. He would not be able to dismiss this child as a threat to his family. For unlike its elder half-brothers, it would not be a bastard. It would be a true continuation of Rhaenyra’s line – a full-blooded Valyrian. And a boon of legitimacy to her bid for the throne.

You were not sure exactly why, but Aemond believed that if Rhaenyra took the throne, she would immediately move to slaughter her half-siblings and their families. The one time you asked him why, he refused to explain. You would have pushed further, but his lip had twitched toward his scar, and you knew what that meant – it was one of the first things you’d learned about him.

Whatever the cause, he had pulled you away after the ceremony in such a hurry that he didn’t even call for a wheelhouse to take you to Vhagar. He’d just lifted you atop the first saddled horse he found, swinging up behind you and sending the beast racing through the city.

Which is how you ended up here – being pulled along by Aemond as he brought you to his special place. A small outcropping on Blackwater Bay, just outside the Kingswood. It had ample enough space for Vhagar to rest and was completely private.

It was where Aemond would come whenever he got overwhelmed, whether by the pain from his eye, exhaustion after being forced to appear in public and be sociable, or just the stress and frustration of his everyday life. He used it for the same reasons still, but he now had a better way to calm himself rather than mope by the cliff’s edge.

Now, he had you.

And you were never going to complain about his using you for stress relief.

Aemond brought you just outside the tree line, then whirled on you, gripping you tightly as he pulled you into a searing kiss. “I swear by all the gods,” he moaned as you opened to him, “we will not return home until there is a babe in your belly.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before again diving into you and moving one hand down to cup your rear. You moaned as he pulled you against him, rolling his hips to show you just how eager he was.

“We may be here a while then,” you managed to eke out between kisses. You weren’t sure why he was delaying; he was more than hard enough, and you hoped your own movements against him would show him you were ready as well. “What will we eat?”

He growled. This was not the conversation he wanted to have. He’d always preferred no conversation when you were intimate, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Vhagar will cook us some venison.”

You laughed at the answer but were quickly cut off when he moved his hands to your shoulders to push you down on the soft grass. Aemond was in quite the mood, and you weren’t sure you liked it.

So, you decided to tease him. After all, he deserved it.

You let him push you to your knees but resisted his attempts to push you down further. He tried, but you were stronger than you appeared, especially when you were this annoyed with him.

“What are you doing – ” you cut him off this time, reaching up to grab his thighs and squeeze.

With a saccharine smile, you brought your hands to the ties of his trousers and began to unlace them, one by one. “I’m just helping you relax. If you put a baby in me now, I fear it will be born angry.”

Aemond growled softly, in warning to not delay too long, and begrudging permission.

You made quick work of his trousers, pulling them down only enough to retrieve his hardened cock, pumping it a few times to spread the moisture that had gathered at his tip before taking him into your mouth. Slowly, at first, because he wouldn’t relax if he got what he wanted immediately, but enough that he would not want to stop you to stick himself somewhere else.

You continued like this for a few moments, until Aemond got impatient and laced his fingers through your hair, moving you ever so slightly toward him.

The message was clear: more.

You happily obliged, bracing yourself with your hands on his rear, and took him further, and further, and further. And when your nose finally pressed into his stomach, you paused, hollowing your cheeks. You drew back just before you ran out of breath, running your tongue up the length of him before taking him all the way once more.

Aemond’s hands tightened in your hair as you repeated the action once, twice, three times. On the fourth, he gripped so tightly you were sure he’d tear half your hair out. On the fifth, he shouted a curse as he came, spilling down your throat and moaning as you sucked every last drop from him. When you pulled away, you left one last kiss on his tip.’

It took a while for him to catch his breath. He gazed at you adoringly the whole time. You waited until he was entirely calm before you teased him once more.

“Enjoyable as that was, I fear it will not produce a babe.”

Aemond’s smile fell into a frown of shame and affectionate annoyance, and you laughed.

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zeraaachan · 2 years

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ANGELS CAN'T FALL - CHAINSAW MAN

pairing(s): angel devil x reader

warning(s): angst/no comfort, major character death, ooc! angel devil, manga spoilers

description: there was once a princess who woke up from a true love's kiss. but all his tale can offer is a damsel who slept eternally for a first love's peck. maybe it happened because he was no prince charming. or maybe it happened because he's the angel devil.

he never intended to meet them.

it was purely incidental. similar to a stroke of luck, or misfortune, the devil caught a glimpse of them through the small window in their hospital room. he should've walked away when he still had the chance. should've ignored his curiosity for the pale, sickly hands that fidget anxiously. he should've walked away and never come back when it was painfully obvious that they were ill and that they were no good for them. but alas, the devil in him thirsted for curiosity and interaction. he took a few steps back, peeked at the little window, and ignored aki's call excusing that he'll only be quick.

and that's how the two met: the winged and the damned.

angel devil's entrance caught the room patient's by surprise. no, he didn't do anything special like appear in front of them wings fully spread and halo shining. angel devil entered their room like a normal person, open the door then close it. but somehow they're still too surprised. they bombarded him with questions such as how the hell they made it up when they were supposed to go down. did they somehow trick heaven's list and slipped in their name? did no one up there see how unholy their search history is especially on reading platforms? they asked questions that made zero sense to the tired devil.

“okay, when did i die? did i fall from my bed accidentally when i sneezed?” they asked him, and now he can understand the reason for their surprise. a misconception, at that time. but still a foreshadowing.

“no. you're still alive.” angel devil tiredly muttered, eyes darting on each corner of their room until they landed on a particular spot. “i'm devil first, angel second. you're not exactly going to heaven if i've come to fetch you.”

“hmm makes sense. you look like a twink but you can probably dom me.”

”no, you don't understand.” he said, barely registering their words. his eyes still focused on a certain spot. “say, will you still eat that ice cream?” angel devil finally asked. his eyes still trained on the unopened can of ice cream on the table beside their hospital bed. he now realize why he was so drawn to this room. it's not them. it's the ice cream.

“nope. take it. the doctor said i'm not allowed to eat it”

and he doesn't need to be offered twice to move. with a simple word of excuse, he picked up the clean spoon near the ice cream can and the can itself with a few swift movements. he even took the liberty to sit on the hospital bed uninvited, mindful not to touch its occupant. although they don't seem to mind his presence. they're too fascinated with his wings, he noticed, he just hope they won't touch them. nor him for that matter.

“don't try to touch me. it will shorten your life span.” he warned unemotionally as a spoon of ice cream landed in his mouth. he can't really care whether they touch him. but he warned nonetheless as a gratitude for the ice cream on his hand.

he caught the way they looked at him with those curious eyes that probably never saw the outside of the hospital for weeks. it was full of questions, the devil noted. but they didn't ask anything. they just smiled at him sweetly, brightly. brighter than the fluorescent light above their head or the convenience store lights that attract his eyes to buy soft serve.

”okay. i won't" they finally said. but the angel devil knows better than to trust them. he stared at them for a good minute which they reciprocated. if he didn't turn his head away, he can bet that the patient in front of him will just continue to stare at him without blinking.

well, if they touch him, it's not his fault anymore. he thought.

“so.... do you like ice cream?” angel devil heard them ask. and that was only the beginning.

***

“so what's heaven like?”

angel devil just shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth as they continue to pester him. he can't understand himself. as if one time was not enough, today he still came back to the hospital room. it's probably the ice cream on his hand. it's the only reason why he'll come back to the hospital.

“i don't know. you don't need to know. you're not going there.” he answered rapidly followed by a short 'nom'.

”well that's rude coming from someone eating my ice cream.” angel devil only hugged the ice cream bowl possessively when he sensed the change in tone. then they giggled. only a little bit and it was nothing special. but he can swear that his ice cream is not the only thing that melted a bit faster when that happened.

that small giggle did something to him. it made him stop devouring the ice cream for a moment and stare at them. it's not the first time he saw a human make a joyous sound. but it's the first time he saw it up close. it was the first time someone made that tiny laugh concerning him.

and he would've probably savored the warm feeling if they didn't try to touch him in an attempt to pet his head.

angel took a retreat before they can even touch him. eyes wide with offense and surprise that woke them up from their trance.

instead of being offended by his attitude, they grinned sheepishly.

“oops! i remember.” they chuckled, almost apologetically. “no touchies.”

he warily looked at them. like a chick afraid to be stepped on again or in his case a devil afraid to be touched. but when they held up their hands in the air, grinned, and promised they'll not do it again, he let his guard down and returned to his spot. on their hospital bed. he sat down on the patient's bed, careful not to touch them even their clothed leg as always, and settled comfortably again. it's just him, the ice cream, and them again.

“so what is hell like?” they asked a bit too energetically after a moment.

and the angel doesn't need to think twice about his answer. “it is dark.”

***

“are we close enough for me to ask you a question?” they asked one day. it's the 15th time he came back. or is it the 51st time? but it doesn't matter. their hospital bed mattress still feels the same on his bottom. the ice cream on the side of their bed is still the same flavor and still taste the same, angel can even say that the temperature is the same as always. there're still a few cobwebs in the corner of their room. some flowers. a basket of fruit. and they're still there.

for some reason, they're still in the same hospital, same hospital room, and in the same hospital bed. it's as if they always belonged there and won't be leaving anytime soon. and the angel devil doesn't know if he is comforted or bothered by that fact.

“you bombarded me with questions when we first met.” the angel answered nonchalantly, feeding himself with ice cream and not bothering to share.

”well yes, but that's different.” they elongated the last word almost into a whine. “are we close now for me to ask, you know, questions for close people.”

he merely shrugged.

”eh? is that a yes in your language?” they asked. confused but light-hearted nonetheless. it may just be angel's opinion, but every time he returns, they seem a bit brighter. like today. they have more color than yesterday. even a red on their cheeks. it looks lovely, he admits.

”well i don't know if you said yes or no but just don't answer if we're still not close. because we're open.” they laughed at their own joke. angel questioned their sanity but didn't have the time to do so when they revealed their question. ”why can't i touch you?”

he should've expected this moment. he interacted with the human far more than he expected and can imagine. there will be a sense of kinship, of closeness as they term. they should've expected their curiosity and the question.

but he still doesn't like the fact that he has to say it. he doesn't enjoy the fact that they have to look into their happier eyes and reveal an unhappy fact.

angel finished the last drops of his ice cream before he met his eyes. full of wonders. just like when they first met. just like when he first became drawn to it.

“i'll absorb the little life you have with just a touch.” he muttered. his voice void of emotion but not cold. never cold. ”i don't want to kill you.”

---

”you must be a pretty strong devil, no?”

they initiated the conversation as usual. and like any other visit, he sat on their bed which now also recognizes them as their owner. he can't remember how many times he came back already. he stopped counting when reached 100. but he never stopped eating their ice cream.

“yes.” he answered shortly.

“must be because many are afraid of angels.” they concluded in which he only nodded. “then is there a ‘hot people devil’?”

“a what?”

“a ‘hot people devil’. the type of devil that grows strong from the fear of hot people?”

“i don't know any devil like that. is there even any human who's afraid of that..?”

“how dare you...!” they gasped quite dramatically. the angel devil, who noticed the change in intonation panicked. ”how dare you invalidate my fear!”

“but i—”

“i am deathly afraid of hot people. whenever i look at my mirror i scream out of fear!”

angel's panic was short-lived when he finally realized their point. he sighed, disappointed, and picked up the spoon they dropped earlier. so much for being concerned about a human's feeling. ”funny.” he muttered, not an ounce of joy in his voice.

they just laughed and resisted the urge to slap his back. it was a habit that he noticed. they always want to slap something whenever they laugh. angel doesn't know if he's more afraid of them accidentally touching him due to this habit or if he's more afraid of being slapped. he decided to eat soft serve ice cream instead.

after their laughter died down, they wiped the corner of their eye and angel is once again ready for another antic of theirs. except now, it's different.

”is there a love devil?” they asked, their tone a bit too serious for a joke. ”many people are afraid of love and being in love. many are afraid of losing their loved ones. is there a love devil, enjeru?”

it's the first time they called him, he noted. ”i'm not sure.” he answered which is rewarded by a smile.

“well it doesn't matter. because i, for one, isn't afraid of love.” they vowed confidently. a voice full of pride and certainty. and maybe because of their goofy tone, the devil was caught off guard by their next words. “but you, angel devil, must not make the love devil stronger.”

he wants to say something. anything. he's sensing the conversation going to a path he doesn't mean to take. he never meant to step in that territory.

but he can't stop them. he can't stop the next words that came out from them. especially when they look at him with a gaze full of conviction and sincerity.

“don't be afraid to fall in love with me, enjeru.” they answered sincerely. “because i don't plan on making a love devil stronger.

i love you.”

that's when the angel devil realized that he entered the path of no return.

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“why do you always have an ice cream when you can't even eat it?”

today is different. he'll be the one starting the conversation instead. the angel devil, for once, is starting the conversation between the winged and the damned. and he must admit, he's pretty horrible at it. but at least he didn't start with ‘how's the weather?’

“hmm... maybe because i expected a winged devil to enter my humble hospital room one day?” they answered cheekily, finger on their chin as they fake to think. ”what do you call it again? fate?”

angel devil merely stared at them and completely forgot about the conversation that strayed to a different direction. for the numerous times he visited, there are many moments where he'll just stare at them absentmindedly as they seem to sparkle whenever they talk. it's amazing honestly. especially as how it sometimes feels that he's viewing them on a glitter and sparkle filter. and maybe due to that particular filter, it made them ache to touch them.

”sometimes i wonder if i'll feel something when we touch.” angel murmured in his drunk state. unaware of his words until it finally hit him. of all the foolish things he can say, he picked the one that top it all. ”ignore it. i don't mean it—”

“then why don't we?”

if the angel devil was still capable of rage, he would've surely felt it. it angers him, just the thought of it, that they'll even think about something so foolish when they know the heavy weight of it. he's quite the hypocrite when he thinks this way, but he knows better.

“i'd rather stare at you every day than touch you once and never have that every day again.” he confessed. eyes more tired than usual.

that day, the ice cream on their bedside was left half-eaten.

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it was quiet in the patient's room after that conversation. there was no sign of huge white wings in the small space of the hospital room. the ice cream tub remained on the table, untouched until it melted. but it doesn't matter. it will always be replaced tomorrow. but like the day before, no one came to eat it.

the room returned to being a lonely typical hospital room. with one lone occupant. alone, sick, and always staring out the window on their door.

until that door swung open.

and revealed a doctor in a white coat.

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“you didn't come back for two weeks. i was obliged to dispose of 14 ice creams.”

“sorry.”

it was funny how it was the first thing the angel devil said when they met again after weeks of not seeing each other. it's not that they're not busy. they were. but despite that they always find the time to visit them before and claim dibs on the ice cream that is always on the table beside their bed. he just took his sweet time gathering his thoughts this time. and it was a mess.

”i made some thinking.” he confessed, eyes on them. ”they're about you.”

”i'll be jealous if they're not.”

angel ignored their small quip. ”i realized i'm happy with just eating that ice cream over there.” he stated and looked at their table. even pointed the single tub of ice cream.

it was pretty horrible of him to bring up ice cream when the mood is not really one for eating. but he can only hope that he knows what he is doing. he can only hope that they know what he is doing.

the devil was not sure if he conveyed himself properly. if he conveyed his thoughts properly. he's not sure if they understood that they're putting a wall between them but at the same time letting them enter his untouchable life. he's not sure if they understood that he's telling them that he wants what they want, that they want them the same, but there are limits.

he wants to know if they understand that it would've worked if only he was not him. if he's not the angel devil.

but surely they understood. for they offered him that gracious smile once more and gestured the tin near the bed. “oh hush. just eat this stuff.” they commanded in a jovial tone. ”i know you only come back for this.”

---

maybe he was too happy that he forgot a little bit of everything. maybe the angel was on clouds that he forgot many circumstances. he forgot his own demons. their demons. he was too relaxed, happy and satisfied, that he forgot some circumstances. and how he wish he didn't.

“do you wanna beat the system?” they lightly joked and looked up to him with bright eyes that spent years staring at a hospital's ceiling. for some reason there are two cans of ice cream today. one for him, which is already on its last scoops; and one for them that rests on their lap, still almost full. angel plans on asking for their share once he's finished with his.

but he have to listen to them first. “what system?”

“do you wanna beat the system?” they repeated. smile full of jokes but eyes clear and serious. ”your whole ‘we touch, i deduct years from your life’ situation.”

angel remained silent and didn't say anything. he can feel that something is off aside from the two tubs of ice cream.

and there must be something extremely wrong. his heart is pounding to the extremes. the bowl of ice cream on his hands is a bit colder than usual yet his palms are still sweating.

and then he heard it.

“i'm dying.” they said as if to curse him. a curse he should've expected. a curse that he put on himself when he walked to their hospital room for the first time. “a month from now. or maybe a few weeks. or maybe even tomorrow. i won't last that long.” they continued. their eyes avoided his and the emotions swirling in them. “so i thought, why not make it today.”

”let's talk about other things.” angel can already see the direction of the conversation. and he wishes to avoid it.

however, they only smiled at him and returned their gaze. now they're the ones who ignored them. “i want to feel if your hands are warm, angel. or if they're cold from the number of bowls of ice cream that you held.”

he was speechless. it's been so long since he felt something like this. since he felt something this humane. and of all the things that he can feel again, why is it this certain emotion. why must it be betrayal and sadness. even regret.

“i'll come back tomorrow.” the angel devil said and prepared to leave. his bowl still has a few scoops of ice cream left.

it was cowardly, he admit. he's such a coward for running away in this situation. for not facing it when he should've known what he is dealing with when he chose to eat ice cream with them and sit on their bed. he should've been prepared to face this when he came back time and time again to see them.

”how can you be sure that i'll still be here tomorrow?” they asked the question he feared.

but like a coward, he decided to turn his back on his fear. on them.

”i'll come back tomorrow.” he repeated and closed the door to their hospital room.

---

the last time he entered their hospital room, they were not alone. the door swinged open just as he was about to turn their knob. it's their doctor. like usual, she have a forlorn look on her face. and angel can't help but look over them. they haven't noticed them yet and maybe that's why there was a bothered look on their face.

“what did your doctor said?” he asked and picked the ice cream on the table. the same ice cream that by each time he returns get blander and colder.

they just smiled at him. it was a sad one.

“i have until tomorrow.”

the angel devil was right in his decision to just hold the ice cream tub in their hand and not open it. it was funny. because he cannot blame anyone but himself for his situation.

“won't you kiss me goodbye, angel?” they added, the sad tone of their voice being an octave lower.

but he can only wallow in self-pity and hate. it was his choice. from day one, he was the one who choose to take a step back, peek and enter their hospital room. right from the start, they were the ones who turned the old door knob to the room. they choose to open the 58th hospital room, their hospital room. and he opened himself to the possibility of being hurt. but he didn't brace himself for it. all he did was fall deeper and deeper for a human that is not even healthy. to someone who seems as if the last time they saw the sun outside was last year. it was his choice to enter their room. it was his choice to sit in their bed. it was choice choice to hurt himself and them.

they were his choice. he choose them.

and he also chooses to eat the bowl of ice cream on his hands in their current situation. he chooses to scoop a spoonful of soft serve into his mouth mechanically. he can barely register its taste. he can barely recognize the ice cream's flavor. but he made sure that it left a mark on his tongue. it might be his last after all.

a smile graced their lips, probably the last they'll ever see, and angel etched it on his memory. “right. you loved ice cream.”

he can see them resist the urge to cradle his head and comb his hair. he can understand them. since for all the times they are together, they kept their word of not touching them. they never touched them even once. just as how he resisted to just fall on his knees and drop his tired body on them. they both resisted the thing that they both wanted.

the angel devil was first a devil, an angel second. and the devil in him finally made a decision.

”do you only have until tomorrow?” he confirmed, tongue still coated with ice cream.

“yes.”

“and do you still want to know whether my hands are warm, just like how you made me feel? or if it is cold, just as how i feel right now?” he added. “do you still want to part with me with just a shallow kiss?”

”yes.” they answered, head still relaxed on their pillow and back on their comfortable hospital mattress. they've been laying down since the time they told him they were dying.

the angel devil asked his final question. one he'll always remember. and one he never got an answer.

“do you know how soft serve ice cream tastes like?”

his cold hands met the warm flesh of their cheeks and his own eyes witnessed how their eyes widened with surprise. is it due to the temperature of his palm? or his palm itself? angel can never be sure. he never got the confirmation. but he saw how their cheeks became painted with different shades of red and how their eyes locked on his, with certainty and conviction. they're not one to back out. they have nothing to return to from this point on.

as he caress their face, he's also taking the last of their life.

with one dip of his head, the angel devil landed his lips on the human damned to a hospital bed. of the human he only saw through a small door window before, fidgeting with their hands anxiously as they stitch an angel rag doll.

it was warm. angel finally realized what he is missing in all those times. their cheeks are warm. so is their forehead were his own forehead rest. and their lips. it welcomed him warmly. the same warmth that they made them feel. even warmer.

angel doesn't have to say the word. they slightly parted their lips and invited his tongue inside to explore the mouth that laughed when he lazily lick his ice cream. angel's tongue probed the same mouth that told him daring words and sweet nothings, his everything(s). he passionately kissed the lips that dared him to do the last thing he thought he'll do to the person he love: to touch and to let them go. it's ironic how much he wants to touch them yet can not. it's ironic how much he held back just for this moment.

angel is not sure whether they tasted the remnants of ice cream still on his tongue. or whether they felt the warmth that they so desired. or if it was the opposite.

but the healing dying kiss was different from the cold soft-serve ice cream that is always on the table beside their hospital bed. everything about them and their lips is warm and comforting. and he wants to bask in it. he wants to bathe in the sunlight that they provide in the four corners of the enclosed hospital room. angel finally realized how it feels to hold the sun and the stars. but even the sun can lose its rays. even the stars can lose their light. the sun can be destroyed and stars always die leaving a cold black hole in its wake. summer can easily become winter in the blink of an eye. and like all the warm things in the world, it became chilly. he can feel their lips slowly lose their warmth.

until all that was left was cold.

END.

”what happened to the patient that you always visited? in room 58?”

“they left.”

a small nod was made by aki who cannot see the sullen look on the angel devil's face. the fine man in suit added. “about time. they were supposed to be discharged weeks ago. why are you surprised? you didn't know?”

author's note(s): it's been a year since i last read the manga and i haven't started the anime yet but i just realized the angst potential of my favorite chainsaw man character, angel devil. expect to see more contents like this soon. bye bye~

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wearyeyebrow · 11 months

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Pride and Shame

Summary: Beel tells you of an afternoon yelling match between Belphegor and Lucifer. While Belphie plans his revenge, you notice that Lucifer has skipped dinner.

Tags: Hurt/comfort, Lucifer x MC, SFW

Lucifer stands just outside your bedroom door, poised to knock, but even still he hesitates.

He almost turns on his heel just as the door creaks open. There you are, dressed down for the evening, in comfy clothes, looking surprised to see him.

“If you’re busy I can come back another time.” He isn’t about to make a nuisance of himself.

“No, no I was just about to come to you - I didn’t see you at dinner.” You frown, and he’s torn between the feelings of ease and discomfort.

“I had work to finish.”

“That may be so, but you should at least have something to eat. Come in - please.” You open the door wide for him and yet he hesitates.

“Lucifer?”

Before he can think too hard about it he crosses the threshold, immediately warmed by the atmosphere of your room.

He eyes your textbooks sprawled all over the floor. “Were you studying?”

“Something like that,” you sigh. “Solomon has me on a wild goose chase, all for a special ingredient. I know he knows what I’m supposed to be looking for, but all he’ll give me are cryptic hints. I’ll probably be here all night…” You plop down on the plush carpet, sitting cross legged. You pat the ground beside you and motion for him to sit.

“Would you like some help?”

“I mean yes, I would, but I shouldn’t.” You sigh and run a hand through your hair. “I would love a break though - tell me about your day.”

“My day?” Lucifer settles in, resting his back against the frame of your bed. He straightens the crease of his pant leg. “It’s all very boring, really. My next week is booked solid so I’m trying to finish as much groundwork as I can now. Most of the day was spent signing my name.”

‘Mm, how delightful.” You drawl.

“Indeed.”

He’s quiet, as if that’s all he came for. He can feel your expectant stare and it irks him.

“So I… I may have heard about something that happened from Beel.”

Lucifer sighs, “Yes, what of it?”

“What happened?”

“Didn’t Beel tell you?”

“He told me parts of it, yes… I’m unfamiliar with the other layers of hell. Why did Belphie want to go to the sixth?”

“Because he’s an imbecile, that’s why.” Lucifer rolls his eyes, “Because he has no regard for his or Beel’s safety, because he lives to give me trouble. I had to reason their lives out of the Hands of Ill Temper. I just barely managed by the skin of my teeth.”

“What was Belphie after?”

“I don’t know and I don’t particularly care to know. He shouldn’t have gone in the first place. He has no excuse, leaving me to clean up their messes, putting Beel’s life in danger. Again.” Lucifer needs to move, to pace, something - everything in him itches. He settles on adjusting his socks.

“You really chewed them out, huh.”

“Naturally,” he huffs, “How else will they learn?”

“...Belphie said something else, didn’t he?”

Lucifer stiffens. “It doesn’t matter.”

‘Are you sure?”

Lucifer would rather forget it. He would rather skip dinner and continue working, pen scratching on paper, waiting for the memory to subside. But it never does, it just replays over and over again.

“Belphie, that’s not true, Lucifer doesn’t-”

“Why are you so upset anyway? I assumed you’d want us dead, since we cause you so much trouble. I’d be doing you a favor-”

“Oh doesn’t he? Look - he won’t even deny it, and now he’s just walking away - fucking evil bastard.”

With a click Lucifer had closed the door to his study, put on a cursed record, and refilled his inkwell. Hours of ruminating did nothing. Hours of work did nothing. Now he’s here. What is he doing here? Why did he stop by your door on his way to look for table scraps like a dog? What is wrong with him?

“It… doesn’t matter.” He should leave.

“I think it’s eating you.” He says nothing. “I think that talking about it might help.”

“What is there to talk about?” He bites.“They were reckless. This is nothing new. I reminded them of their own stupidity and Belphie retaliated. Again, nothing new.”

“But… something still bothers you.”

Lucifer clears his throat. “Belphie put both himself and Beel in danger chasing some whim. They could have been imprisoned, they could have been killed for their transgressions - that’s what bothered me, and now it’s finished.”

“I assumed you’d want us dead, since we cause you so much trouble.”

“Is that all that bothers you?” When did you get so close to him? He can feel your softness resting against his side.

“What else would?” Your gentle hand tugs at his glove, taking one off and then the other. This perplexes him but he can’t find it in him to stop you.

“What he said, you know, about you wanting him dead?”

“Nonsense. He was angry.”

“Beel was worried.” Beel was? Lucifer turns to look at you. “That’s why he told me about what Belphie said.”

He sighs. “If… If Belphegor is angry with me, let him be angry. It doesn’t change how I think about the situation.”

“Lucifer.” Suddenly your too steady gaze is fixated on him. “You can deny it all you want, but I… it’s clearly still eating you.” Lucifer’s brow furrows - how dare you assume? As if you’ve read his mind, you clarify. “I know I’m being presumptuous, I know, but please - it hurts you, doesn’t it?”

“Let it.” What is he saying? “Let it hurt. Whatever it takes. He can’t go down there again.”

“But doesn’t it matter that it hurts you?”

“Why should it?” He’s of two minds, one that desperately wants to talk to you, the other screaming at him, a cacophony of voices, pushing it down, down.

“It’s just me, Lucifer.” He feels the comforting warmth of your human hands in his, of your body just barely touching his side. Your room smells like you. The door is locked. It’s after midnight, and the house is quiet.

“I think…” Lucifer swallows, “I think I…

If he could crawl inside you he would. If he could speak directly to your mind he would, spilling his innermost thoughts and feelings without having to say them out loud. He gags on the words, as if once he starts they won’t stop.

This is what it means to be your friend, to be your partner, his mind desperately reasons. How can he fit vulnerability into an acceptable narrative?

He still can’t look at you. "I think I... I was afraid. If they aren't - if I can't be there, if I can't keep them in line, what's stopping the world from-" his eyes water and he blinks rapidly, head tilted back staring at the ceiling. "If he needs to assume that I hate him, if that's what it will take, then so be it."

"Lucifer, sweetheart-"

He sucks in a rattled breath. You can’t speak to him like that, not when he’s at his lowest. He doesn’t need your saccharine tone because he’s better than this, better than comfort or mistakes. Yet here you are, on the floor at midnight, speaking with such kindness and understanding. It’s because you’re an exception to his inner monologue of rules that his brain finally quiets like an oil lamp snuffed out.

"Is that what you want?"

"Of course not, but-"

"I know you’re willing to play the villain if it’ll keep them safe. I mean, you've done it before, for entirely too long. But remember what happened when you were honest? Things got better. Belphie came around and I finally understood you."

He scoffs. "It was a catastrophic failure - any good that came of it was all your doing-"

“Don’t I?”

"We've all come a long way together. It doesn't have to be this way. I truly believe it doesn't, things have already changed.” You plead with him. “Habits are hard to break. I know that Belphie was hurting when he said that, but you don't deserve to hurt like this either, Lucifer." He can't look you in the eye. "Hey," you continue gently, softly, "you don't, truly."

“No. They don’t and you don’t.”

He looks up at the ceiling again.

"I'm here because you don’t have to handle it alone." You murmur. “Because I care about you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Too late.” You lean over him and place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He swallows, blinking rapidly, and gathers you in his arms to place a fierce kiss to your temple. He wraps himself around you, all at once too separate from everything you are. The noise quiets when you move to hold him instead. Your arms wrap around him, and after everything he’s done to you, he doesn’t deserve you in his life like this, in love with what little good remains in him. But, he supposes, his pride as a demon will make space for you, and for that he is grateful.

"Thank you," he croaks, "for choosing to speak with me."

"That’s what I’m here for, dummy.”

“You’re meant for so much more than that.”

“I just think…” you kiss the crown of his head, “that I’m meant for whatever I want, and I want to figure this out with you.”

Lucifer closes his eyes in the quiet darkness of your arms. You are a gentle reprieve to whatever remains of his soul.

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thezombieprostitute · 1 month

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Johnny Storm + realizing his feelings for you are real and strong because you’re the first person he’s ever missed while you’re apart 🥺

A/N: This is my first time writing for Johnny Storm so please let me know if I did okay!

"Johnny, what the hell?!" Sue's voice rang from the shared kitchen.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it" Johnny yelled from his room.

"You were the last person in the kitchen!"

"It still wasn't me!"

Sue storms to Johnny's room to find him in his bed, hugging a sweater you'd left behind a few visits ago. "You're really gonna lay there and try to convince me that you, the last person in the kitchen, after I cleaned it this morning, are not responsible for the half-assed attempt at baking I just walked in on?"

"Well excuse me for trying to do something nice for everyone," Johnny whines.

"What's gotten into you, Johnny? I swear I've never seen you like this."

From further down the hall they hear Ben, "lover boy just misses his girl is all."

"No, I don't," Johnny shouts back at him.

Ben snickers, "I can't see you but I know you're cuddling up with her shirt, ain't you?"

Johnny throws your sweater to the side before pouting, "NO!" Sue smiles fondly as Ben breaks out into a laugh.

At that moment the front door opens, "I'm home!" Richard calls out. Sue turns to greet him but is distracted by Johnny shoving her to the side to run to the door.

"Wait, where's Y/N," Johnny asks. "She was supposed to come back with you."

"Yeah," Reed confirmed. "She wanted to go home and get some rest."

"But..." Johnny can't think straight.

Reed continues, "I asked her if she wanted to come over but she told me, the last time you two went out, you said you wanted some space." Reed shrugs, "I guess she's just giving you what you want."

Johnny starts pouting and angrily grabs the keys to his motorcycle before storming out of the apartment.

Your apartment feels cold and quiet as you enter. You miss Johnny but you don't want to bother him, especially after he said he was feeling a little "smothered". You flinch at the memory.

"Ugh, one thing at a time," you tell yourself as you start putting your things away. It was a long trip and you feel exhausted. Maybe a shower and some sleep will cure your ills.

A shower certainly does help but you still find yourself feeling lonely. Maybe Johnny was on to something. Maybe you do spend too much time with him and not enough alone. You put on some pajamas, order delivery from your favorite pizza place, and settle in on the couch for some alone time.

Too soon to be the pizza, you hear an insistent knock at the door. Confused you head over and look through the peephole. It's Johnny! As soon as the door is open he's pulling you into a deep kiss, complete with a warm hug.

"I'm so sorry," he says when he pulls away. "I'm so sorry I said I need space. I don't need space, I need my head examined. I missed you so much. So much more than I've ever missed anyone. I'm sorry I tried to push you away."

You gently rub his cheek while giving him some reassuring coos. Neither of you realized the door was still open until the pizza arrived. The two of you settled on the couch to eat. You thought to sit on the opposite side but Johnny pulled you close, until you were practically sitting on his lap.

"I need you to know," he whispers after finishing a slice, "why I said what I said." You turn to face him, making sure he knows he has your attention. "I've...I've never been one for things like long-term relationships. No one who knows me thinks I'm even capable of anything more than just...casual hookups or convenience relationships, like you and I have."

You nod your understanding and he continues, "I was trying to keep that reputation when I told you we were spending too much time together. But this last week, without you being around at all? Fuck, I, I have to admit, I'm in love with you."

His confession leaves you wide-eyed, "you really mean that?"

"Yes," he replies with a look you've dubbed his "serious face".

"I accept your apology, and your confession," you hum. "But you owe me."

"Name your price, Fire Lily," he breathes.

"You have to give me back the sweater your keep in your room."

Updating to make sure tags are included:

@alicedopey

#zombie asks #Shameless Hoe Fairy #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm fluff #johnny storm angst

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and Worst of both worlds (part 7)

Tw: vomiting, sick reader, implications that the housemates r jerks before, imo boring chapter just some comfort for sickness times

Vote the poll down below n im gonna start making the next part after 20 votes

part 8

You can barely get out of bed.

That means you didn't get to clean up your post-exam clutter. Making the entire room miserable and almost unhabitable. You couldn't sleep because you had a terrible fever, needing to eat a couple of paracetamols to cool yourself down.

Anything that goes in your mouth comes back up. You wouldn't want to waste your food anymore, so you simply stopped eating.

You woke up to loud knocking, borderline banging on your door and to the voice of your housemate. She's yelling about someone being here to see you.

That can't be right. Why would anyone want to visit you? You're not asking this in a self depreciating way, but in a logical sense where you knew no one knew you're suffering from food poisoning.

Except...

Realization dawns upon you when you hear a series of softer knocks. You heard Yves's muffled voice from the outside, asking you to open the door for him.

You checked your phone. It's four in the afternoon. He should still be at the library, why is he here?

Then your focus went to the notification banner about the four missed calls he left.

"(Name)? It's Yves. You haven't been answering my calls. I'm worried about you."

The last person you want to see now is goddamn fucking Yves. Yesterday already took a toll on you, having him over is going to worsen the illness- if the fever didn't fry your brain, the stress would.

You refused to answer, covering your head with your pillow as he continued to knock.

Eventually though, he stopped. The walls are thin so you could hear him ask your housemate about you. She said you were hurling all night, keeping everyone awake. They witnessed you trying to eat a cooked packet of instant noodles, but you immediately threw it all up the moment you swallowed a forkful.

"I see." You hear him reply. "May I see the kitchen?" He asked.

She was taken aback by the request, a kitchen shared by 7 other students isn't going to be the cleanest. There was a pause before she told him that it was messy.

"That does not matter." He responded. You heard a sigh and she verbally told him to go ahead.

You're sure he knows what the condition of it is. He was there yesterday for the trash bags. You wonder what business he has there.

When you hear him walk away from your bedroom door, you force yourself and your aching muscles to creep out of your room. Planning to eavesdrop on his conversation.

"Is this all they eat?" His voice echoed through the hallway.

"Yes. I literally have never seen them eat anything else. Maybe the occasional cold pizza slice or two, but that's it. I don't think they even own a frying pan. Sometimes I wonder how that bastard is still alive." Ouch. A simple Yes would suffice. Why did she have to air your dirty laundry like that?

You heard the fridge open.

"Yeah, this was supposed to be their side of the fridge, but it was always empty. So we used it as a spare." Yves hummed in response.

You rushed back into your room when you heard his heels begin to strike the floor. Quietly shutting the door and tucking yourself into your bed.

Perhaps he's giving up, you're not coming out of your-

You stared wide eyed as the knob twisted by itself.

You forgot to lock your door. Shit, you fucking forgot to lock your door.

You heard one last set of calm knocking and Yves voice: "(name), I'm coming in."

He pushed it open and you see his tall, slender frame coming into view. His hair is flowy and luscious as usual, clear skin and pristine makeup on his beautiful face. While you look like crap. And your room looks like crap, you can barely see the floor.

You gape at the square of translucent hydrocolloid dressing on the back of his hand. Looks like his burn yesterday started to blister.

"Damn! You live like this?" Your housemate expressed her disbelief when her eyes landed on the clothes, indiscernible between used and washed, strewn all over the place. The opened drawers and stacks of empty cups.

You hid under your blanket, you told her to shut up and get the fuck out of your room.

"Alright, you're a grump cause you're sick. But just so you know, you're still on garbage duty this week." She responded.

You groan, telling her that you knew that already. You told her to go away. But she doesn't respect you, none of your housemates do.

"Could you excuse us, please?" Yves politely dismissed her. She agrees and leaves your room immediately. Yves closes the door to maintain some privacy.

You remained hidden under the sheets, not wanting him to see you so vulnerable.

"You poor thing." He sighed. You felt the bed dip as he sat on the edge. He gently peeled the blanket off your head, using the other hand to stroke your hair.

"You haven't eaten today, have you?" The fingers running through your grimy hair was... comforting. Too comforting, perhaps. You involuntarily started tearing up and crying, being reminded of a simpler time in your life. It brought back the feelings of security and safety, which you haven't felt in such a long while. You forgot how it felt, and it felt extremely good.

He stopped his caresses, but rested his hand on your scalp.

You told him you didn't mean to weep. You had no idea what has gotten into you. However, you're sure you're crying because of the state of your room and how two people had to see it- which includes someone with opinions you value very much: Yves.

He continued his affectionate touches as tears kept falling from your eyes.

No further words were exchanged between the two of you. Yves kept you company until you fell asleep from his rhythmic stroking. He pressed a kiss on your forehead before standing back up.

Yves sets his bag on your bed, he gets to work picking up stray articles of clothing from the floor. He dropped them all into your laundry basket in a messy pile.

Yves picked it up with no effort and carried it on his hip. He left your room and headed towards the basement, where the dryers and washing machines are kept. He knows where it is despite no one ever telling him.

You woke up with a jolt, thinking that Yves intruding your room was just a crazy fever dream.

Except, the presence of his unique luxury bag is right next to you. Scanning your surroundings, you definitely can tell Yves made his mark here.

You can see the floor again, you didn't know that it's that shiny and clean. All your clothes are missing and the corners are clear of any old trash. Everything you own is organized neatly, the shelves are displaying their respective categories in order. Your desk was wiped down and your textbooks arranged by colour.

Your room is unrecognizable, it wasn't even this nice when you first moved in.

Yves is nowhere to be found. You weakly got up and dragged yourself to the door. Locking yourself in and Yves out.

You always wondered what is in that bag. It seems to be carrying an impossible amount of items. Though, he uses a briefcase for his laptop and notes on weekdays, it's impressive that he managed to fit an umbrella in this small bag among other things.

You opened it and began rummaging through.

A lipstick, a compact mirror, disposable wet wipes, a hydrating facial spray, dry facial tissues, a hairbrush, his phone, a tin of breath mints, his oddly thin wallet- it made sense, the rich wouldn't carry around wads of cash. Only cards; An army Swiss knife, bandaids, a rectangle of a foldable grocery bag...

A set of keys attached to his car fob, a pen, some unidentifiable medication; it's printed in a foreign language, a case containing his reading glasses, another case that contains his sunglasses, portable eating utensils, a bottle of hand sanitizer, disinfectant spray, a power bank, charging cables, a portable fan, a hand fan, electronic ear buds, ear plugs...

Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you kept finding more things; perfume, a scrunchie, a couple of hair ties, sun screen, ointment, his reusable stainless steel thermal cup, lip balm, a face mask, portable paper soap, a stack of sticky notes and of course, an umbrella.

You dug deeper and found out that he's also hiding a scarf in there!

All that with heaps of space to spare, it doesn't look bulky from outside or in. You tried lifting it up by the handles, but it felt like you were trying to lift a barbell with one hand. It was bizarre how he could find what he wanted in the nick of time with all these things. Granted, it was neatly partitioned before you searched through it- oh. You messed up his system.

Shit! You're going to embarrass yourself again!

Well, you still have time. The door is locked and he isn't here yet, you could try putting it back.

You heard the door knob rattle. That must be him, he can't possibly get in right?

Your blood turned to ice when you heard the jingling of some keys. Of course, it's Yves. He would know to take your own keys with him. You heard him unlock your door.

You panicked and tried to hop out of bed, so you could barricade the door with something. But while doing so, you knocked the bag off the bed and made the contents of it spill out.

You let out a distressed yelp, his ten million things spread out all over the floor, some rolled under your bed.

"Did I startle you? I apologize." He came in with a laundry basket filled with freshly washed clothes. They're dry and warm to the touch. The basket looks noticeably clean too. Did he scrub it down? The dust and mold are gone, it went back to looking brand new.

You began apologizing, saying that you didn't mean to knock his bag down. You saw that as a potential escape from getting caught snooping around.

"No, it was my fault to leave it near the edge. It was bound to fall." He set the basket down and calmly began picking his belongings off the floor.

You let out a discrete sigh of relief. You're off the hook.

But obviously he knows what you did. His scarf shouldn't even be out of his bag, as he packed it at the bottom. His keys, lipstick and wallet should be the first to leave, yet it remained safely in the toppled bag because you flipped everything upside down while being a nosy person.

Plus, it was zipped up in the first place.

If he didn't want you peering in, he would have hidden it under your bed.

You got down on your knees and helped him collect the items. You dumped it back into the handbag, but Yves nonchalantly pulled it all back out to organize them himself.

"Thank you." He stood back up and securely placed it on your nightstand.

He turned to you and crowded you against the bed. Yves slid his hands under your chin, where the pulse is, checking your temperature by touch. You flinch and squirm because you're ticklish, but he paid no mind to it.

"You're having a fever." He noted. You release a baited breath when he lets you go, reaching for something inside his handbag.

You watch him unscrew the lid of his thermos cup. There isn't any particular Colour to the liquid. But there was a faint fruity scent emanating from it. The ice cubes bob around the mystery fluid. He also produced a metal straw which he plunged into the drink, you must have missed it when you were rummaging through.

He popped two tablets of paracetamol out of a blister pack and brought them to your lips. It's better to just let him feed you, so you took it in your mouth.

"Take small sips." He brought the straw to you.

The beverage is... salty. And sweet. It's sickeningly fragrant for a drink that's supposed to be enjoyable. Except it's not, it's an electrolyte solution he prepared to make up for the ones you lost. The coldness saved it.

You didn't realize how thirsty you were, he placed the cup in your hands before walking back to the laundry hamper. He opened a drawer and began folding your clothes into a neat stack.

You're starting to think he just likes silence. He has a perfectly functioning pair of expensive earbuds, but he doesn't use them neither does he want to initiate a conversation with you.

You put your drink away and flopped down onto your bed. You picked up your phone and decided to check your notifications.

You received a number of messages from the group chat with your housemates.

"(name) u gotta get ur bestie to visit more cuz this is the cleanest the kitchen has ever been!!!"

Attached to it is a series of before and after pictures of the entire house. You almost couldn't recognize the place, it was tidy and sparkling clean.

The rest of your housemates agreed in text, telling you that he was such a pleasant conversationalist.

"oh ya idk if hes still here but he made a massive pot of congee for u, its a fuckin banger u should try it" "Damn u lucky as hel to have him take out da trash on ur behalf, that shit was nasty and he did it without gloves too" "His car is still outside, he has got to be here." "oh shiiiittt hes gotta be LOADEDDD with a hot ride like that. where did u find him??" "Omg!! I need his recipe!! Can you ask him for it, pretty please, (name)? Maybe his number too??" "lawlz not u being hornyz on main" "lmaoo fuckin simp" "im not!! :(( he's just so sweet and handsome, im not stealing their man or anything, i just wanna get to know him!! you guys are just mean!!" "whatever u say president desperate"

You read all their text messages that devolved into banterings, looks like all your housemates know him now. You wonder what he talked about with them. What was there to talk about?

You were brought back to reality when you heard him shut the draw. He left your room once more to retrieve something.

Your phone pinged, alerting you of another text message.

"BRUH hes really still here"

Shortly after, you received a picture taken in the kitchen. Looks like the photographer tried to be subtle from its angle.

The photo showed Yves's back as he scoops something from a pot into a bowl, using a metal ladle.

"shit (name) how did u pull such a fine man It's literally 9pm rn" "What time did he come here tho?? Ik i came home at 6 and i saw him mopping the floor" "like 4pm" "FIVE HOURS ?? (NAME) TELL UR BESTIE HES WELCOME HERE ANYTIME WE WILL OPEN THE DOOR FOR HIM"

At least they seem to be less of pricks to you than before, all thanks to Yves. But it's such a shame that it took a good-looking servicing stranger to get them to act nice towards you.

"(Name), you have to eat something." You looked up from your cracked screen to see Yves holding a bowl of steamy congee. He pulled the chair from your desk and sat next to your bed.

"Sit up straight." He caressed the small of your back. You complied with his command while he stacked your pillows to make a backrest.

It has a mild, pleasantly savoury aroma.

He fed you by the spoonful agonizingly slow, you're horrified that you're now used to this gesture. It isn't something you feel flustered about, it just feels... right. It feels normal and it's as if he's done this for your entire life.

You're getting more comfortable with him and that scares the fuck out of you.

You're surprised that it's not making you want to hurl, the meal is actually bettering your stomach and you wanted to eat more even after finishing the entire bowl. It's definitely bland in your dictionary, since it's only seasoned with salt, pepper and freshly made chicken stock. But it was heavenly. And its the only thing you can stomach now.

You asked for more. You were shocked when your request is denied.

"You're full. You are going to vomit if I give you more. That's enough for now, I'll give you another bowl an hour later." He dabbed the corners of your mouth with a facial tissue.

You froze.

He is right. You are full. You wanted more because it tasted great, but you would have thrown it all up again.

It's eerie how he knows you better than you know yourself. And this is only the third time you have spoken to him. This doesn't seem right, does it?

Yves left your room once more to keep the dishes away. Predictably, the group chat blew up with astonished reactions that Yves appeared right before their eyes again.

You massaged your forehead, wondering if you should have been a bit more firm in saying no to Yves. But he just makes you so weak against him.

You checked the time and the digits turned from 9:59pm to 10:00pm.

It's getting very late.

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berriblossom · 8 months

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Hey, Kuki! I was just wondering if you could do hurt to comfort Zhongli x Fem!Child Reader fic where it’s in the past and Zhongli just found them in the rice patties? Like, he was going on for a daily stroll and he saw the child and decided to take them in? This would give more context before all of your other child fics (since they’re based in the present). I absolutely loved your Rubber Ducky story, it didn’t fail to bring tears to my eyes. Take your time to work on this RQ, or you can ignore it if it’s too much to ask for :)

Hello! I was planning on doing this, but thank you for getting me started on it now! I love getting asked about Papa Zhongli and his little swan! Im going to keep this one GN to keep it in place with the series and make it a little more inclusive for the sake of continuity! Hope that's ok!

Zhongli x Gn! Child Reader| Hurt to comfort.

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Zhongli was helping you with cleaning your room and all your old toys you don't play with anymore. Despite being too big for you, you held onto old dolls, little nic-nacks, old colorful drawings, and jewelry. But now was the time for you to get rid of them or to donate them to other little kids in need, as Zhongli reminded you.

Zhongli was a little sad at how much you have grown since being in his care. What, it's been about 6 years now? Yes, you were almost big enough to start your own schooling and ready to have more friends outside of Yaoyao and Qiqi. Zhongli didn't think after 6 years he'd feel a little nostalgia sick about how old you get, despite knowing your mental and physical again will be slightly delayed due to your adeptal traits but still. Papa can't reminisce a little.

Zhongli remembered how small you were, how scared you were when he'd try and leave rooms without you being right beside him the whole time.

"Papa! No Leave! No, leave me! Papa!" Zhongli felt his heart break each time you wailed to Madam Ping about how he left you forever while he went to go about his duties for the Wangsheng Funeral parlor. But the most heartbreaking thing was how he originally found you in Qingce Village.

A little while back, the 77th director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor asked her dutiful consultant, Zhongli to go to Qingce to see about a client as he had fallen ill and due to her ever-bending will and intent, the old man could be their next client.

Zhongli despite thinking HuTao's directions were a bit too offensive and blunt sometimes went up to the village despite wanting to hear more from here. The bickering wasn't an option for the director because somehow she would win.

Zhongli felt the warm sun beat down on his neck as he walked across the old rope bridges around the mountains of Qingce. The ex-Geo Archon always relished in the simple beauty of the simple but quiet village. As he walked, he could hear young children cry out and play near the waterfalls. Older people cleaned through the rice patties, and the sounds of the wind blew through the terrain. The shades of orange, yellow, and green, made it seem this village was in its own world.

Zhongli heard a small rustle in one of the patties beside him, turning his head to look, he felt a small tuff at his pant leg. Looking down he meets large [eye color] eyes looking back up at him in awe. You held a little small doll in your hands, your little fingers had little scratches and nicks on them, possibly from running around in the patties and getting a little dirty.

But Zhongli noticed other things too, like how your hair seemed a little messy, and your face had dirt and mud on it. But your small eyes looked at him with such wonder, so much pure joy. It was adorable.

"Hello, may I ask who are you?"

"Hi..." was all you spoke, you bowed your head a little, courtesy Zhongli noted. When that was the end of the conversation, he began to walk closer to the village chief in search for the elder man he was supposed to be with. You waddled after him, clutching onto his pant leg. At first, Zhongli felt a little bothered by it, seeing as you could get hurt but his patience outsmarted him and he allowed you to cling to him. He even began to walk slower so that your little legs could keep up.

When he finally found the elder woman who was the supposed Chief of the village, he began explaining about his position at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, however, the village chief stopped him and pointed out how he had made a new little friend.

"I see the little one has found you, such a surprise. They never like when adults try to crowd them, maybe because you're a new face around here. Hehe, how cute." Granny Ruoxin mentioned. Zhongli just smiled and patted your head, slightly trying to get a move on for this little house visit. But you still followed him, all the way up the hill to the old house.

The man's name was Mr. Xeui. Director HuTao noted he had some family relations in the harbor, however, his wife died about 6 years before him and his adult children worry about his time. Saying "We think he is too sickly and frail, maybe his spirit will move onwards soon." But Zhongli thought maybe his children haven't spoken to their father since a few years ago, because he seemed more than fine. He even met them on the porch.

Mr. Xeui made some tea, allowing Zhongli to sit with him, Granny Ruoxin left to go attend to something near one of the mills.

"I see little one has become fond of you. They really keep to themselves, such a shame. Their stories are so sweet and full of life, remind me of my youth." Mr. Xeui said. Zhongli took a glance around a few times to look at whom the old man was speaking about.

"I'm sorry I don't quite follow, who are you speaking about? Is someone else here with you? If so, I can put them down on your will if I need so Mr. Xeui." Zhongli had a pen and paper in hand, he also noticed the extra cup of tea sitting beside him.

"Look under the table, good sir." The old man nodded again and chuckled at how flabbergasted Zhongli was. But the old god looked down and saw those same wide eyes staring back at him holding their little doll.

"They can be quite talkative when you let them tell their stories. Some remind me of the feats of the illuminated Adepti. Hehehe." The old man sipped his tea and coughed into his hand, quickly grabbing a handkerchief to clean up the extra blood. He smiled down at you when you popped your head up and waved. He patted the table and encouraged you to have some tea. You sat down beside Zhongli and began to slowly sip your tea, even holding onto Zhongli's gloved hand too.

"It seems little [Name] likes you too Mr. Zhongli."

You lazily drank your tea, and Mr. Xeui and Zhongli carried out their original conversation.

"I know my daughter and son are worried for my being good, sir. However, I want you to know that I am fine for the time of now. I hate to envision my timely demise right now." He glanced at you and how you kicked your feet at the side of the chair.

"It's such a shame, I can't leave them anything when I am gone. I wish I could, my wife would have agreed. Is there a way?" Zhongli recalled the many practices of adoption and the fostering of children but seeing as how ill and old Mr. Xeui was, he sadly couldn't bring up one scenario. "I'm sorry dear friend, but I can't write something in your ordeal unless they are blood related or in the binding of a contract. It would go against the Ministry of Civil Affairs' wishes. Maybe perhaps your daughter could-"

"My daughter says with my age and that child, my time will be due soon Mr Zhongli. I think she is out of the question." Mr. Xeui sadly smiled. Zhongli nodded but felt a tinge of pain in the older gentleman's voice, how could anyone be like that to a child? He knew it wasn't his place but Zhongli wanted to ask what good health Mr. Xeui's daughter thinks her father is in?

No longer bringing the topic up again, Zhongli listened to Mr. Xeui hum with you an old hymn about the Adetpi on Mount. Hulao. He held your small hand in his as he repeated the hymn's words back to you.

"The strength of a thousand men, so strong and the might Rex Lapis, for he will be the dawn of the brave and catcher of the weak.."

Zhongli smiled and joined in too, the darkness of the conversation air was left alone for another time.

By the end of the visit, Zhongli walked back to Liyue harbor to deliver the news to HuTao.

Zhongli would visit the village more often, coming to check on Mr. Xeui and his health while catching up on certain things about his ordeal. Zhongli would spend time with you too, playing games, drinking tea, reading stories to you, and even teaching you fun facts about Qingce village and the rice patties. He adored how your eyes filled with wonder.

Playing simple games such as hide and seek, tag, and finders keepers was enough to bring a smile to anyone around. You played with the other children while Zhongli spoke with Mr. Xeui. He could tell though, that you preferred him alone to play with.

By the fifth visit, it was raining.

This time, Zhongli didn't bear a simple smile instead he had a serious face.

He spoke with Granny Ruoxin, she knew all too well the look on his face. Zhongli simply gave his condolences and asked for a letter to be sent on behalf of Mr. Xeui and his daughter's family to Liyue Harbor. "The director and I will be back shortly to carry out the services required for his ceremony. Please if you can, keep in touch with his daughter and her family throughout this process." Granny Ruoxin nodded but held a sad look in her eyes.

"And what about [name]? The poor child has no one now."

In Zhongli's heart, it cracked. Then broke in twain. She was correct, you now had no one. He didn't even know if you knew what was going on. If anyone explained to you the situation. His mind worried on your behalf as well.

"Where are they? Where is [name]?" Granny Ruoxin showed him to her home, and you sat on the porch holding onto the book Mr. Xeui gave you and your dolls. Sat beside you was your bag, possibly all the belongings you owned or were given. Zhongli could tell you had a few tears on your face. Maybe it was the rain, but he didn't want to believe so naively.

He stepped closer to you, crouching down to your eye level, Zhongli asked. "[name]? Hello, sweet thing, what happened?" His voice was gentle. No tone of force or malicious.

You didn't speak, you shook your head and sniffled. Your tears made Zhongli's heart sink deeper into his chest. He opened his arms and brought you close as your sniffles turned into soft cries and wails. Granny Ruoxin shook her head and patted your head, soothing you too. She apologized, and so did Zhongli.

"I am so sorry little one, I'm sorry."

The rest was a blur for Zhongli. The ceremony happened within the course of a few weeks, Granny Ruoxin put you in her care for a short period, even asking the Ministry of Civil Affairs if you could be placed with someone. However, she heard no reply. Director HuTao asked about seeing if she could do anything to help, Mr. Xeui's daughter left and took her father's things with her, but she only left the book he lent you. Noting that she thought it was the last thing you wanted to remember him for. Zhongli wanted to push her into the river for that, but he guessed it had a tone of kindness in it.

When Zhongli came to visit for the last time, she told him of all the things happening but yet no sign of finding your blood relatives or parents. Zhonglie glanced outside the window of her small home, to see you sitting near the waterfall kicking your feet in the water. Holding onto your book and your doll.

Zhongli's soul was eating away at him, he knew if you were put into the Ministry of Affairs care for children, the little light in your eyes would dim further. He couldn't tell how many times he had seen the children of that system turn into the worse of the worse because of so. But he knew Granny Ruoxin couldn't take care of you for fear of what happened to Mr Xeui.

The elder woman could see the turmoil in Zhongli's eyes. She sighed and sipped her tea.

"At this point, you could have the little one huh Mr. Zhongli sir? You are quite young, and seeing as you live in the harbor, you could be quite stable no? [Name] knows of you, and they are comfortable with you. Why not?"

"I don't think that would be possible. I have no experience with children or childcare. I think I wouldn't do so well in such a category."

Granny Ruoxin laughed, she shook her head.

"Do you think all parents know what they are doing when they first have children? Of course not, however, experience comes with practice and time. No one is perfect Mr. Zhongli. But for the sake of little [name], I don't think you need to be."

Zhongli glanced again outside the window, you were hopping in the water now. Granny Ruoxin's words hit him in a soft and tender way. Similar to what Mr. Xeui said to him last.

"Children are gifts to this world, it is up to you if such a gift should be appreciated, no one should be ungrateful for these types of gifts either. Don't you agree Mr. Zhongli?"

Looking back, Zhongli couldn't agree more.

He closed the toy chest that sat in your room took the boxes of old toys to the front of the house and placed them on the table. You were on the floor next to Ganyu and Xiao, coloring and talking about birds and dragons again.

Zhongli knew the moment he took you in as his child, it would never be seen as a regret. He knew Mr. Xeui would be smiling down at him on your behalf. Sure it took some time for him to get some things right, like setting rules and playing mean Papa but it was all worth it for you.

And look at your family now, originally with no one but the waters of Qingce, now you have family all over. In the circle of the Adepti, all the way to the ruling Qixing. He couldn't help was chuckle at how you wave to everyone in the harbor now, smiling and saying "Hello!".

How he smiles when your friends greet you and hug you, even when you show Qiqi your books and remind her you all are best friends. Madam Ping when she holds your hand as you dance in the harbor and get groceries.

And of course, he relishes how when you visit Qingce, you hurriedly run to visit your "Second Granny" Granny Ruoxin. She is more than delighted to hug you and ask you how your days are.

Zhongli accepted the greatest gift he could have now that he was no longer the Geo Archon, and that was you.

You truly were the greatest gift, even from when it was just the two of you, to every night you ate dinner with your family. No matter how busy, a family dinner is every night.

Zhongli was happy, you were his family.

And he was yours too, your Papa.

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(Sorry this took forever!)

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Apartment Number 713

nanami kento x f!neighbor!reader

renting a place for yourself doesn't sound so bad. especially when a certain blonde grade one jujutsu sorcerer keeps stealing your attention — and maybe even your heart as well.

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“gosh why is staring up at the ceiling so entertaining?”

you've been talking to yourself out loud for the past hour now. this has got to be one of the greatest nights of your stay here in this city – just sprawled on your bed with absolutely nothing to do.

it's been awhile since you've had your own quiet time after you've started living alone, eager to be an independent adult. juggling your studies and part-time job are such a hassle and it can be annoyingly stressful trying to balance the time you put in them. as you predicted, it strained relationships you have with people around you. not to mention, it also affects your health, and self-care is thrown out the window.

you can feel your stomach starting to hurt from hunger and from all that lazing about, prompting you to stand up from your bed to get to your kitchen. as you were about to look in your fridge while planning a schedule to buy groceries in your head, a knock from outside makes you halt.

your stomach growls in protest when you decide to check who the person that interrupted your relaxation was.

what you didn't account to see was nanami kento — the good-looking man whom you share a floor with — knocking on your door this evening and randomly asking if you wanted to eat something he cooked.

talk about impeccable timing.

confused yet appreciative of the offer, you could only nod and stand there watching as he went back inside his own apartment, and returned with plates full of delicious dishes that had you almost salivating.

“w-wait, are you sure you're just going to give all these to me?”

“my date cancelled out of the blue and i'd rather quickly clean up everything i prepared so i wouldn't be reminded of this disaster once i go to sleep.”

that certainly wasn't the answer you were expecting from all that seriousness and intimidating aura he seems to possess.

caught off guard at his blunt reply — like damn you didn't need to know that much, now you felt kind of sorry for him — you continued to stare back and forth at the man and the food he was holding while you tried to utter something.

at the very least you just wished he just told you ‘yes i don't really mind’ or even just a stern yet polite ‘please accept it and we can go on our separate ways’ but no. nanami just had to tell you someone ditched him and left him alone to eat the dinner he made.

how were you supposed to simply accept the free food, knowing he's probably going to sulk around in his own room wondering why his date didn't show? nanami wouldn't do that but you didn't know better.

the urge to be more friendly and welcoming threatened to come out of you then. you knew that particular feeling of loneliness brought by being alone all too well recently. doing something nice for him in return for what he gave you wouldn't hurt anyone.

you just hope nanami wouldn't think anything ill about the sudden casualness in your behaviour towards him.

again, you didn't really know the guy.

sure, you've seen each other in passing a couple of times before and even exchanged greetings and idle chat, but this interaction is definitely new territory for the both of you. heck the two of you are currently in front of one another, and you're here stuck in your thoughts conjuring up the courage to finally befriend the handsome neighbor you've been curious about ever since you moved here.

cringing internally, you suppose you have nothing to lose anyway. the worst he could do is reject your offer, making it awkward for you in the future to interact further with the man. you either go big or go home.

“well since it would be a waste of your effort to just ditch everything, would you be okay if i was the one accompanying you right now?”

you see him slightly tense. biting your lip, you waited anxiously for what he'll say.

he briefly meets your eyes, deciphering whether or not you were serious. the intensity of his gaze suddenly makes you feel self-conscious about the way you're dressed in comparison to him.

nanami as always, was wearing something sophisticated befitting a businessman (or so you thought that was his job). a white dress shirt paired with light beige suit pants and black slippers complete his whole outfit meanwhile you're just in your plain favorite oversized sweater and shorts.

you unconsciously grip the hem of your top, avoiding any eye contact with the older man. you hear him sigh, grimacing at the way it sounded. you guess being awkward with him for the rest of your life it is.

“only if you're comfortable enough to stay with me through the entire night.”

startled at his calm acceptance, you gazed back at him with more interest. though nanami wasn't looking at you anymore, you're sure you see the faintest redness on his cheeks if you squint. this makes you put on a small smile for him to see. he clears his throat and directs his attention to you again.

“you'll be alright with eating at my place?”

he asks after a few seconds. you then gave him a little noise of confirmation. a ghost of a smile can be seen in nanami's mouth but you pretend you don't notice to stop yourself from swooning. he tells you he'll return the food back to his apartment and will wait for you there.

once you were sure he was gone, you quickly ran to your bedroom and screamed with your face flat against your pillows. you can't stop the little giggles that erupt from your chest as your feet swing back and forth in the air.

you can't believe that just happened!

you're eating with nanami tonight! just you and him sitting there all alone in his apartment, spending time getting to know each other.

you could just die right about now!

oh my god you're eating with nanami tonight with just you and him in his apartment?!

dread abruptly stops the flutters you feel in your body.

how exactly were you, a working college student who barely even gets out with her friends nowadays, going to act with nanami, an older attractive man who must surely have his life together?!

you for real could die right about now.

next part → (soon)

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dialovers-translations · 11 months

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla [VAMPIRE ENDING]

ー The scene starts with Yui entering Carla’s room

Yui: ( Carla-san...Is he asleep? Or perhaps he has already lost consciousness...? )

Carla-san, can you hear me? It’s me, Carla-san...!

Carla: ...That voiceーー Yui, is that you...?

Yui: Yes...!

Carla: ...Why did you come here...?

Yui: Once I heard that this Castle had been taken over by Kino-kun and the Ghouls, I simply could not sit still...

I am so relieved...that you are safe and sound.

Carla: Safe and sound, huh...? I have to disagree with that, considering my current health situation...

Yui: But you are still alive. And once you get cured from your illness, you’ll get to live so much longer!

Let’s go to Rotigenberg together, Carla-san...!

Carla: ...

Yui: I want us to live life together. I want to spend my life with you.

You had plenty of dreams and ambitions, didn’t you?

I am sure you can grant those once you recover!

Carla: Ambitions...Dreams...

However, those...can no longer be fulfilled.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Howeverーー A new ambition just sparked...inside of me.

For that sake, I shall survive one more time...

...Yui. Let us go to Rotigenberg.

I realized that there is something I must achieve...no matter what...

Yui: Carla-san...!!

( He found his will to life again...! )

Yes, right away. Let’s go together.

...I shall be with you forever. Please don’t forget that.

Carla: ...Yes. Exactly. Let us go together...Yui...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: Welcome back, Carla-san.

Carla: Yes.

Yui: I’ll get you a cup of tea right away.

( It has been a while since we came here to Rotigenberg and Carla-san actually got better. )

( He still goes on daily walks to expose himself to the gasses emitting from the ground, but it’s honestly barely necessary at this point... )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: Huh...?

Carla: ...? This is one of the Vampire’s Familiars.

A letter ーー For me?

*Flip*

Carla: ...!

Yui: Carla-san? What’s wrong?

Carla: ...Kino and the Ghouls were attacked by the Vampire Clan.

And...They were wiped clean.

Yui: ...

Carla: ...Haah.

I suppose my ambition was once again cut short before it could come to fruition.

Yui: Carla-san...

( I was incredibly shocked as well when I heard that Shin-kun had been murdered by Kino-kun. )

( Carla-san wanted to come cure his disease here at Rotigenberg, so he could avenge Shin-kunーー )

( Even if that meant he would have to become a Ghoul in return. )

( He decided to go to Rotigenberg and continue to live, for that sole reason. )

( But now that Kino-kun is dead, he can no longer... )

Carla: Yui. Let us return to Banmaden.

Yui: Eh?

Carla: Since they went out of their way to inform me of these happenings, I believe the Vampire Clan does not intend to take over Banmaden.

I have been cured from Endzeit. It is time for me to return.

Yui: ...Yes!

( Even if he can no longer avenge Shin-kun. )

( Carla-san has completely regained the power to continue living. )

( He’s back to being the old Carla-san...! )

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Banmaden

Yui: ( It feels like forever since I last saw Banmaden... )

( Huh? Somebody’s coming our way from up ahead? )

???: Oi−! Nii-san! Yui!

Yui: ...! This voiceーー

Carla: Shin! You were alive...?

Shin: Oh geez, Nii-san! Don’t kill me off that easily!

Carla: However...

Shin: Well, yeah. I guess I can’t blame you for thinking I had kicked the bucket. I got stabbed through the heart multiple times after all.

Carla: ...What on earth happened afterwards?

Shin: A lot, really. I’ll go in chronological order.

First, I was thrown into the dungeon. Then after some time had passed, I came back to life.

Carla: ...I find that somewhat hard to believe.

Shin: Hehe. I get that. I still don’t believe it myself at times. Props to me for recovering from that!

So, everyone was in the middle of the war at that point. So nobody bothered to check up on the guy who had been thrown into the dungeon.

That’s why I waited by myself, recovering my strength and waiting for a chance to strike.

Carla: However, it would be difficult for you to overthrow a whole army by yourself...

Shin: Yeah. That’s why I contacted the Vampire Clan first.

Yui: Shuu-san and the others?

Shin: Yeah.

( Even though he used to despise Vampires so much. )

Carla: So you saying that the Vampire Clan took out Kinoーー?

Shin: Yeah. I guess you could say it was a shared effort between Shuu and I.

I had no other choice but join hands with them to get myself out of that situation.

I mean, it wasn’t my personal choice to have to work together with those Vampires, but there was no other way.

Carla: ...And that is why they sent a Familiar to me?

Shin: There you have it. I could have done it myself as well. But I figured it was a good opportunity to surprise you two.

Yui: Surprise us? Shin-kun...

Shin: Well, I was pretty shocked myself as well. ーー Because you’ve fully recovered from your illness.

Anyway, I’m super happy about that.

Carla: ...

Shin: We’ve formed an alliance with the Vampire Clan. That’s how we got the Vibora to step back.

I believe that the power levels in the Demon World are currently stablized. The situation is pretty peaceful.

Carla: I see...

Shin. You did a truly outstanding job.

Shin: E-Eeh? Where is this coming from all of a sudden?

Carla: You did a fine job accomplishing something which is usually the task of a King.

Younger brother of mine. I am proud of you.

Shin: Oh come on, lay it off. It’s embarrassing.

Carla: It is nothing to be embarrassed about, is it? You are more than deserving of the praise.

Shin: No, it’s just...Kino put the two of you through hell and back as well, didn’t he?

So I just wanted to get back at him for that.

Carla: ...

... Shin. There is something I would like to ask you.

Shin: Hm? Yes?

Carla: Will you inherit the throne in my place?

Yui: ( Eh? ...Carla-san!? )

Shin: ...!? Hold up, Nii-san, what are you saying out of nowhere!?

Carla: It is not sudden at all. This has been on my mind the whole time.

ーー I am no longer qualified to call myself a King.

...I am sure you can tell, but I am no longer a Founder.

Shin: Ugh...

Carla: A Ghoul without powers should not be allowed to be King. Therefore, Shin ーー I am counting on you.

Shin: ...

...I’m afraid I can’t say yes to that, even if you’re the one asking.

Carla: Excuse me...!?

Shin: I’m not right guy for the job. I mean, I haven’t been taught how to be a fine King at all.

...Kino and his minions told me when they attacked me.

That I brought the situation upon myself because I was far too strict with them.

That pissed me off back then...But when I looked back at it, I could sort of understand where they were coming from.

Even if you ask me to behave like a proper King just like you did, I just can’t.

Carla: ...You won’t consider?

Shin: ...Nope. This is the one thing I can’t do, no matter how many times you ask me.

Carla: ...I see.

...However, the two of us were the only two living Founders left.

And I am no longer a Founder, so there is no other option but for you to become the new King. Am I wrong?

Yui: ( ... )

Um...Excuse me. May I?

Carla: Hm?

Yui: ...It might not just be the two of you.

Shin: ...? What do you mean?

Yui: Well...I believe a new Founder might be born into this World very soon...

Shin: Eh!? A new Founder, do you meanーー!?

Yui: ( ...Shin-kun is staring right at my belly. )

E-Exactly. There’s one...inside of here, you know?

Shin: Wow, amazing! For real...!?

Carla: ...! Yui, is that true!?

Yui: ...Yes.

Carla: Why have you stayed quiet about something so important up till now!?

Yui: No, I found out very recently...But we ended up returning to Banmaden before I had a chance to tell you.

So I figured right now was as good as a time as ever to announce it...

Carla: I see...So that’s how it went.

Shin: Eh? If this is Nii-san’s kid ーー I’m gonna be an uncle!? Right!?

Geezー That’s kinda embarrassing...But not bad, I guess! Haha!

Yui: ( Seems like both of them are overjoyed. I’m glad... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Carla’s room

Yui: Carla-san. It’s already late. You should probably get some rest soon...

Carla: Do not worry about me. I am no longer ill after all.

Yui: Ah...My bad.

Carla: No, I cannot blame you. I looked death straight into the eyes not too long ago after all.

I feel relieved to be back here at Banmaden now.

...It is rather odd how it makes me feel that way, considering I was locked up in this Castle for the longest time.

Yui: ...

Carla: ...Yui. Come closer.

Yui: Sure...

ー She steps closer

Carla: Stand in front of me.

Yui: ...?

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I promise that I shall forever protect you...as well as our child inside your belly, to show my thanks for granting me with such warm feelings.”

“I did not think...I would one day be able to talk about the future like this. It’s all thanks to you.”

Yui: Ah...

Carla: I must convey my gratitude to you. You ensured our bloodline.

While I may have become a Ghoul, I can now entrust my dreams, ambitions and our future to someone.

It’s all thanks to you...Yui.

Yui: Carla-san...

( His touch and voice are so gentle... )

( As if he’s gently embracing meーー and this new life. )

Carla: I thought happiness was something I would never get to experience.

But I believe that I have finally come to somewhat understand what it means.

Yui: Carla-san...

Ever since...I decided that I would stay with you, I’ve felt this way. That your happiness, also makes me happy.

And it really does...

( Carla-san, I and this little one. )

( At this moment, we have found a new form of happiness right hereーー )

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecaralaending1

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rdiowx · 1 year

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Could you write just a fluffy comfort fic with Frank, Mikey, and reader? it's not a pairing that I've seen even though I love the dynamic :] if it's not something you think you can write that's okay too, you're just one of the few mcr writers I've seen that take poly requests :D

eeeee! Yes! Im not too good at writing comfort but ill try my best! Thanks for requesting!

COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

Fluff,comfort, mikey and frank being cuties, cuddling, kind of dialogue heavy, its not like sad comfort its more angry comfort because when i overthink i get angry instead, if that makes any sense, readers kinda mean? I dont know what most people consider mean, i struggle with writing emotions, my house is constantly freezing so i guess im projecting a bit, is this even comfort?

Not proofread yet

Mikey & frank x gn!reader

Currently you were sitting on your couch waiting for your boyfriends to get home. They were supposed to get home 2 hours ago but, they’re busy people i guess. You had put on a show that was on, now long forgotten as you went to look if you still had icecream in the freezer.

To your surprise there was, and it was your favorite flavor too. Grabbing a spoon and the icecream, you made your way back to your couch. You found yourself overthinking after a while, staring at the tv with a blank expression. You tried to enjoy your ice cream but, with your thoughts going a mile a minute you inevitably got distracted. After maybe an hour you looked down, realizing your icecream was starting to melt.

“This is so stupid.” You flatly said, angrily getting up from your spot on the couch. “They were supposed to be here three hours ago!” You exclaimed, shoving the icecream back in the freezer before it melted. As if on cue you heard the door open, you groaned in response. ‘Course as soon as im talking shit they get here.’ You thought, deciding to go greet them.

“We’re home!” Frank yelled, from the doorway. “I can see that.” You responded, appearing from around the corner, accidentally spooking Mikey making frank giggle. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mikey asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead, frank going to put his guitar away. You thought about your answer for a second before deciding. “Boring, what happened to coming home three hours ago?” You replied with your own question.

“Gerard wanted us to stay longer so we could finish another song.” Frank said, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the side of your head. “Tell Gerard I’ll steal his eyeliner the next time it happens.” You grumbled before kissing frank back. “Will do.” Mikey answered, pecking my lips before moving to put his bass away. “C’mon lets go get ready for bed.” Frank requested. “Nuh uh, when did you shower last?” You quizzed, stepping away from him.

He didn’t answer, “thats what i thought, Mikey! You’re both showering or you’re both sleeping on the floor! You pick!” You asserted, moving to walk towards your guy’s room. “But will you shower with us?” Mikey questioned, walking into the shared room. “If thats what it takes to get you guys cleaned.” You laughed slightly. “Yay!” Frank cheered jokingly.

After, many kisses and pruney fingers later you all got out of the shower and got dressed. It was rather cold but, thanks to your absurd amount of blankets you all got comfortable. “Why do you keep the house so cold?” Frank asks from his place on your stomach. You shrug in response, continuing to run your hands through his now clean hair. “I guess i like it better than being sweaty.” You yawned.

“Thats fair.” Mikey hummed from above you, rubbing circles into your stomach. “Frank and i are sweaty a lot though.” Mikey finished. “Believe me, i know.” You responded flatly. “I love you guys.” Frank said sleepily. “I love you too Frankie, goodnight.” You whispered, kissing his head. “I love you too frank.” Mikey whispered aswell, kissing both of you goodnight.

#frank iero x reader #mcr x reader #mikey way x reader

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@stobinesque / @amusingdisplacement requested "Let me do this. Please." for Vinny/Keziah

So me and Read have created OC's, we put them in a mafia!AU, bon appetit (this is all the context you're getting)

Vinny: Mine

Keziah: Read's

Tagging the scromies: @scarcrossdlvrs @patchworkgargoyle @sidekick-hero @vecnuthy @steddieas-shegoes @theheadlessphilosopher @wormdebut @sentient-trash @starryeyedjanai

Slightly spicy.

Vinny eases back into the bathtub, hissing as the motion stretches his healing torso. Obviously, their previous activities were ill-advised, especially the… enthusiasm, but whatever. Keziah needed that; Vinny needed it, too.

Sweeping back into the room in nothing but a sheer robe, Keziah finishes setting up a towel and grabbing a plush washcloth. Glancing over at him, ze huffs a laugh. Not quite a scoff, so Vinny takes that as a win; as much as he enjoys how it affects the sex, he doesn’t like fighting with Keziah.

Approaching the tub, Keziah sits down on the edge of it and wets the washcloth before gently wiping it over his chest and up his throat.

“I can take care of myself, Keziah,” Vinny offers as zir face pinches strangely at the horrific scar from his surgery, as it always does when ze looks at him now. “You don’t—”

“Let me do this, Vin,” Keziah snaps, and Vinny immediately shuts his mouth with a click. As if realizing zir tone was a bit harsh in the afterglow, ze adds, “Please.”

If it was any other time, Vinny might laugh, tease Keziah for the manners, ask who house-trained zir in his absence, but the moment was too tenuous. Too fragile. He doesn’t want zir to get up and leave, not when they had been fighting, even while they’d been fucking.

So, he just nods and leans back, letting zir clean up his throat and face, watching zir with hooded eyes and what was likely far too much naked affection.

“It’s not more important than us,” Vinny says after a few moments, and Keziah tenses, not even looking at his face as ze waits for him to continue. “The Organization, I mean, and that fucking terrifies me, Keziah.”

“Careful, Vincenzo,” ze warns, as ze always does when Vinny is being too honest, even with zir.

“Fuck ‘careful.’ It— I was raised to put the needs of the Family above all else, that the empire my grandfather started was the priority. It should be my priority, but it’s not,” Vinny insists, and when Keziah goes to pull away, he grabs zir wrist. “Can I say my piece, Keziah? Please?”

The ‘please’ stops Keziah, just as zir’s stopped him and ze meets his gaze finally. With a slow exhalation, Keziah just nods once and motions for him to continue.

“I know the only reason I even have the privilege of being annoyed that you put everything at risk to save me is because you saved me. You did that, Keziah. You saved my life,” Vinny says, lifting a hand to cup Keziah’s cheek gently. “And if I sound ungrateful, it’s because I’m supposed to care about the Organization, this fucking empire I’ve been saddled with, and I don’t because I care about you. I love you so fucking much that even considering a future without you in it is so fucking unbearable, I don’t— I can’t do it.”

“So, I ask you again, you think I’m better off living that hell?” Keziah asks harshly, but ze doesn’t pull away this time, doesn’t reach out with a grip that hurts, keeps zir claws tucked away.

“No, Keziah. I didn’t step in front of that bullet because I thought it was going to kill me, I didn’t even think about what would happen to me. I saw the gun, saw it aimed at you, and I couldn’t let them shoot you,” Vinny says, staring up at Keziah. “I practically shouted to everyone who was there just how fucking under my skin you are, how stupid I get when you’re near me, that I would risk everything for you, even my own fucking life, and I wouldn’t even hesitate.”

Now, Keziah was watching him intensely, zir breathing slowly as ze works to keep zir expression blank. Trying not to show too much, even to Vinny, even now. Especially now.

“I killed everyone else in that room just for that reason,” Keziah says darkly, and a soft part of Vinny that still persisted after all of these years ached at that.

“You mean everything to me, Keziah. None of this,” he says, motioning around them at the opulent bathroom, “means anything without you. The thing I would become without you… that scares me the most.”

“I can’t lose you either, Vincenzo,” Keziah says, and zir voice is uncharacteristically shaky as ze tilts zir cheek into Vinny’s palm. “You keep talking about what you would become, as if I wouldn’t be a fucking husk without you, going through the motions, running your family business when I’m not even a proper heir, I’d be a beneficiary at best. You don’t even have a proper heir— that’s beside the point. Stop assuming I’m stronger than you just because I’m better at hiding my hand.”

“You’re right, as always, just… it wasn’t about dying in your place, sweetheart,” Vinny insists, and Keziah’s eyes close with a shuddering sigh. “All I could think was ‘anyone but Keziah,’ even at the risk of destroying everything.”

There was a long pause, Keziah just sitting with zir eyes closed, breathing slowly and measured. Suddenly, Keziah stands up and shrugs off zir robe so ze can step into the tube, sinking into the water to straddle Vinny’s lap. Tucking zir face into his throat, ze sighs as Vinny wrapped his arms around zir body.

“You scared me, Vin,” Keziah confesses quietly, and that jolts something in Vinny’s heart. Of all the things he was sure Keziah had been feeling up to that point, fear was never on that list. If Vinny was honest, he didn’t even think Keziah could feel fear about anything.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Vinny whispers, kissing zir forehead sweetly. After a few moments, he says, “We could always fix that, what you said about me not having a proper heir.”

Keziah lifts zir head to glare at him. “You did not just ask me to have your children like that,” ze says threateningly, and Vinny’s eyebrows shoot high on his forehead.

“I meant I could write you into my will as my heir explicitly,” Vinny replies, a little breathless at the prospect of actually fathering an heir with Keziah. He could feel himself getting hard again at the mere thought of creating something with his perfect, strong Keziah, something that was theirs, not just maintaining something that was given to them. “How would you like me to ask you to have my babies?”

Keziah blinks at him, searching his face. “You’ll be insufferable when I’m pregnant, won’t you?”

“Am I not already?” He challenges lightly, and Keziah snorts. “Would you have a child with me? If I actually asked?”

Keziah considers the question, and for a moment it looks like ze might close back off. But eventually, ze sighs and leans in for a kiss. “You know I would do anything for you, Vin,” ze confesses softly against his lips.

“Do you want that?” Vinny presses, even as he tries to deepen the kiss, sliding both hands up Keziah’s strong back and feeling the map of zir scars with his calloused fingertips.

“Ask me again tomorrow when I don’t have your cock distracting me,” Keziah replies against his tongue, getting a hand between them to wrap it around Vinny’s cock. “Right now, we have weeks of catching up to do.”

Wrapping his arms around Keziah’s waist, Vinny mouths his way along zir jaw to nibble at zir earlobe. “I’ll hold you to that,” he growls low in zir ear, sighing as Keziah slides zir cunt back onto his cock…

#gerry writes #oc.fic #vinkez

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anonymousewrites · 7 months

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Twelve

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Discussion

Summary: The investigation continues as the death count mounts.

The guests sat around the tea table on divans and armchairs as they had their snack. It was quite and subdued as they finished and finally got to business.

“Well, now that I’ve had my dessert, let’s sort things out,” said Grey. “First, Lord Siemens. He died around 1:10 am today. Only Earl Phantomhive has no alibi. And then, the butler…we do not know his time of death. Next was Phelps, and he died around 2:38 am today…okay so far?”

“No,” said Arthur. “The butler’s corpse was discovered before Phelps’s, but we do not know which of the two was first to be murdered.”

“Oh, right,” said Grey.

“Going by the state of the corpses, a few hours had elapsed from the time the two were killed,” said Arthur. “Thus, it holds true that both I and the Earl have an alibi as we were chained together till morning.”

Ciel nodded. “The Professor and I were shackled and got into bed at around 2 am. Sebastian mentioned then that he had already taken Mr. Phelps through to my bedroom. And then Mr. Phelps was murdered around 2:38 am.”

“Well, who saw Master Butler last?” said Lau.

“The two of us most likely, but the room was dark and the clock far away, so I can’t be certain of the exact time,” said Arthur.

“We saw Mr. Sebastian during the night!” said Finny, and Baldroy nodded.

“I did too, I did!” said Mey-Rin.

“As did I,” said (Y/N).

“Around what time was that?”

“Around 3:00, I believe,” said (Y/N). The witching hour. How appropriate.

“That would mean Sebastian was the last to be murdered, isn’t that right?” said Baldroy.

“Why did he go to see you?” said Arthur.

“He came to take stock of the food with me and ordered Finny to clean the fireplaces,” said Baldroy.

“He discussed duties for tomorrow with me,” said (Y/N).

“And he gave me a carrier…owl? To dispatch,” said Mey-Rin.

“An owl?” said Ciel.

“An owl, unlike a pigeon, can fly even in a storm. Shrewd as usual, that guy,” said Baldroy.

“What did the letter say?” asked Grey.

“I was not privy to its contents, no, sir,” said Mey-Rin.

“He might’ve sent that letter to the police!” said Arthur.

“Even the phone lines are out due to this storm, after all,” said Ciel.

“But if Sebastian was killed last, things get complicated, don’t they?” remarked Arthur. “The only two who could have created a locked room scenario in the Earl’s quarters were Mr. Phelps, who was within, and Sebastian, who possessed the key to said room…In that case, the theory that the culprit is Sebastian is most plausible…However….Sebastian was himself murdered.”

“So, the butler lad conspired with another, with whom he committed the murders, then was himself killed to ensure his silence after an argument over the ill-gotten gains or somesuch?” said Lau, clearing enjoying spinning tales.

“…That is possible,” said Ciel. “Then the likelihood is great of the perpetrator being one who would profit from disposing of them all.”

“Quite so, quite so!” agreed Lau. “Money makes the world go ‘round, after all!”

Woodley paused and glanced at Lau. “Mr. Phelps is the scion of the Blue Star Line, a leader in integrated maritime transport. He lacked presence, but he was capable enough to be put in charge of the trade division and had recently expanded the business into the Asian sphere. Lau. He was a competitor of yours.”

Lau smiled and sipped his tea. “Hm, I suppose he would be.”

“Furthermore, you carry around a needle in that capacious sleeve of yours, don’t you?” pointed out Ciel.

Lau smiled pleasantly. “Indeed I do! However, it is an instrument of medicine.” He pulled a long, thin needle from his sleeve.

That will certainly elicit a reaction, thought (Y/N).

The rest of the guests cried out at the sight. (Y/N) kept from grinning.

“Th-Then you killed Phelps!” shouted Woodley.

Lau shrugged innocently. “Oh my word! Don’t you think you’re being a bit rash?”

“You were snooping about the Earl’s bedchambers just now! You were destroying evidence, weren’t you?!” cried Grimsby.

“What trick are you proposing I used to make a locked room of the dressing room, which is so far in the back?” said Lau. “It has no door leading to the outside, and I hate to disappoint you, but even we Chinese cannot pass through vents. First of all, please remember I do have an alibi for the time of Lord Siemen’s murder.” He grinned. “Really, Lord Earl! You can be suuuch a bully! This is no time to be getting back at me, you know!”

Ciel deadpanned. “Should the man who suggested I be confined in the first place be saying such a thing?” He sighed and sipped his tea. “Well, even if you had conspired with Sebastian, no one could have killed all three victims. I was merely teasing you.”

“You’re right,” said Arthur.

“What is it you mean?” asked Irene.

“If we make a simple chart of it,” explained Arthur, drawing in his notebook to show each person and who could have killed each victim. “This is what we get.” No one person had an opportunity to kill all three. “Only Earl Phantomhive could have murdered Lord Siemens around 1:10 am. Only Sebastian could have murdered Mr. Phelps around 2:38 am. Finally, anyone but the Earl and I could have murdered Sebastian around 3:00 am. Thus, even if the culprit had Sebastian for an accomplice, it is still impossible for one person to have murdered all of the victims!”

“If one person couldn’t have done it, then the guests who came to the party as a pair must be the guilty ones!” cried Woodley, glaring at Irene and Grimsby.

“Sod that!” shouted Grimsby. “It isn’t bad enough hat we’re locked up in this godforsaken place, but now you have the gall to treat us like common criminals?!”

“Grimsby, calm down!” pleased Irene, holding onto him.

“Yes, please, do calm down, gentlemen!” said Arthur.

I can see why Ciel likes this one. He is sensible with an intelligent mind, thought (Y/N).

“Besides,” continued Arthur. “This isn’t so simple a case as to be solved by the mere fact that two people would have been able to commit the cri—.”

“Simple or not, I couldn’t care less!” cried Woodley angrily. “I’m sick of this! I can’t bear to be here any longer!”

“And where is it you intend to go, sir?” said Ciel calmly. “Under these circumstances, I would be grateful if you would refrain from taking liberties.”

“How dare you accusing me of taking liberties?!” shouted Woodley. “When all of these horrors are all your—!”

“All my what?” Ciel’s tone was deceptively casual.

Woodley paused, eyes widening in panicked anger. “I—! I know what you’re up to! Truth is, you’re the mastermind behind all of this, aren’t you?!”

Ciel scoffed and smirked at the suggestion (though (Y/N) knew he definitely brought this group together for a reason). “I am afraid I do not know to what it is you are referring, but please do compose yourself.”

“You called us here with the intention of putting an end to us all along!” cried Woodley. “You dog of the Queen! I’ll have you let me go now! Who in their right mind would stay here like a lamb to the slaughter?!”

“Please wait!” said Arthur. “To leave in this storm would be folly! Staying here as a group would be best toa void risking suspicion as well—.”

Woodley struck Arthur, and he fell to the floor. “I will not be dictated to by some medical quack!”

“Woodley.” Ciel’s deadly calm voice pierced the tension. “I am telling you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

“How dare you tell me what to do!” Woodley lunged for Ciel.

“My Lord!” cried Arthur.

(Y/N) slammed Woodley to the ground. The guests’ eyes widened, and Ciel didn’t flinch. (Y/N) braced Woodley on the ground, pinning him down. His arm lay over their knee, and if (Y/N) pressed their arm down farther, it would snap. Woodley attempted to move, but (Y/N)’s demonic strength kept him down.

“Apologies for your discomfort.” (Y/N) wasn’t sorry at all. “However, Mr. Woodley, in this manor, anyone who seeks to harm the Young Master, no matter their station, shall be dealt with and shown no mercy.” They smiled falsely at Woodley below them. “I’m sure you understand.”

“What is wrong with this cursed house?!” growled Woodley. “Damn you!”

“Wh-What in the world did they just do? I never even saw them move,” said Arthur in surprise.

“The maid and butler of this household have always been quite skilled,” said Lau, smiling.

“(Y/N),” said Ciel. “That will do.” (Y/N) squeezed Woodley’s arm in warning before allowing him to stand. “Well, then.” Ciel put his teacup down. “As things currently stand, the Professor is the only one among us who, without a doubt, cannot be the culprit. Thus, I believe the safest and fairest option is to have the professor decide on how we should proceed.”

“M-Me?” said Arthur.

“Yes,” said Ciel. “For my part, I’ve no desire to leave the perpetrators endlessly wandering about my manor.”

“N-No. Well, I can’t say I’m not of the same mind on that account, but…” Arthur trailed off nervously.

“Of course the same goes for us,” said Irene.

“That settles it, then,” said Ciel. “We have nothing but time until the storm lets up anyhow. So what do you say we hunt down and corner the culprits at our leisure? Hm, Professor?”

Ah. Ciel’s getting his entertainment, now, thought (Y/N).

Arthur straightened before sitting down again. “Alright. Alright. Hearing your sides of the story has made everything much clearer, but what concerns me the most is the whereabouts of the key to the Earl’s quarters. As it stands, only Sebastian, who was in possession of the key, could have killed Mr. Phelps, but if the key had passed into the hands of another, that would change matters.”

“But now that Sebastian has been killed, can it not be said that if anyone does have the key, that person is the culprit?” said Ciel.

“Quite,” said Arthur.

“Then we first have to check whether or not the butler has the key,” said Grey. “If he does have it, consider that theory squashed.”

“You’re right,” said Arthur. “To that point, I think it best that we always conduct ourselves in groups from no won. I do not wish to have a lady accompany us to the makeshift morgue, so…Miss Irene and Mr. Grimsby, if you would please remain here.”

“Alright,” said Irene, leaning closer to Grimsby.

“And…Mr. Woodley as well…” admitted Arthur nervously.

“Hmph,” Woodley huffed.

“I’ll be fine staying here, enjoying some tea with Ran-Mao,” said Lau.

“I’ve nothing to do here, so I’ll come with!” said Grey.

“Earl Phantomhive, I do hate to impose, but would you take us around the manor?” said Arthur.

“Very well,” said Ciel. “As the servants are more familiar with the manor below stairs, let’s have them lead the way. Alright?”

“Yes, Young Master,” said (Y/N), and Baldroy and Finny nodded.

“Tanaka, Mey-Rin, stay here and see to our guests,” said Ciel.

“Yes, sir,” said Tanaka and Mey-Rin.

“Let’s be off, then,” said Ciel.

“In this setting, I half expect a guest or the like to pop out at any moment,” said Arthur as they walked down the stairs to the cellar.

“Hey! Cut that out!” cried Grey dramatically. “There’s no such thing as ghosts! ‘Cos I only believe in what I can cut down with my sword!”

“Then can you try your hand at walking without clinging on to me?” huffed Ciel.

Grey squeaked. “I figured you might be scared, so I was only taking the trouble of comforting you!” His voice shook with every word, and (Y/N) smirked.

“Gentlemen, we’re here,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the cellar. Three bodies lay under cloths before them.

“When handlin’ the corpses, please use these gloves, if ya would,” said Baldroy, handing gloves to Arthur.

“Good thinking, thank you,” he said. He cleared his throat. “Then if I may beg your pardon, Sebastian….” He pulled the cloth back and gasped. “He’s wet?!”

Poor Sebastian had to go out in all this rain, thought (Y/N). Ciel really does drive him hard.

“I’ll bet it’s from the rain leakin’ in through the roof,” said Baldroy.

“Poor Mr. Sebastian! C’mon, let’s move in!” said Finny urgently.

“Yes, let’s,” said Arthur. “The water will hasten decay, after all.

“Decay…” Finny trembled.

“Not to mention undressing him in order to investigate further will be quite troublesome since rigor mortis has set in,” said Arthur.

Undressing…? (Y/N) felt the slightest dusting of pink color their cheeks. They had not anticipated stripping Sebastian. That would mean they would see him with much less clothes. (Y/N) wasn’t against it.

Arthur continued. “So let’s first turn him over and—”

“Stop it!” cried Finny, distressed. “Please don’t treat Mr. Sebastian like a thing!” he pushed Arthur back. “Mr. Sebastian is our dear—!”

“Finny,” said Ciel sternly. “If you’re going to carry on like this, get out. You’re in the way.” He turned back to Arthur. “We can move him later. The key comes first.” The group of men stripped the body and examined everything.

“It doesn’t seem to be on his albert chain,” said Arthur.

“Did he maybe wear it ‘round his neck?” asked Finny, trying to be helpful while still gazing mournfully at the corpse.

“Let’s see,” said Arthur. He shook his head. “It’s not there either. Would it not perhaps make sense for it to be in his private room?”

“I can take you to it,” said (Y/N).

“Yes, let’s,” said Ciel.

“This is Sebastian’s room,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the bare bedchambers (having barely been used, of course. They and Sebastian had no need for them).

“It’s fairly large, isn’t it?” said Arthur.

“He was an upper servant, like (Y/N),” said Baldroy.

“Do you have any idea where he might hide a key, (Y/N)?” said Ciel.

(Y/N) shook their head. “No. And even if I did, he’d likely intentionally place it somewhere else to ensure total secrecy.”

“That sounds like him,” said Ciel.

“Let’s just start with all the places that look like they’d be good for hiding valuables,” said Grey.

Together, the group went through the chest of drawers, bedding, fireplace, and desk in Sebastian’s sparse room. Ciel then headed to the wardrobe. He opened the doors and let out an exclamation of surprise as several things leapt out at him.

Cats. There were six cats happily hidden in the wardrobe.

“Cats?!” cried the group, (Y/N) included.

“Unbelievable,” said (Y/N). “Of course that’s the personal touch to his room.” However, (Y/N) was tempted to smile. After all, it was Sebastian loving their motif once more, and besides, (Y/N) now had several cats swarming them and purring. They knelt and pet the cats, who eagerly pushed closer to the cat demon.

“Aww, what a cute kitty!” said Finny, happily picking up a cat.

“That swinge!” cried Ciel. “He hid it from me and kept them anyway!” He sniffled as the cat hair drifted around him. “Don’t let a single one out of this room! Can’t…ha…” He sneezed.

“Young Master!” said Finny.

“Finny! Don’t get close to me with that thing in your arms! My allergies—!” Ciel sneezed again.

“I suppose it’s time to retreat from this room, then. We haven’t found anything personal here,” said Grey.

Ciel eagerly led them to the corridor to speak.

“Stay in the wardrobe, sweethearts,” said (Y/N) to the cats, scratching them underneath the chin. They winked and put a finger to their lips. “Don’t tell anyone, but Sebastian will be back to take care of your soon,” they whispered conspiratorially. Then they followed Ciel into the hall.

“You’d think it would’ve been nice for him to have a few mementos from home in there,” said Grey, glancing at the door to Sebastian’s room, shut once more.

I don’t think you would want us to bring items from Hell, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

“From where did he come to join the service?” asked Grey.

“Dunno,” said Baldroy. “None of the staff knew where he was from or what he did on his days off. All we knew was that he was a perfect butler, who was ridiculously capable of doing his job.”

“Maybe the Young Master could tell you more,” said Finny.

“I haven’t a clue either,” said Ciel. “From whence he hailed, what kind of master he served previously, and what he did for said master were of no interest to me. I couldn’t have cared less about such things. At that time, anyone would have done. So long as they were loyal to none but me and did as I wish. Anyone at all.”

“At that time?” Grey raised an eyebrow.

Ciel ignored Grey and waved a hand. “Besides, (Y/N) is the one who has actually known Sebastian the longest.”

“Oh, that makes sense, then,” said Baldroy. “I wondered why he seemed to trust you the most. Makes sense if you’ve worked together before.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded. “We have.”

“Aha, then do you know anything about his past?” said Grey curiously.

(Y/N) smiled at Grey. “I met him when he was already as he is now and I was just learning to serve.” Serve as a demon.

“So you have nothing more than we do,” said Ciel. He didn’t believe that for a second—it was clear (Y/N) and Sebastian understood each other in ways humans couldn’t—but he’d let it go. It wasn’t that important.

“Well, then, the key’s not in there,” said Arthur, redirecting the focus to the case.

“Then does that just leave us with checking everyone’s belongings?” said Grey.

Arthur shifted nervously. “Won’t everyone be outright against that idea? Especially the likes of Mr. Woodley…”

“My public authority exceeds that of the Yard, so we can simply force them to show us if they refuse!” chirped Grey. “C’mon, off we go, off we go!”

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Welcome to your new home pt 2

Up the middle stairs,down the left hall, passing 3-4 doors there was,finally, the (favorite color) door with a colorful paper which says Welcome with a smiley face. I opened the door to my new room. It was beautiful, enchanting,but it’s eerie. Most of my things that were moved out of my old room were here and organized into their rightful places. While exploring the room getting familiar with my surroundings, there on the black wooden desk was another white envelope in similar fashion to the last one. Once opened it dropped a pen and one more key. Inside was also another letter

Hello again, If you find this, i suppose that means nothing happen so that’s fantastic :D Now I suppose I shall explain the rules and how your day to day life will be. Each day or every week you will be given a task to do in the form of notes or letters, if I'm feeling fancy. These letters will have tasks for you to do on that day. These tasks were meant for your entertainment but also to establish responsibilities in a fun way. Like everyone you too have to pull your weight,I don’t need any more lazy people. The task will vary from daily things like dishes or more prolonged things like simple wood collecting or more harder and optional tasks like gardening. I will have it written down what task is optional or not. I am confident that you will complete all required tasks. I wouldn't want to discipline you but if push dose come to shove, punishments will be enacted if you promptly refuse a required task,depending on what it is. Punishments for now will mostly revolve around your freedom and allowance. So no work, no money and NO freedom :) Now since you just arrived most of these tasks I’ll give today will be completely optional yet I do recommend. Who know when you’ll need these knowledge

1.explore the manor (optional) 2.explore outside of manor up to the gardens (Optional) 4.eat dinner(optional yet preferred to complete) 3. Add my phone number (required) 4.at 7pm enter the basement to get blood drawn(Required)

….. Am I in a cult!? Blood? Why Blood! I clutched on the paper as my eyes darted around to find some sort of answer but the only thing i found was the phone number at the bottom next to lord Vanrouge’s signature. I looked at the clock above in my room to see I only had 10 minutes left before traversing into the basement. I looked back at the paper with the phone number realizing that my questions might be answered if I text or call this guy. I plugged the number on my phone while saving the contacts for lord vanrouge. ‘

(Chat log)

Texting them doesn't help. All i got was some twisted form of comfort and a note not to be late. I sighed and tried to think positively. Maybe it’s for any health reasons, what if something happens so they have my blood in storage if I have an illness that is in need of a blood transfusion. Maybe it’s some secret condition I never knew I had. I looked up at the clock seeing I had 5 minutes left. Well I better find this basement.

The basement entrance was in an obvious place. On the left side of the middle stairs near the entrance was this ominous door which seems out of place due to the lavious interior decor…. But there was also a silly childish label saying ‘Basement :D’ with pink blue yellow confetti drawings on it. I grabbed the handle and opened the door to see a dimly lit stairwell. Following the lights it lead me to a rusted metal door which was wide open. To a dark dungeon area. There were cells, chains hanging from walls yet it was unusually clean. As I continued down the dungeon, to the left of me, there was a medical bed and a person in a black cloak preparing tools. He turned around for me to see his glowing blueish- purple eyes. He moved out of the way invitingly to the medical room. I obloge and made my way over to the medical bed and lay down on it. The bed was surprisingly soft and not as hard as it looks. “How are you with needles?” a voice asked. I looked up to the cloaked man who glanced down at me. “Decent” I replied. He nodded and brushed his silver hair back. I guess he needs total concentration. The man puts on a pair of medical gloves before pulling out a large syringe and a wipe. “You have medical experience” I asked “a little…this is my first time doing it” he said as he felt a vein in my lower arm near my elbow area. “This might hurt” he said as I tense. He swiftly stabbed the syringe in my arm making me hiss. Blood is quickly drawn out though the tube to a large beaker “so….do you know what this blood drawn is for” i asked the man “I can’t tell you. Master’s orders” he replied “what about a name” I asked “Silver” he replied. Ok we’re getting somewhere “let me know if you feel sudden dizziness i can stop the machine” Silver spoke as he looks at the beaker. Slowly the beaker was filled. Once filled, he places a top on the beaker and place it aside, then he gently removes the needle and cleans it. After packing the materials up, he places a band aid on the wound. “Fa- lord vanrouge wants me to inform you dinner is ready in the dining room. The dining room is down the hall passed the basement to the right” silver spoke then he bows slightly “I hope you enjoy your stay” he concludes before leaving with the medical supply. I got up from the bed feeling slightly woozy but not to the point where I stumble all over the place. I guess the worst part is over but now I feel exhausted. Perhaps I’ll just eat was was made for me and go to sleep. I left the creepy dungeon and walked up the stairs and made my way to the dining room where a singular plate was.upon closer inspection, i recognized the meal to be (random dish) which was well made and cooked almost like it came from some fancy restaurant. I sat down and began eating. After I was done with my meal,I made my way back upstairs to my room and retired for the night.

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gwen1nnnnn · 10 months

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Hi! Can you please write a fic for Taehyun when you have been dating for few months but never done it then one day he accidentally walks on you changing/naked and couldn't control and you lose your virginity to him (ofc With consent)

Some fluffy smut maybe?? :P

If u do this thanks in advance! 😆😻

Yesssss i could see this actually happening😈

your first time 💕/ taehyun x reader

description : smut/fluff

tw : soft sex , kissing , nicknames

IM SO EXICTED TO WRITE THIS REQUST ENJOYY

10:07

it was any other normal day it was around 9pm and I was at my apartment my boyfriend taehyun was suppose to come over today but I didnt know when , I was in my room changing and didnt hear the front door close I was in my underwear and I was just now putting a shirt on until my boyfriend taehyun walked in as I was doing so , he just stood there as his eyes wided , i just quickly pulled my shirt down as I went up to him and gave him a hug , hi y/n sorry I didnt mean to walk in on u like that he says with a awkward tone , its okay my love u didnt mean to I say pulling away from the hug as I walk to my bed grabbing my sweat pants and putting it on as he just stares , okay wanna watch a movie I say getting into my bed, sure he says walking towards the bed and getting into it , we both lay down in the bed as I move closer to him putting my head on his chest , y/n... He says with a serious tone , whats up I say , please let me touch u he says with a desperate voice , my eyes wided as he pushs me on my back and gets on top of me , after I walked in on u I couldn't control myself please let me he says , I just nodd as his hands go up and down my waist then pulling my shirt off , he grabs my face as starts kissing me passionately as I wrapp my arms around his neck , and there we were both naked in the bed as he was hovering on top of me , you sure this is okay y/n? Hes says , yes please just fuck me I say sounding as desperate as ever , he slowly sticks his dick inside of me as we both let out a little whismper , he starts off slow then picks up a pace , ''your so tight'' ''so good for me'' ''my goodgirl'' he says whismpers in my ear as he continues to thrust into me as i feel my high coming , his name constantly leaving my mouth like a broken record , my eyes start to roll back as I feel warm juices pour down my thighs as he slows down , we get cleaned up and he takes care of me giving me kisses hugs and makes me a midnight snack ,

I HOPE U GUYS LIKED IT LOL AND THANK U SOOOOO MUCH FOR ALL THE REQUESTS ILL TRY MY BEST TO GET TO ALL OF THEM AS SOON AS I CAN

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨 Dreamswept: Chapter Seven

Dreamswept: In which Dream’s imprisonment brings out his darker side. Y/N’s mother works for the Burgess’s as a nurse, and after stumbling across what is hidden beneath Fawny Rig’s mortars one summer, Y/N’s life will never be the same. A darkness has attached itself to her and no matter how long she is kept from the Endless in the basement, he has not forgotten her kindness and brief moments of comfort. No, he has not forgotten, and now he craves it.

Warnings: Reader Get’s Gaslit, Dubious Petting/Kissing, Explicit Language.

To Note: Dark!Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader, Inspired by 'Claiming His Queen' by @moonmaiden1996 (Go Read It!).

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Mother was still giving you the cold shoulder so you took it upon yourself to simply ignore her. You were sure that Paul and Alex could pick up on the tension between you, but neither of them spoke a word. Sipping from your teacup, you focused on the book in front of you, turning to the next page after reaching the end. You were trying to read but your mind kept going back to the dream you had last night… which made you brush your fingers over your lips.

“Y/N/N, darling?” You blinked, pulling out of your inner thoughts before looking at Paul. He was looking at you over his spectacles.

“Are you alright? You seem awfully distracted this morning, did you not sleep well?” You smiled and shook your head at Paul, not wanting to bother him with something as trivial as a dream.

“It’s nothing, Paul, I just had an odd dream last night.” You explained shortly. Your mother, who had been in the middle of transferring a saucer from the table to the tea cart, dropped the little plate and it went crashing to the floor as all three of them looked at you with wide eyes. You blinked in confusion and rose in your seat to help clean up the broken plate. Mother harshly waved you off.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, did you say you dreamed?” Alex questioned, his voice sharp as he looked at you like he had seen a ghost. You glanced at Paul who looked just as ill before addressing Alex.

“Well, yes?” You answered as your mother quickly swept up the broken plate and practically fled from the room. You watched her receding form before continuing. “It was rather odd but nothing scary. I haven’t had a dream in years… but isn’t it normal for one to dream?”

“Not for you dear child,” Alex answered gruffly as Paul reached over and covered Alex’s trembling hand. “You do not dream! You are not supposed to dream! It’s far too dangerous for you.” You didn’t understand his words or why he thought that your dreaming was dangerous.

“Don’t be ridiculous Alex, dreams aren’t—“

“You stopped taking your medication.” He stated, cutting you off.

“That is hardly your concern, Alex,” You scoffed. “I have never in my life missed a dose.” Except for last night when you purposefully missed your dose.

“Darling,” Paul started. You stood up from your seat and waved your hand.

“Look, everyone has been acting strange since I arrived and I’ve had enough of it!” You exclaimed. “I love you, but I do not feel like you want me here!” Feeling like you were going to burst at the seams, you jerked your hands in the air in exasperation and all but fled the dining room. Rushing through the manor, you flew past mother as your eyes started to burn and continued out of the manor. Your feet took you across the grounds on their own, leading you deep into Paul’s beloved gardens. You only slowed down when you neared the gazebo, and stepping up into the worn wooden shelter, you took a seat at the bench.

What had happened in the years you had been gone?

You dropped your head in your hands as a new headache bloomed in your temples. There was an overwhelming feeling that mother, Paul, and Alex, were hiding something from you, and it had to do with your dreams. You vaguely recalled talking to a doctor as a child about nightmares… but when you tried to think of the time you spent in Fawny Rig as a child, your memories got blurry and your headache worsened. You laid down on the bench and covered your forehead with your hands, your teeth clenching together in pain. Eyes closed, you breathed slowly through the throbs of pain.

You were back in the strange forest, light fog lazily swirling around your feet. Looking up you saw that the sky overhead was not as dark and heavy as it had been previously. Something had changed here, you felt more comfortable, more at ease. Walking forwards, you padded along the creek, looking at the bubbling water. You found yourself wandering through the woods, trying to figure out why this place felt so familiar. You couldn’t.

“You’ve come back,” You didn’t know why you gasped as you spun in place. He was here last night so why was it surprising that he was here again? Pressing a hand against your suddenly racing heart, you regarded him carefully. His eyes still shone bright blue, showered with flecks of stars that seemed to fly by within his irises. And his hair, did he even own a hairbrush? You weren’t sure.

“I don’t know why I’m here, so I don’t think that constitutes coming back. This wasn’t intentional.” You softly spoke, lowering your hand and rubbing your palm into your thigh. Then you crossed your arms and eyed him warily. “I don’t know what is going on and no one at home is telling me anything.” You huffed out, biting down on your lip nervously. “It’s like no one wanted me to return to Fawny Rig. If they didn’t want me back, why did they not tell me so before I moved my arse back to Wych Cross!” You almost had tears in your eyes and raised your palms to rub them into your eyes. He beat you to it. He was suddenly before you, his thumbs delicately bushing the beginnings of tears from your lashes.

“Save your tears,” His voice was like velvet against your ears and his touch lingered along the curve of your face. Sniffing, you wiped at your eyes as more came, the emotions hitting you like a tidal wave and digging into your heart.

“This is so bloody stupid,” You whispered, a strained chuckle emerging from your throat. “I didn’t cry when I broke up with my boyfriend from Uni, why am I crying now?” The hands upon your body tightened their grip.

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” You sniffed once more and blinked in confusion.

“You mean Evan? He was the boyfriend I had while at university,” you spoke quietly. “I broke up with him after he proved that he had little interest in me and was more interested in what I could do for him. He was a self-absorbed git who only cared for himself and his needs. I’m not interested in getting into another relationship after one like that.”

“You took a lover?” The man commented, his voice dropping to a deathly quiet thunder, steeped with darkened anger that oozed from his pores. His eyes were glimmering with stars, but not bright ones, no, those stars were like black holes. They sucked you in until you were consumed and entranced.

“I— I—“ You were sputtering your words, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. “What? Lover?”

“Yes, lover,” He growled at you, his hands gripping your body in an almost painful grip. You withheld a wince and looked at him with wide eyes. “Your blood has merged with the spell that holds me prisoner, and you agreed to give me your dreams. Does that not make you mine? You should not even think to entertain the idea of taking a lover outside of me.”

“I have no idea! I don’t even know what you are talking about!!” You exclaimed, fear sneaking its way up your spine. Why was he so mad at the thought of an ex-boyfriend? And had he really just suggested that the only lover you were allowed to take was him!? “Why do you even care!?”

“He put his hands on what is mine!” The man snarled darkly, his rage now consuming him. You were stumbling backward in fear, nearly tripping over your own feet. He advanced with your steps back, eyes soaked in possessive jealousy. Then you found yourself backed against a thick tree trunk. You opened your mouth to fire off a retort but then found yourself pinned in place with nowhere to go, a very irate man almost pressing against your body. You flushed and squirmed, pushing at him to put some space between your bodies. You had never been this close to someone and certainly not when they were looking at you like… that. “It seems that I need to give you a firm reminder of who you belong to, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened in fear at what he might do, but shock was soon coursing through your veins when those lips, curved in a possessive sneer, roughly came down on yours. You let out a whimper which was quickly eaten by the man’s hungry mouth, then he sought to take more. You gasped this time, a shiver running down your spine as his teeth tugged your lips until you parted them with a small cry. He was kissing you so deeply, so possessively, that all thoughts of right or wrong escaped your mind and body… at least until hands started to rip and tug at your clothing. Your hips bucked against the offending appendages, twisting and turning to try and get away from the bedeviled fingers that made quick work of your jeans. Your hand came down to try and swat the hand tearing apart your jeans. You didn’t get very in your endeavor, his fingers quickly wrapping around your wrist and shoving it against the tree you were pinned to.

Pain flared up your wrist and the proceeding exclamation of hurt that left your parted lips only gave him a chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed against yours and you swore you could taste ecstasy, or at the very least, it's equivalent. Sinking back against a tongue that was twisting yours around and making your head spin with heat that you could feel everywhere, you sank your nails into his chest, pressing down in an attempt to ground yourself. It didn’t work. You felt like you were going to float away. He wasn’t going to let you though, no, he had every intention to ensure that you knew exactly who your body and soul belonged to. Him. For a moment he reached up to catch the back of your neck, pulling your head closer and sinking further into your sweet mouth. He was addicted to your taste and wished to devour you until all you could think about was him. That’s all you did need to think about. Your lovely, little breathy sounds that you panted out nearly made him inebriated on you.

Your body’s silent urges and wants were conflicting with what you knew in your mind and it took everything you had to wrench yourself backward. Fervent lip lock broken, the back of your head cracked against the tree trunk momentarily stunning you. Heaving on your rapid breaths, you greedily sucked in oxygen as brightly glowing star-lit eyes bored down into yours. You were fully trembling now, your body shivering and quaking against his. But he wasn’t done with you yet, no, now that the taste of you was fresh on his tongue, he only wanted more. Releasing his hold on your neck, he pressed his hand flat against your stomach and pushed his fingers down in a determined path. Fingers shoved their way past your undone jeans and burrowed beneath the confines of your panties.

A blazing eruption of sensations ripped through your cunt of the likes you have never felt before, not even when Evan had gotten overzealous with his touches. But this, this wasn’t just a wandering hand over your body, no, this was a hand that knew exactly what it wanted and was going to satisfy itself no matter what. You let out a yelp when fingers pushed through your folds and ardently stroked the very place between your thighs you had never dared to touch yourself. A little more pressure and you bucked against him once more, crying out as your face became insufferably hot. He seemed to feed off your reaction to his ministrations, leaning down to press his lips against your neck. Teeth raked against your skin and you squirmed harder, pushing firmly against his chest with your free hand. His body, pressed against yours, was like a solid titanium wall, unmoving and unbending.

You tried sucking in a deep breath, desperate for oxygen, but your attempts were in vain. One second he was content with brushing and stroking your cunt, and the next he was sinking a finger deep inside you. Toes curling in your shoes, you whimpered at the intrusion and foreign feeling. Every inch of your skin was on fire and now you were burning inside out from the finger sliding over your cunt to repeatedly plunge in and out of your body. Something churned deep within your gut, wanting to be released. It pushed at your resolve, clawed your fortification, and all but ripped away at your mind until you felt like your legs would give out beneath you. Feeling lips nip and tug their way up your neck, you trembled in place and abandoned your attempts to push him away. You dug your fingers into midnight strands.

“Please,” You rasped out, holding silken onyx in a shaky grasp. “Stop, I beg you, this isn’t— I can’t—“ You stuttered for words, feeling your thighs clench around his hand. That churning in your gut was now on the forefront and very hard to ignore. You moaned and clawed at his scalp, entirely at his mercy now. “Oh, what is happening!?” Just when you thought it would get to be too much, the hand forcefully drawing pleasure from you disappeared and lips brushed against yours as you hastily sucked in air, reeling in place.

“Do you see how your body reacts to me, my love?” He whispered against your lips. “It knows who you belong to, it is eager to accept what it knows and longs for.” Your eyes burned and a rogue tear slipped from the corner of your eye. He gently brushed it away before kissing the trail left behind. “You don’t need to be afraid, I will only allow you to experience unadulterated pleasure when I am cradling your physical body within my arms and buried deep within you.” You choked on your next gasp of air, fully realizing what he meant by his words. Panic started setting in and your flight instincts became prevalent. Jerking in place, the last thing you saw was his intense blue eyes echoing his words in all seriousness.

Lurching into a sitting position on the bench you had fallen asleep on, you pressed a hand against your chest and tried to quell the rising panic you felt. It was only just a dream. Certainly. You shifted in place and became aware of how damp your panties now felt. In fact, your entire body felt just as it had in that forest, overwhelmed with unknown touches. He was just a dream. A dream you were now certain you had to do something about.

Date Published: 11/2/22

Last Edit: 4/3/23

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