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meyousing · 6 days

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𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤; 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

FOR MY POOKIEWOOKIE @moongreenlight !! who i adore sososo much I HOPE U ENJOY !! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after realizing what raphael could do for you before; ridding your mind of the emperor for the briefest moment, you wanted to know how that could feel for a second time, no matter the cost. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: -> sneaky HUMAN raphael, non-con, deception and lies its raphael what else did you expect. probably a little ooc since this is for pookie so fk canon :D. as always all sexual nsfw will be under the cut!

I'm walking, you've been hiding,

And you look half-dead half the time.

Monitoring you, like machines do,

You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

You told yourself that you’d do anything for answers, that the cost didn’t matter–you wanted a solution, a cure to your tadpole infliction, and despite knowing better than to trust a devil, you were growing hopeless and running low on any other options. Yes, you knew the magic that Halsin told you about, the same words later spoken by the Emperor; their proclamation of impossibility regarding the worm’s extraction no matter which method you attempted, from whomever. But there was one time, and only one, when you remembered what mental quietude could sound like amidst such circumstances.

So, veiled by the darkness of the night sky en route, you navigated through Sharess’ Caress to the upper floors, intent on finding Raphael–even though he was hardly the paragon of trust–and experiencing solace in silence once again, something that, unfortunately, only he could provide. Gale was always going on about the benefits of respite, and this one you craved like a drug, now that you could remember how solitude felt after so long without it. What a crime to wish for independence within one’s own mind these days.

You didn’t bother knocking, he likely sensed you at some point or another on your way here, what with his attentiveness to you and all that implied your involvement. You didn’t care about being the intrusive one for once, careening the door open and briskly sending it shut behind you.

“Surely you didn’t think that little disguise would work?”

“It wasn’t meant for you.” You tugged your hood down easily and shrugged the rest of your cloak off, balling it up and tossing it aside carelessly. You spotted Raphael standing a few feet away, in the first doorway of the den, his back to you. Yet he knew what you were wearing.

He turned and lifted a brow at you, but the rest of his expression showed obvious disinterest in speaking about this any further than the short exchange.

“Have you come to make the right choice?”

“Bold assumption,” you said quickly, not yet ready to fully admit why you sought him out in your situation; in the dark, on your own. “Shouldn’t you ask why I’m here first?”

“All I needed was a look at you to know.”

You didn’t respond, and he grinned, his lids low as he watched you.

“But I’ll let you tell me anyway, I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun. What troubles you, little mouse? What is it that’s brought you right into the cat’s paw?” he approached slowly, hands interlocked behind him as he subtly looked you up and down–knowingly–like you were the subject of an experiment. That wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I want you to do… whatever you did for me before, again.” You kept your eyes on him, speaking somewhat hesitant but remaining strong in your stance, your gaze unwavering. You noted the way he subtly mouthed along when you spoke the word ‘again’, tauntingly, like he already had you figured out. Perhaps he did.

“You don’t mean this?” He murmured, and with a snap of his fingers, your mind was yours again; that insistent, idle static now fizzled out.

Your eyes widened, brows uplifting alongside your lips as you nodded; it was just like the last time, pure silence aside from your own little conscience as it came to the same giddy realization that it was alone once more. Raphael only chuckled, and after a too-short moment, your mind was back to its newly but usually muddled state. The Emperor had nothing to say yet, which you were grateful for, as it saved you the need to seek an excuse for his inability to communicate with you in a second instance that shouldn’t have been possible the first time around.

“Are you expecting me to do you a favour like that for nothing?” he laughed dryly, mockingly; it made you feel like the vermin that was about to be squashed beneath a dirty boot sole. “You may be the brightest, most shimmering jewel in my crown, but something so deliciously close to free will in a time like this cannot come without charge. What’s more, it is most costly when one chooses selfishness over the common good.”

You should have expected this. You must’ve known deep down that it wouldn’t be so easy, that Raphael wouldn’t be a one-time good samaritan–a saint–and do you this favour, even in spite of all the honeyed names that’d roll off of his tongue when he sought you out, making it seem as though you were a little more special than his usual clientele. Stepping forward with a frown, you scoffed:

“How am I being selfish?” Was he just toying with you for his entertainment now? You hadn’t been here for long, but the trip would be cut off even sooner if this continued. You craved relief, but not enough to get tangled up in the deep end with a devil, to a point of no return.

“Why do you deserve the fix before anyone else? Do you think I’m a good-willed cleric made to provide relief to all those with your affliction?” Despite how incredulously he spoke, you could tell now that he was merely testing you. Testing you for what exactly, you couldn’t tell; your will, your determination?

“Who are you to be the dictator of right and wrong?” you countered him with a question of your own, stepping up closer once he stopped in his tracks. He hardly raised his brows in his fullest reaction to your bravery, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“I’m not. But I’m the only one who can provide a moment of respite to you, and I don’t work for free. Is that not fair? You are asking for quite a privilege.” He smirked like he knew what you would say next.

“You’ve already done it for me once before, what makes it different now? It’s temporary anyway, is it not? Am I wrong?”

“It is. But last time was just a… sample if you will. For a second taste, a true dealing between us, you’ll need to do something for me too.”

You grimaced, and he looked too pleased with himself. You’d managed to avoid getting involved with him this far along, rejecting most ultimatums he offered, and you’d been fine without his assistance–or obstacles, rather. Yet now, something initiated completely of your own accord was creating a conflict that you could’ve avoided if not for your greed and its insistence; you weren’t done yet.

“Fine” you conceded, rather quickly too. His smirk widened, he looked so smug.

“Good, good” he purred. You blinked a few times, your body having an unexpected reaction to the bassy sound as you averted your gaze, refusing to recognize it.

“What do you want from me, then?” you mumbled.

“What do you think I would like from you–my dearest–” he drew out, “in exchange for my services?” He tilted his head, and he seemed a lot closer than you last remembered. He was much more visible in your periphery even as you forced your eyes aside. Were you supposed to answer that question and know what to say, what he wanted?

“I-I don’t know. Do you want me to take the deal with you and promise you the cro–actually, no, that is way too much in exchange for a few minutes of sile–”

“No” he cut you off sharply, his expression falling flat. “That, I can wait for. Your choice will be even sweeter to hear the longer you hold out on me. But considering our current circumstances…” he trailed off, and when you didn’t look at him during that pause, you felt hands slide up your waist.

You blinked at the same time that your body jolted–a millisecond–and your surroundings changed. You still stood in Raphael’s grasp, just before the dining hall’s grand table within the House of Hope. Your eyes darted around warily, but you still felt an odd sense of… calm. Raphael, so tenderly that your heart thrummed a little off-beat, slid his fingers up your body and down your arms, grasping your wrists as he led you to one of the seats; facing the flames that so ironically burned in the fireplace. He walked slowly, dare you say methodically, striding to take a spot across from you.

"Indulge yourself” he muttered, looking utterly observant. He placed his chin atop his hands, fingers interlocked into a fist. He didn’t touch the food, but you expected as much.

“I’d rather not” you garbled, your gaze careful while you studied him and tried not to overreact, still settling into the new environment. You didn’t have an appetite per se, not for the deceptive refreshments that were too perfectly laid out before you anyway. Raphael may have been worming his way into your routine so often, just like the godsdamned tadpole itself, but his presence lingering for so long didn’t equate to trust yet.

“Then indulge me.”

You watched him reach for and open a bottle of wine, one you didn’t recognize as common among those you’d scraped together from wooden boxes and crates on your way to the gate. It looked more prestigious, the bottle was embellished with what you could only assume to be real gold melted within the glass, and it caught the light so intriguingly each time he tilted it to pour some out; a drink for him, a drink for you. You looked away when he stood and took the chalices in his hands, placing one before you and promptly returning to his seat. When you looked to him again he had elevated the goblet in his hand, his chin lifting.

“To a new era.”

Your fingers approached the table, tips dancing towards the stoup’s base, the entirety of which could have been crafted by Gond and polished by Moradin. You wondered, despite how aged everything throughout the House was by the natural processes of time; cracked tile, buffered but helplessly dull stone… the stemware looked so new; untouched. He didn’t save it just for you, surely? Flitting your eyes back to Raphael as you thought about it, you noted how he finished taking a slow sip, lowering his cup back to the tablecloth. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching his tongue dart out to get some more of the taste, from what lingered on his lips. He noted your longer-than-usual silence, and those same lips turned up.

“Your insistence, or stubbornness, rather, is very endearing in more… suitable circumstances. For once, you should try to act less like the illithid you’re bound to become and let go of those inhibitions. Look where you are” His head swayed slightly to his left, to the room, fingers drumming mutely on the tabletop.

The wine was tempting, and his taking a first sip did comfort you in some way. You spared him a final glance before zeroing in on your goblet, staring down the dark liquid inside, watching the warm candlelight rippling reflectively on its surface. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt to indulge just this once, you thought, as you took the cup into your hand.

Raphael nodded along, encouragingly. Uncharacteristically.

You figured there was no harm in it, especially if he was as fond of you as he claimed, then he wouldn’t want you to meet a preemptive demise. Not yet.

You bit the bullet, raising the chilled gold to your lips. You did feel rather parched, and the substance slid down your throat so smoothly, so soothingly.

“You know, I poisoned one of our goblets.”

Exhaustion was sent over you like a wave, and not because of the poison immediately having an effect–had it been your substance that was tampered with–but because of course he did. You sighed, your eyes falling closed to console that Raphael-induced fatigue.

“Gods, I hope it’s mine,” you muttered beneath your breath.

He let out what you may have heard as, amidst all of your quarrels, his first genuine laugh. His face was delighted as he shook his head.

“Are you so displeased at the prospect of dining with me?” he leaned back in his seat, grinning and crossing a leg over the other. Getting comfortable. Settling in. You were tense in opposition, knees tight together as you kept yourself at the edge of your chair.

“This clearly isn’t all that you want from me, Raphael. Either get on with it, or let the toxins do their job and let me off easy” You put the goblet down, pushing it forward and away as you inhaled sharply, now on higher alert considering the circumstances.

“It’s only a bit of fun. The dose isn’t lethal, I couldn’t rid Faerûn of such a treasure in that crude of a way.”

At least you were right about that.

Raphael said nothing else as he took in your silence, and his expression didn’t say much either. He stood slowly, his eyes remaining on you as he dragged his fingers along the tabletop until he landed at your side.

“If you’d like to experience mental solitude again, then I’ll only ask for one, small thing from you.”

You certainly felt a touch drowsier than before, your limbs a little more numb and tingly, like they had fallen asleep on you in a too-short duration. You turned your head to look up at him, and even at a neutral pace, the motion made you nauseous. You let out a soft groan of displeasure, closing your eyes and moving to drop your head down. Raphael caught your chin and forced your eyes to remain on him, his voice barely above a whisper as he proposed:

“Solitude, for a kiss.”

“The least isolating ask,” you muttered bitterly, eyelids heavy as the sight of him became a degree blurrier than what you knew as typical. Yet you could still make out his smirk, and he leaned closer.

“But not a very weighted one. Don’t you miss being able to think without the added badgering of the Emperor’s two cents?”

Truthfully, you did, if this last-resort decision wasn’t enough of an indicator. A kiss also wasn’t a huge deal, but Raphael was the cambion equivalent to the poison coursing through your veins. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you also weren’t in much of a position to deny him. Would you even be able to enjoy the seclusion if this didn’t wear off after he did this favour?

“That’s really all you want?”

“It is. Perhaps if you wished for something more permanent it would be a different story, but alas. It doesn’t need to be written contractually either, nothing so serious.”

“Fine, then.”

You chose to take the initiative, the leap of faith, pressing your weight into the armrests of the chair so you could stand up and lean in. Your resistance was, helplessly, nonexistent when Raphael pushed you back down; the side effect of his poison making it too easy.

He grabbed your jaw, fingers firm but the motion gentle as he turned your face towards his. Your eyes were already half-closed, but you didn’t miss the intensity on his features. He hovered over you, his mere presence so imposing as he kept you right where he wanted; under his thumb. He moved closer until his cupid’s bow brushed over yours, ever-so-tender, so close yet so far. Your heart nearly skipped a beat once he tilted his head a little further, his lips parting in the slightest as they touched yours, but it wasn’t yet a kiss. Yes, you had expected him to draw this out considering the circumstances of the required affection pertaining to a deal, but what you hadn’t expected was your subsequent anticipation and eventual impatience.

“Just do it–” you managed to murmur out against his mouth, some natural venom lacing the words without the help of the poison. You were surprised that he closed the gap properly right after by pulling your head up to him, his fingertips pressing deeper into your cheeks as he did, fingernails scraping the thin skin.

He kissed you hard but without much aggression. You were taken aback by his normalcy, but it appeared that he was just getting started, as he soon used the leverage of his hand on your face to bring you to your feet. You winced, the motion pulled at your neck, but you weren’t given time to dwell on it when he jerked you to the table and tore his lips from yours.

“Not going to put up a fight? How unlike you” he smirked. You could only glare at him because if he wasn’t sharp enough to nullify any resistance efforts, you both knew who would be pinned down right now. He chuckled once, appraisingly, before pushing his body into you again, his lips finding your neck instead.

He started with nipping at the skin, then tasting it with a languid lick that made you squirm, and moving to hold your hands down against the table–as if you’d be able to move them on your own anyway.

“More than a kiss–” you managed to state, your voice containing a hint of matter-of-factness, but was a little raspier as his closeness certainly affected your fortitude.

“You knew better” was all he had to respond with, the words muffled as they were kissed into the horripilation on your skin. He remained content here for a while, bringing a finger up to your jaw to turn your head in the opposite direction of where he had already ridden your skin with his lips and hot saliva; making you shiver when the wetness caught the air and consequently cooled, regardless of how hot it was in the hells and logically shouldn’t have been possible.

You were equivalent to a ragdoll by now, simply letting it happen when he grabbed your arms and flipped you around, your loose-limbed body immediately tipping over so your front was flat against the table; your hips perfectly positioned for your ass to press into his hips. He laughed and didn’t even try to create space, pressing himself into you so you could feel how hard he was, and it made you grimace at the realization of just how far this was going to go.

“You’re the only person worth this,” he breathed, his fingers snaking up to wrap around the column of your neck and force your head up. “The only one who deserves to experience this privilege.”

Unable to suppress your snicker when he said that, you almost whined aloud when his fingers tightened in response, and began rutting his hips into you steadily but with enough force to shift your body against the tabletop each time, your shirt getting caught up in the tablecloth and pushing it up so the cool surface touching your heated flesh made you tremble. The strong scents of all the lavish foods surrounding your immediate proximity almost drowned out Raphael’s scent, but it wasn’t enough, especially not as he leaned down so his front was against you completely, his face next to yours.

“So amusing, is it?” he rumbled, subtly bringing his free hand up the side of your limp thigh, finding your hip, and reaching to tug at your panties. You couldn’t even feel shock anymore, simply letting out a strained exhale the material shifted when he slid it down your skin; off. “We’ll see for how much longer you feel that way.”

How much had you missed within those few seconds, to be surprised when he was already playing with his cock against your entrance? You felt a lot hotter then, your skin crawling with pleasure-induced chills as he moved his tip slowly, heavily up and down, prodding so slightly into your warmth and making your muscles tense each time he slid it away and down to your clit. He never lingered against one spot or the other long enough for any long-term sensations to last, and you couldn’t stop yourself from releasing a disgruntled groan. His chuckle reverberated through you, making your breaths shake as they became increasingly rapid.

“I wonder if any of your devotees across the realms know that you can be reduced to this–if they think about it,” he pressed the tip of his cock into you now, making your hastened breaths hitch, your lungs burn, “if they imagine you beneath them, or maybe even above them–but you only deserve to be here,” he pushed his hips forward and slid in deeper, with ease, the motion so precise it made your thighs twitch, “beneath me.”

He set a slower rhythm to start, but the way that his movements bumped you further into the table each time made it so that you could feel all of him so perfectly. You felt so open, so exposed–

“Y-You seriously want to do this right here?” you whispered, only because your voice was so strained under his palm, and his cheek went taut in a grin next to you.

“My bed is still busy being warmed, this will do for now. You deserve better than mediocre; the real thing, not my copy. Feel fortunate” he sighed, pressing deeply into you for a moment and staying there, enjoying you, nearly pushing into your cervix–distracting you from the tongue-in-cheek response you wished to give to his words. You instinctively squirmed away, the intensity of it being too much too quickly with how teasingly he had been going thus far. But he wasn’t having any of your resistance despite how it was impulsive and not of your volition; pushing his body down heavier upon yours until you were trapped entirely, forced to take what he gave. Then he resumed movement, and he was moving faster now.

You fisted the tablecloth before you with the weakest grip; the strongest you could muster, physically fighting every part of yourself so as to not give into him too quickly by carelessly moaning out and letting him know that he was actually making you feel something good. It didn’t matter though. Hoarse, uncontrollable whines vibrated in your throat, locked behind your canines as they sunk into your bottom lip in a further attempt at deceiving him. You were shocked that somehow, throughout the numbness in the rest of your body, each stroke and deep tingle of pleasure could be felt in its most intense form. You continued to amuse him, making him laugh as if this were something wholesome and wholly reciprocated.

“What do you hear?” he whispered to you, the closeness and low volume of his voice making you writhe, igniting prickles of delight inside of you, making your pussy squeeze around him and pull him in deeper; even shocking yourself as your jaw dropped open from the sensation. All that you could audibly make out were your breaths and his, accompanied by the slick sound of his cock pistoning in and out of you with ease by how wet he made you in such a short time.

“Just you–” you lied, “–mumbling in my fucking ear,” you tried to chuckle, but when the hand that wasn’t on your neck squeezed your hip tightly enough for you to actually feel it amidst all of the numbness, you gasped quietly, the dry laugh devolving into a whimper.

“You shouldn’t hear anything,” he said slowly, but in a tone that was maybe one pitch higher than normal, like he was concluding another one of his awful riddles. You’d have taken time to cringe if he hadn’t grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you up at the same time that he moved, pulling you flush against him and continuing to fuck you like you were nothing more than a toy fulfilling its purpose.

He favoured intensity over speed, ensuring that you couldn’t escape him as his cock never fully left your sex; only sliding back to quickly grind deeply inside once more, making you see stars each time–you didn’t care about whatever else he had to mumble to you now, all you cared about was engrossing yourself in the feeling of him. It made your stomach churn deliciously too, and that familiar warmth of finality was beginning to stir within as he bit down on your neck, sliding his fingers out of the way so he could hold you still by a shoulder. If your body wasn’t essentially dead you’d have regretfully reached back to hold onto him for support, grasping at the material of his intricately designed garments which would probably irritate him; perhaps your situational debilitation was for the better.

“You’re not about to come for me, are you? Tut tut” he purred, and you couldn’t discern whether the way your eyes rolled was from annoyance or pleasure. Despite the degradation he didn’t relent, encouraging you above all else. His body encapsulated yours as he held you how he liked, keeping your back arched just slightly enough for your hips to perch nicely off of him as he pounded into you; had you seeing stars. “Don’t keep me waiting, then~”

When a sneaky hand left your shoulder and made its way to your front, pinching your clit, you came undone with a sharp whine; you could barely feel the way your thighs clenched, tightening alongside your pussy as you ground back into him to experience the sensation in its fullest, whimpering his name so weakly as your head lulled back to rest against his chest. You hardly caught the sight of him smirking down at you, so self-satisfied as his hand in your hair tightened, and only a smidge of embarrassment crept into your overall feelings of elation because you knew that he had every reason to feel that way.

Soon enough the waves of bliss calmed, to your dismay, and Raphael pulled out of you with a soft groan, releasing your body carelessly and stepping back out of your sight, making you rush to reach out and have your palms land against the table rather than your face.

As you turned around slowly and panted to catch your breath, you watched while he adjusted what minimal undressing he’d partaken in, and only then did you notice the feeling of something wet and thick sliding down the inside of your thigh. You looked down, your eyes widening a bit as you rushed to pull your panties back up to be rid of the sight of it; when did he cum?? You also wondered about how much control he must’ve had over the poison as you could feel the toxins wearing off now that it was all over; the ability to perceive and to touch returning to your body again, albeit weakly.

“Good, don’t let my gift go to waste. So intuitive.”

You shuddered in disgust and swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring his stupid, contented face and even happier statement. Now that you were approaching a state where you held a semblance of control again, you cleared your throat and redressed fully, smoothing over your clothes and standing taller after giving a quick shake of your head.

“Okay–you got what you wanted, give me my end of the deal now.”

Raphael grinned, his brows lifting in feigned surprise.

“Oh, darling, that was it. Couldn’t you tell? Surely you didn’t want your dearest Emperor to know about our fornication?”

You stood there, stunned, slowly but surely feeling hot rage seep into your bones. No fucking way was he being serious.

“Bullshit.”

He laughed at you in a falsely taken-aback way, even raising a ridiculous hand to his chest.

“That’s no way for a lady such as yourself to speak–you chose to jest when I asked what you could hear, that was your chance to tune in and tell. Regardless, we both fulfilled our ends of the bargain.”

“Oh that’s rich,” you started, not knowing what to do with your hands as they fidgeted at your sides, itching to reach up to him and–

“If you wish to experience this again, you know where to find me. Hopefully next time you’ll have come to a decision about the crown, too.” he chuckled in a muted way, to himself, like he was considering some inside joke that only he was part of, not you. Perhaps you were the joke to him, after doing something like this; surrendering to him. The thought made your face twist in anger and you began to approach him, your arms raising.

You only caught the split-second motion of his hand reaching out, and then… nothing. Moments of black, of unconsciousness… and then you were standing outside the den again. You lurched for the doorknob, tugging at it to no avail for the first time ever. After cursing aloud you hit the wood with your fists, letting out a long, deep sigh, shutting your eyes as you realized what a mistake this was to begin with.

You turned shamefully after a few more seconds of basking in exhaustion, your feet heavy and still feeling abnormal to use after so much time spent being dead weight. You trudged along to the exit of the brothel, cloakless, having left it in Raphael’s room and now being forced to endure the rain that had started. At least it was still dark outside, and you could return to camp innocently beneath the moonlight; be unheard beyond the pattering of the condensation while everyone else rested, acting as though nothing had happened at all, that you’d been there all night.

You kept your head down, blinking away the raindrops that slid from your hair and into your eyes. Only once you were alone, past the business outside of the Caress, that familiar bustling moved from the ambiance of the bordello to the innards of your brain, and a question was posed by the voice that’d been with you since the beginning of this life you had grown accustomed to:

“Where were you just now?”

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inuiiwonderland · 8 months

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The beauty beneath the veil

Characters- Lucifer- Mammon- Leviathan

Fem reader

A/n: I finally decided to write for obey me! I got this idea a few days ago and ughh it wouldn’t leave my head so I HAD to write it! Sorry if the characters are a bit ooc! I need to start playing again🥹 (mc wears something like this!)

Angst to comfort(?)

You never showed your face to anyone, not even to close friends. You always make sure to not accidentally reveal your face to people when you're in public or just anywhere where anyone could see your face by mistake.

You don’t want them to see the unpleasant sight underneath your viel.

Hideous

That what you are

Someone who isn’t pretty or beautiful. You never really saw yourself as ugly. But when your ex fiancé made it his mission to make sure you knew you weren’t pretty, that's when you started believing his words and thinking that maybe he was right.

“Only a demon would ever think you're beautiful and marry you!”

Lucifer

The first time he saw you he didn’t really care about why you wore a veil. You were just an exchange student for diavolo program and nothing else.

Until later on. As your relationship with him and his brothers grew closer, and him then starting to grow feelings for you, he started to wonder why you cover your face. Of course he wouldn’t ask you, not wanting to offend you or make you upset so he decided to just ignore it and forget about it. Though he wouldn’t lie that he wasn’t curious about how you look under that veil that you always wear.

It was late at night and Lucifer did his nightly checks around the house to make sure his brothers weren’t up and doing something they weren’t supposed to do. After checking and seeing how his brothers are in their room he then started walking to his office to continue off where he left off.

Until he heard crying

He stopped and listened closely only to realize that the crying was coming from your room. Panic settled in him and he quickly made his way to your room. Opening the door to your room he was met with the awful sight of you kneeling down in front of a shattered mirror and your veil on the floor.

He slowly walked towards you while gently calling out your name.

“Mc?” You gasp and quickly cover your face with your hands. Even though your back was facing him you still covered your face, scared that he would accidentally see it.

“I-I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to disturb you”

His heart ache at the sight of your trembling figure and how weak your voice sounded.

He looked at the shards of glass and saw bits of blood. He then made you turn towards him which now he was able to see your bloody hands. Probably from you punching the mirror.

“Mc your bleeding”

“I’ll clean it up! No need-“

“Mc” You still have your hands covering your face. You couldn’t see the gentle expression that he had on as he tried to get you to lower your hands down so he can help you with your wounded hands.

“N-no! You’ll s-see my ugly face!”

His eyes widened at your words and he looked at you with a puzzled look.

“Ugly?”

“Yes! I’m ugly that why I cover my face”

“Mc….even if you think you're ugly, just know that I won’t ever think the same”

You slowly part your fingers to see him looking at you with a serious yet gentle look. You build up your confidence before taking your hands off your face and showing him your face.

You stared at him for any signs of disgust but found nothing and only him smiling at you with those beautiful lovely eyes of his.

He grabbed your face with both his hands

“You look beautiful”

Your eyes water at his words and you quickly pull him into a hug. He hugged you back and comforted you as you continued to cry.

“N-no one has ever said that to me before” He only hugged you tighter as he began cursing at the ones who dare to call you ugly.

Because they were wrong. You were a hidden gem underneath that veil.

“Now let’s clean those wounds you have there”

You nodded before letting him help you up.

“Thank you Lucifer”

Mammon

Mammon was a bit weirded out by the whole veil thing but also didn’t really care at first. But when the two of you made a pact and started to grow closer, he started to grow a little curious about why you wear the veil.

He was a bit scared to ask you. Scared he will offend you or worse, make you mad! So he decided to keep it to himself and wait until you either tell him why you cover your face or show him.

After all, the boy has grown to love you more than just a friend and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable of any sort.

He was just coming home from rad. He was excited to see you since you didn’t go to rad today because you didn’t feel good. He was the first one to make it back home since he literally rushed out the school gates to see you. As he set foot inside the house and was about to call for you he stopped when he heard the sound of glass shattering followed by a loud cry.

He quickly ran to your room and slammed the door open with a panic expression on his face.

“Mc?!” You flinched at his voice and quickly covered your face with your bloody hands.

“N-no! Go away go away!” His heart broke seeing you trying to shoo him away. Ignoring your protests he walked towards you and knelt down next to you.

“M-mc your bleeding!” He says as he then quickly runs to your bathroom to get a rag to clean up the blood on your hands.

He comes back and as he was about to take your hands away from your face you quickly back away.

“N-no! I’m hideous!”

His eyes widened and it took him a minute to process what you said.

“H-hideous?!”

“You won’t like what you’ll see once my hands are away from my face!”

His heart broke hearing you say such things. He puts the rag down before pulling you into a hug.

“Don’t say that. You aren’t ugly”

“But you haven’t seen my face yet”

“Even if I haven’t seen your face I know you aren’t ugly”

It took you a bit but you decided that it was finally time to show him the face you hid underneath the veil.

You pulled away from the hug and watched closely to see how he'd react.

He looks at you with such love in his eyes as he smiles down at you.

“Your beautiful mc”

Your eyes widened as he then kisses your forehead

“Whoever said you are ugly are definitely wrong! They have no idea what they’re talking about!”

You smiled at him

He made you fall even deeper in love with him

Leviathan

Levi didn’t notice that you were even wearing a veil at first since he was busy playing games on his DDD. But when he finally looked up from his phone, he was a bit surprised. He didn’t really make it a big deal but he wouldn’t lie that a few anime characters didn’t come to mind when he first saw you.

Once the two of you grew closer, he started wondering why you cover your face.

There was this one time when he accidentally blurted out why you cover your face during one of his nightly gaming marathons and was mortified when he realized what he said. He of course quickly apologized and then started blaming himself for being so stupid and not being careful about what he says.

It was late at night as usual and Levi was busy playing games on his computer. As he was reaching inside a bag of chips that he had next to him he realized that he finished it. Pausing his game, Levi decided to quickly make a run to the kitchen and get some snacks before returning back to his game.

As he was walking towards the kitchen, leviathan heard a noise coming from your room. He stops and listens closely and was able to hear your loud sobs coming from inside your room.

Panic washes over him as he questions what he should do. Quickly deciding that he should check up on you, levi slowly opens your bedroom door and peeks inside.

He gasps as he sees the broken mirror and your bloody fists. He then fully opens the door and rushes his way inside.

“M-mc! What happened?!”

“Levi? N-no! No get out please!” You say as you cover your face with a blanket.

He felt a bit hurt that you wanted him away but he ignores it when he sees your bloody hands.

“N-no! You're bleeding mc!”

“No! You can’t see me right now! I’m ugly!”

He stops and looks at you with wide and confused eyes.

“Ugly?”

“Yes! You can’t see me right now”

He watches as your body trembles and you trying your best to not let the blanket fall and show him your face.

“Don’t say that mc”

“But it’s true! You won’t like what you see”

He grabs your hands that were tightly gripping on the blanket and with your permission he takes your hands in his. Which causes the blanket to fall and reveal your face to him.

You avoid eye contact at first but when you suddenly gain a sense of confidence you look at levi only to see him already staring at you with rosy cheeks.

“Your beautiful mc” he says almost breathlessly. You stare at him in shock and he gently holds your hands against his.

“Don’t ever think your ugly mc…because your far from that”

“Levi” Your eyes water which caused him to panic. Thinking he might’ve said or done something wrong but soon relaxed when you pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you leviathan…no one has ever said that to me”

He could feel himself slowly turn red but he hugs you back nonetheless.

Should I make a part 2 with the rest of the brothers?

Anyways hope you guys like it!🤍

#inuiiwonderland🤍#obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #obey me angst #obey me fluff

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sadlvrgrrl · 6 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑.)

a daemon targaryen love story

Every night, when the moon is full and bright, he dreams of the one he calls his light.

disclaimer: daemon is extremely ooc

𝘸𝘤: 723

・❥・

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince of Westeros was far from pure. He was ruthless, stubborn, arrogant, and most of all, powerful. His blood was equivalent to a dragon, forged from the fiery pits of the seven hells. He was the deliverer of chaos and destruction, and no one was able to tame his savage inferno.

All until one; her.

She was the epitome of ethereal, a beauty so delicate, so pure in a way that she was too perfect for this world— too perfect for him. She was an angel forged of the purest light with hair as bright as the moon, skin as white as snow, and her eyes—

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly.

She was a blessing from the gods. A wish upon a shooting star. If he could, he would tear the whole world apart just to rebuild it brick by brick to a standard he deemed worthy of her existence. Worthy of her light— worthy of his light; Celethiel.

・❥・

Daemon follows the elen wisps through a sprawling forest, letting them guide his way with their light to their keeper. The tall trees towered over him, reaching into the heavens. Their branches weave together a dense canopy, shrouding the forest in shadow and only letting strings of moonlight spill through the gaps, filling the forest with a soft light.

As Daemon enters the clearing, his violet eyes instantly fall upon Celethiel sitting on a stone bench under a white willow tree. She was clad purely in white, and her hair was long and bright; like a moonlight river cascading down her back, casting a glow around her like a magical veil. The sight of her beauty was utterly spellbinding and mesmerizing, and Daemon was enchanted.

“Why do you linger in the shadows, my prince?” Said the enchantress. Her voice was silvery and melodious, like the sound of a fine harp.

“I only linger in the shadows not to hide from you, but to admire the beauty you emit, ñuha ōños.” said Daemon. “For you are a treasure of all treasures worth worshiping.”

A musical chuckle was the response; short and breathy. It filled Daemon with excitement, making him wanting more; more of her sweet melody of a harmonious mixture of grace and elegance.

While his eyes were fixed on her; hers was on the moon, gazing at it with a distant look of tranquility and longing. Daemon envied its fortune, for it had become the object of affections of the one he loved the most. Desiring nothing more than to be in the moon’s place so he can feel the touch of her eyes upon his own face. He walks up to Celethiel, and slowly kneels on the ground in front of her. Gently, he takes her hands in his. His warmth instantly melts the chillness of the night as their fingers interlace together.

“My love?” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“The moon...it's light shines brighter than ever before,” She said. “Mother must be happy.”

“I believe it is you that shines brighter, my love.” He said, his voice filled with tenderness and love. But her eyes have yet to stray away from the moon.

Daemon sighed, feeling defeated by the hold the moon had over his light. He slowly brings her hands up to his cheeks, wanting to feel the softness of her touch. Then his lips met with her smooth and delicate skin, and it felt as if he was kissing the finest silks in all of Arda.

“Celethiel…please…please look at me,” he spoke timidly. “kostilus.”

Daemon Targaryen, a man known for his arrogance, had willingly turned his pride into sand. A man known for his steel strength is now bent by his passion. Upon his knees, he begs his beloved for her love. His whole world is consumed by the one he desires most; his light.

Then suddenly, as time seemingly to stand still, her gaze has finally met his. And for the first time that night, he saw the stars that graced the night sky.

(𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.)

a/n: a little story info, celethiel is a valar; daughter of manwë and varda. instead of varda being associated with the stars, she represents the moon. i really hope you guys enjoyed this, and I'm so sorry it's short. i just haven't been getting enough inspiration and motivation to develop a fixed plot. maybe one day i'll come back to add on to this story.

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noodle-bin · 7 months

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Rotten Apple

Older!Edward Elric x fem!reader

Summary: You distract Edward from his work.

CW: smut, p in v, cyborg kink, boot worship, master honorifics, m receiving oral, ooc!edward

Word Count: 3k

Ao3 crosspost

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You listened to the gentle tapping of the typewriter as your lover tapped away at his desk. He had a concentrated look on his face with his hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, but even this was not able to hide its messiness. Its blondness seemed to glow with the soft light of the oil lamps around you. This was enough for you. To read and share a space with him while he worked on a few documents into the night.

Edward’s office job had gotten quite overwhelming recently, so you had been trying to share a loving moment with him in different ways. Even if it meant not being able to talk his ear off as per usual, and instead give way to calm quietness for his work. He promised this period of stress would end in a week once the documentation was turned in, but you burned with energy to be able to go back to normalcy. Nevertheless, the tapping of his metal fingers pushing down onto the metallic keys was a rhythmic lullaby, often making you want to gouge your eyes out and throw the entire typewriter out the window.

Calm evenings, quietness, and solitude my ass. Tonight, this calmness is not enough. No, tonight I get relief from the tapping and give way to a better way to spend this evening. Yes! Tonight I will get rid of his stress!

“What’s on your mind?” He called out as he continued to type.

You snapped out of your daze and turned towards him from where you were curled up in the loveseat of his office.

“Oh, nothing. Why do you ask?” You lied, trying to maintain your composure so as to not give away your dirty thoughts.

“Don’t give me that look if you know what’s good for you,” he said while giving you a look of his own.

He can read me like an open book.

“You should go to bed, princess. It’s late. I’ll be there soon.” He pushed on, trying to divert your attention away.

The metal on metal typing continued. You gazed at his porcelain skin giving way to the stark metal that attached at his right collarbone moving under his shirt. The metal glimmered in the flames of the lamps, the shapes dancing on his arm. Not only was his arm metal but so was his left leg. Both pieces worked perfectly as his auto mail, making him able to continue to move with ease. You remember the way the metal shimmered in the noon sun as you watched him spar with a colleague, and the way his metal leg shined in the light as he took a bath. You can remember it perfectly; legs crossed, arms at ease on each side of the tub, and his head cocked back onto a makeshift towel pillow. The wet hair clung to the sharp features on his face, and the longer strands wrapped around his shoulders like a golden veil.

“Princess. I really can’t continue to work on this if you keep staring at me like that.” He finally stopped typing and instead clasped his hands together to lean forward on his desk with his elbows.

You saw the chance and took it.

“Like what, Daddy?”

His expression changed when you called him by his honorific. You feigned innocence as you got up and started to walk towards him.

“Or is it Master tonight?” You teased once you got by his side. He chuckled, leaning back into his chair.

“I’d love to princess, but I don’t think that’s what you want tonight.”

“I just want to help.” You protested as you leaned in and kissed his chapped lips.

“Help?” He murmured against your lips, before taking charge by grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

You moaned out in approval before slowly breaking away and grabbing his metal hand. Its cold surface made you shiver in excitement as you kissed it. Every knuckle, every scrape, and every bend: you kissed it all. Mesmerized by its cool feeling against your lips, and the gentle clicks you heard inside as his fingers moved. His other hand gently moved the hair from your face, pushing it behind your ear, eventually tracing down to pull your chin to face him.

“On your knees.” He commanded softly.

Your heart picked up pace, the excitement finally setting in. You locked eyes with his gaze and lowered yourself onto your knees. He hummed in approval.

“What do you think a pretty little slave like you deserves from her master tonight?”

“Let me worship you, master.”

“Then begin. With my boots.”

Your heart picked up pace again as you lowered yourself to his shoes. They were a dark brown leather, their matte exterior attractive. They had an earthy scent, reminding you of how filthy this was. Slowly, you kissed up and down the shoe and licked it clean with your wet tongue. Embarrassment flared inside of you as you lifted your gaze to see your master. In this golden light, to see his metal arm, his golden veil, and hearing the gentle clicking of his metal leg just beside of you made the heat between your legs unbearable.

I want to worship him and his godly body.

You moved, arching your back and deepening your stance as you continued to pepper kisses over his shoe, creeping your way upwards to his ankle, just under his jeans, reaching the metal. He gently moved his foot from beneath you and used it to step your face onto the floor.

“Who said you were finished with my boots? You left the other boot unattended.” His deep voice shooting another wave of heat between your thighs.

“I’m sorry, master.” Your cheek was squished into the floor, making it difficult to speak. The heat of embarrassment flooded into your cheeks at the position you were in, uncomfortable.

“For apologizing like I taught you, I’ll let you try again without being punished.”

“T-thank you, master,” You stammered, internally kicking yourself for stammering.

“Good girl,” He purred before slowly lifting his foot from your face.

You started again, kissing on the brown leather, licking it up, and feeling the humiliating amount of slick beginning to run down your thighs from such a disgusting act. Little by little his boot was covered in trails of your saliva all while you tried to rub your thighs together for even a small amount of friction–for release.

“Up.”

You crawled closer in between his legs, hearing the soft clicking of his metal leg as he moved in a more comfortable position. You wanted to touch the coolness of the metal, to have his thighs close in on your face as you took him in your mouth.

“Please master, let me please you.”

He reached out to your face, playing with your lips.

“How do you plan on doing that, pet? You didn’t even know how to clean my boots. How could you try to please your master?”

“Please master, I promise I can do a good job! Let me prove myself, please,” You begged quietly.

“I didn’t quite catch that.” He grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you to him.

You were in shambles, the warmth in your belly excruciating. Again, you tried to rub your thighs to try to feel some sort of friction, but the slickness only continued to move down your thighs. Edward caught sight of this and smacked your cheek.

“Disobedient slut, who gave you permission to pleasure yourself while I’m talking to you?” He growled while grabbing your face, pressing further into the fresh sting on your cheek.

“I’m sorry master! Let me please you, please. I want you in my mouth.” You whimpered, struggling to talk with such a tight grip on your face.

He toyed with your lips again, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb, before tracing over the shape of them.

“Really? That badly?.” He teased before he pulled down his zipper. “Come please your master.”

You grabbed at his pants and underwear, eager to pull them off. Once removed, his metal leg was on full display in front of you, the small clicks continuing as he moved back into a comfortable position. Your gaze slowly lifted from his metal thigh to his fully erect cock with small beads of pre cum dripping from the tip. You reached forward, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs.

“No hands, my pet. Show your master how good you are at pleasing me.”

You pulled your hands behind your back, happy to oblige. Starting slow, peppering kisses all over his salty tip, gently licking the pre cum that has already spilled. You moved down, lips now slick with precum until his balls were in front of you while his cock pressed against your face. You sucked the soft skin, trying to elicit a reaction from your master, content with hearing him groan softly as he pet your hair. Continuing like this, licking a ball into your mouth, struggling to take both, all while hearing Edward’s small gasps. His fingers began to find their way into your hair before you pulled away from him with a pop. Content with the amount of teasing, you finally raised back up to the tip, licking the cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him, relishing in the feeling of his long thickness barely fitting in your mouth. Sucking greedily, you took him repeatedly, saliva dripping down your chin and his cock causing you to gag a little as it pressed against the back of your throat.

“Good girl, keep going. Just like that.” He groaned as he watched you, his hand finding its way to the back of your head to gently guide you back down on him.

The fire in your stomach grew as you got lost in the feeling of his cock deep in your throat, your hands trailing down to your thighs, aching to release the tension in you. You moaned at the sloppiness dripping down your chin, the tears pricking your eyes, before pulling away and gasping for breath. Edward slowly pushed you back down again, abusing your wet mouth.

“Almost there love, ugh.” He groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with you. The feeling overwhelmed you as he bucked his hips, using your mouth as his personal hole. The noises of your throat being used filled the room as you choked on him.

Spit continued to drip everywhere as your throat was abused, all for his pleasure. Tears ran down your cheeks, your breath becoming scarce before feeling his hips tremble. His cum shot into your throat as he pushed you down with his metal thigh over your head. You gagged at his base as all sorts of mixed liquids dripped out of your mouth. He finally let you go, a long string of saliva connecting you to his spent cock while tears dripped down your cheeks. You coughed and gasped for air, with a moment of heavy breathing filling the air as you recollected yourself.

He reached forward, holding your cheek in his hand, before he pulled the hair back from the nape of your neck, forcing you to expose your neck to him. You continued to gasp for air as he leaned down, peppering kissing all over your neck and jaw before kissing you. You got lost in the feeling of your lightheadedness while he tasted his own cum from your tongue.

Slowly, he picked you up and pushed piles of paper and his typewriter away from his desk. He then bent you over onto the cool wood of his desk, the temperature causing you to come back to reality. You felt his hands trail down your body before he got to the hem of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down, revealing the dripping mess between your thighs. He stayed like this, seeing the mess you made while pleasuring him. You burned under his gaze, your hole tightening at the absence of his cock.

“What’s this? My pet is a whore for enjoying choking on master’s dick so much.” He laughed before you felt his hand slap your dripping cunt, the metal slapping your clit. You jumped at the sudden pain, before you felt him slap your cunt again.

“Answer me. Did you enjoy licking my boots and sucking my cock? Huh?”

You nodded weakly, the heat becoming unbearable as you squirmed under his gaze.

He slapped your cunt again, causing you to moan from the stinging relief the cold metal of his hand brought you.

“Disobedient girl, I said answer me. Use your words.” His hand came down again, harder than before.

“Yes! Yes, master! I loved sucking your cock. I-I loved cleaning your boots.” You whimpered, mind hazy from being on the brink of release from the pain.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He teased, his metal fingers tracing your aching slit, pushing gently on your entrance.

“Please master, I need you in me.” You whimpered as you tried to push back onto his fingers.

He slapped your cunt again, holding your hips down with his other arm.

“Shhh, be patient, my pet. Take what master’s giving you.” He leaned forward, kissing your shoulder before tracing your entrance again, wetting his metal fingers with your slick. Finally, he pushed in, scissoring you open. You trembled around his fingers, tightening around the feeling of the coolness in contrast to your aching heat.

He continued this, before curling his fingers to your sweet spot that he knew so dearly.

“Is this where you want it, pet? Do you want your master to make you cum?”

“Yes- feels so good!” You felt the peak of your release coming closer as he pushed and played with the sweet spot in you, watching you tremble under his gaze. The world around you fades away as you cum onto his fingers, the tight band of pleasure shaking you.

You pant as you feel him slip his fingers out before his slick-covered fingers made their way to your mouth. You suck on them greedily, cleaning them up from the mess you had made.

“How do you want it?” He whispered as he hugged your body from behind, letting his weight cage you into him.

You stopped sucking his fingers and instead intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the wetness left behind from you. The coolness of his metal touch was a relief to the heat of the moment. Looking back at him, his soft gaze made your heart flutter.

“Use me however you please.” You squeezed his hand in anticipation.

He leaned forward and kissed you slowly before moving away and pushing your thighs flush together with his knees.

“Stay.”

You felt his soft tip push at your lips, spreading them, before slipping around in the wetness of your hole. He teased the entrance, wetting his cock with slick. Slowly, he filled you, touching deep into the heat of your stomach. You moaned out in content to finally be full with him, crying at the feeling of being stretched open. With your thighs forced together, the tightness of your cunt was overwhelming for the both of you.

“‘m so full, ah-” You moaned out, holding onto the edge of the desk.

He was so gentle after all of the previous rough treatment, letting you get used to being stretched open. He pulled out until only his tip was left before slowly pushing himself back inside, a torturous pace. You were glad at his gentleness, but wanted more.

His other hand found its way to your shoulder, and you knew the roughness would begin. He started to snap his hips into you, finding your sweet spot again, massaging it roughly with his thick tip. You let out a groan at the feeling of his cock pushing deep against your spot, causing filthy wet noises from your cunt.

“Master, so big-“ You moaned out, gripping the edge of the desk as he quickened his pace, his balls slapping against your clit.

His rough treatment continued as he shoved himself deep inside, pushing against the spot that was unwinding you piece by piece.

“What a pretty pet, taking my cock so nicely.” Edward grunted as he held onto your hips, driving himself deep inside.

He groaned as he fucked you harder. “Don’t open your legs. Fuck.”

Your mind got foggy, the feeling hypnotizing as all you could think of was his cock and the feeling building up inside. You drooled, the lewd noises were embarrassing, but all you could do was moan about it.

“Master wait- ‘m gonna cum!”

He pulled out completely.

“No master! Plea- NGH!”

He shoved himself back in completely and you lost it.

You couldn’t talk anymore as he thrusted inside of you balls deep, pushing against the spot that made you tremble. You felt his balls slap against your entrance, his cock burying itself into its home, deep inside. And you felt the slickness drip down your thighs—hard.

“I’m squirting! I’m squirting! Ah! Mm!!” Tears and drool rolled down your face, completely hypnotized by his touch.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum for your master. Let master feel you squeeze around my cock.” He grunted as he continued to fuck you roughly, chasing his own high. You trembled at the overstimulation, feeling the squirt drip down your thighs again.

“No, no! Stop!”

He pushed you face down onto the desk, fucking you happy. Tears pricked your eyes at the overstimulation, the pleasure hitting the edge of pain.

“No more!” You cried as he abused your sweet spot. You trembled as the feeling overtook your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“A little more baby, just a little more. Keep holding on for master.” He groaned as he kept snapping his hips flush against yours. This made you cry, but you didn’t want it to stop. The wetness dripped between your thighs, welcoming his rough treatment to your greedy hole. You spread your cheeks open, giving him a full view of your tight cunt hugging his cock with every thrust.

“Just like that, open for master. Be a good girl and take this dick.”

His pace faltered as you felt his hot seed drip inside as he buried himself deep inside of you. You both panted as you felt the mix of fluids dripping down your thighs.

After taking a quick breath, he pulled out and inspected the mess he had made of you. All fucked out, bent over his desk as his cum dripped down your thighs. His gaze trailed down as he caught sight at the wet puddle you had left on the floor. He spanked your ass several times before you felt his tongue lick your hole.

“No… no…” You shook your head and cried, the overstimulation was becoming unbearable again.

He licked you clean, sucking his own cum out of your hole. He shoved his cold, metal fingers inside again, pushing deep, curling down to your sweet spot.

“No no no!” You wriggled against him in protest.

He smacked your ass.

“Take it. This is what you’re good for, princess. To take my cock and fingers as I please.”

You cried as he pushed inside with his fingers.

“N-no.”

Your feelings were mixed. You were on cloud nine from the ecstasy, but he was pushing you to your limit.

“Please master. No more.” You weren’t ready to say your safe word, the pleasure and pain making your head spin.

“What a shame baby, you keep bucking your hips against my fingers. Your hole clearly wants my fingers too, you’re dripping onto them.” He chuckled as he continued to finger you.

You looked back at him, embarrassed to see his grin before he bit your ass.

“Too much… ngh!”

He finally pulled his fingers out and moved to kiss your tired, shaking body.

“Alright baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#edward elric x fem reader #edward elric x reader #edward elric smut #edward elric x reader smut #edward elric x you #edward elric

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writermask-0807-backupblog · 1 year

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TOSHINORI YAGI X READER {TRISTIS OCULIS." or: "YOU HAVE SAD EYES," }

A/N: It's Writermask, and it's my first post as the ✨BaCkUp bLoG✨!!! I officially got permission by Mod Eve (once-upon-a-scenario, you should really check them out if u already don't follow them), and am so happy!!! 😊this is a new writing s t y l e I've tried, and I hope u enjoy!!

Warnings: ooc Toshinori, mentions of blood, implications of abuse and depression.

HIS eyes are blue.

They're the most bluest you've ever seen- bright, bright sapphire hues, the rich spill of azure and cerulean over the black of the canvas, a slice of cloudless skies, the crystalline haze of the ocean.

And because you can recognize and dissect the character of a person through the shapes and colors of their eyes, (you know that sounds weird, and vaguely disturbing, even inside your head)- you know his eyes are the eyes of someone trustworthy, the eyes of a caring, friendly person- not the usually jaded, maybe even angry individual you usually encounter on these late night shifts.

(It's… refreshing, in a sense. Sort of, anyway. At least he's not glaring at you, impatiently grinding his teeth as you check his things out, or radiating the stifling aura of someone intimidating and not to be trifled with (like that Yakuza man with the cold, golden eyes that you met last week, but you digress), like the usual pew of customers that trickle in at this time of the night.

Instead, this man just looks… incredibly tired even as he manages a polite, feeble smile for you, and his skinny, frail-looking frame slumps with fatigue, like he's particularly world-weary today- as though the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders, heavy with a burden no-one but himself could possibly bear.

There are purple shadows under his eyes, and his cheeks are sunken in, and there's a certain hollowness to the way his sunflower-hued bangs veils his thin, tired face, a certain resignation to the way the sharp planes of his shoulders are hunched together, as he droops tiredly, looking like he's about to black out at any given moment.)

His eyes- those bright forget-me-not blues- they're the eyes of someone bright and cheerful (just… not right now), the eyes of a soft, caring person. They hold true kindness in them- the rare sort of kindness that's genuinely heartfelt, and you can already tell that this tall, lanky skeleton of a man has a big, big heart, and honestly, you have a shrewd feeling that he offers this silent gift of kindness- this unaffordable, rich gift of anyone and everyone who needs it.

And without even knowing this stranger, you just know he's the type of person who'd make a good hero. (Or maybe, the sort of person who's already a great hero, in his own way.) But despite all that, you glimpse something below that bottomless blue of his empty gaze, something hollow and empty, almost like…

Melancholy. Loneliness. Sadness.

And it’s contagious, somehow, in some way or another, and your heart aches for him- because you know that feeling all too well to not be acquainted with its presence, to the agony and inner turmoil that ensues with its touch.

The wilting look of frailty, of fragility in his lowered eyes reminds you of your own dark days- (of spending time curled in on yourself, of the constant hunger roaring through your stomach, of the gaping void of loss in your heart, the wet feel of metal flooding your mouth, of screaming and screaming and screaming for a help that never came-!)

You blink back the sudden bitter sting of memories flooding your mind, and you stare absently at him- at this poor, broken ghost of a man and wonder if this is how you once looked- once upon a time when you lost everything and everyone and had no more purpose to live, and his items suddenly goes limp in your hand as you lower them to the surface of the counter. The words spill out before you can stop them- hold them back, and for some reason, they taste sour on your tongue as you unconsciously murmur them out loud.

"Tristis Oculis."

The blonde startles at the sound of your voice slicing the silence apart, as though he's forgotten your presence for a moment, and then he straightens immediately, hands clenching into fists at his sides, as he goes stiff-shouldered and rigid-spined, like he's ready to be attacked. Despite the cordial smile that's still twisting his thin lips as he realizes there's only you- the entranced cashier behind the counter, there's a wary look in those tundra blue eyes as he tiredly meets your flustered gaze, but there's also confusion veiled behind the fatigue, curiosity laced behind the wariness.

"Sorry?"

He asks mildly, and you falter, breath hitching in your chest, eyes widening in absolute horror, as you realize that you've just voiced your musings aloud, and you slap your exasperated palms over your mouth, petrified at your blunder.

Pure and absolute mortification and embarrassment dawns on you as you realize what you'd just spoken, and you bow immediately, a hurricane of apologies falling uncontrollably from your lips, as shame weighs heavily in your chest, accompanied by the familiar stitch of gnawing guilt knitting your insides together into an uncomfortable, anxiety-induced bunch. You can feel heat rush to your face as your cheeks ignite in a wild, brilliant shade of ashamed scarlet.

You truly are sorry sorry sorry, you really hadn't meant to offend him any sort of way, you hadn't even meant to mutter that phrase aloud, you just-... You're awkward, and not really good at this, and you're deeply sorry, you really are. Sorry sorry sorry.

You tell him as much, your arm flailing about in wild, panicked gestures as you scrabble to bow even more deeply for apology, and you're pretty sure you've confused the poor man even more, as now he's blushing heavily too, wheezing something along the lines of "No, no, there's no need to apologize, really, it's fine!" as he forces a strained, awkward smile for your sake- an effort that doesn't go unnoticed by you, despite the terror clutching at your chest and the panic flooding your veins.

(Really, he's too kind-hearted.)

"But really, what did you mean by that phrase? I'm not… exactly familiar with it. "

The man says, when your panic finally dies down and all formal apologies has been exchanged between the somewhat exasperated him and your horrified self, tilting his head curiously, the corners of his mouth dipping down in a small, curious frown, and despite the blush of embarrassment coloring the apples of your cheeks, you can't help but compare him to an eager puppy. An eager, adorable puppy.

As soon as the thought forms, you snuff it out defiantly, cheeks are flaming even brighter at the- the audacity of it! He's your customer, for God's sake!

(But really, overlooking the momentarily halted drowsiness in his lanky, skeletal limbs, the fatigue sagging his shoulders and tiredness creasing his gaunt face, he really looks… cute. Not that he doesn't look cute regardless, but that's not the point!)

You startle nervously when you realize he's still looking at you, with those intensely blue, blue eyes, steady gaze a relentless blizzard, and you wring your hands together in a nervous tick as you begin to explain your… strangeness.

"T-tristis Oculis. It's um," You smile awkwardly at him, hoping to ease the storm of tension rolling thickly through the atmosphere, (that apparently only you seemed to detect, as the blonde seemed too preoccupied with searching your eyes for an answer.) "It's a- um, a Latin saying. It, uh, it means sad eyes."

You answer, stuttering around the dryness in your mouth, and you tongue feels like a heavy, unmoving weight in your mouth as you reply, fingers flexing tightly as you fist the fabric of your shirt in your clenched palms, to soothe your forever worsening anxiety, and you can feel the flush on your cheeks sear even hotter.

He stays silent, unreadable, (you get the feeling that he's normally a very expressive person, but just… not right now. Maybe you hit a nerve, or finally offended him in some way?) and you begin to panic once more. You fumble to say something, to break the awkward, heavy silence but you fail for the proper words as your mind blanks of all coherent thoughts, meek voice withering at the back of your throat as you desperately try to breathe around the knot of panic squeezing your chest, and your heart lodges in your throat, hammering wildly.

Before you can say anything, however, he speaks first, shattering the pregnant silence, and his voice is an incredibly, deceptively soft whisper, like he's on the verge of breaking down.

"How do you perceive my eyes as sad?"

His cobalt gaze is steady and hard- unlike the barely concealed tremors in his voice, and it pierces right through you, and as you try your very best not to shrink and fidget under the heavy weight of his gaze, you get washed by a sudden, strange sensation that feels odd in the most strangest of ways- like he's peering right into your soul.

(But despite the firmness in his stare, you see the minute shifts, see the way he falters, the smallest of breaths hitching in his chest, the slight widening of those powder blue eyes, the edges of darkness licking at his vision. Honestly, it's tragic, in a sense, because it's like looking into a shattered mirror and seeing what had once been yourself.)

Your heart stutters and throttles in your heaving chest, and you swallow thickly, unsure as to how to answer properly, feeling as though you're treading on very thin ice. It doesn't feel like he’s going to hurt you, however. More like how you were going to hurt him, instead.

You're seized by a sudden melancholy, somber feeling, and you feel the embarrassment ebbing away as you meet the crystal blue of his gaze, and you feel like you're sharing something of a very private, intimate moment, despite both of you barely knowing each other at all.

You decide not to lie. This moment feels too intimate, too precious for you to do so.

The truth is heavy and bittersweet on your tongue as you voice it aloud, and there's still a bashfulness in the way you fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you reply, cheeks flooding with crimson. (You're pretty sure you resemble nothing short of a very red tomato at this point.)

There's a note of strength, a wavering finality in your tone, however- one that leaves no room for argument.

"You- your eyes looked sad. And I- I know it's probably offensive and probably not my place, but, um, you look like someone that's normally really happy and bright, but- just, just very tired right now. Like you're afraid and broken and you want to be helped, but there's no-one for you to call out for… "

And indeed, despite the genuine friendliness and kindness and care that's thinly veiled behind the tire brimming in the ocean blue of his gaze, he has the saddest eyes you've ever seen- like he's breathed the air of war, tasted the bitterness of death and rot- like he's lost too many people and he's afraid and too broken to lose anymore.

(Like he's been strong for too long.)

(There's something unsaid crossing your tongue, and despite the fact that you don't speak it out loud, you know the both of you can hear it's silent voice- because you're both survivors, and you both can recognize and understand each other's pain, hear the desperation better than anyone else ever will.

"I know that look, because I've been there before- in that dark, dreary place you're in right now.")

When you finally muster enough strength to raise your heavy gaze and meet his blistering stare (it's softened considerably), there's a pearlescent liquid collecting at the corners of his eyes, something raw and painful and filled with pure, unadulterated hurt smoldering in his eyes, and it makes your own eyes water with white-hot emotion.

(Because you know exactly how this feels- know how much relief and liberation fills you when someone recognizes your torment and offers help- no matter how meager it is, when your cracks are allowed to mend, when the agony lessens even if it is only by the mercy of some kind words and a gentle smile.)

And as the late evening light of the dying sun spills through the windows, the filter of waning sunlight silhouettes his sharp, lanky (not-so-stiff) profile in spools of molten gold and honey, highlighting the honeycomb color of his wild, wild mane of a hair, and his eyes, those bright, bright sapphire hues gleam like freshly cut gemstones, forget-me-not blues so very vivid and glimmering with a renewed color and life that wasn't there before.

He's smiling through the tears as he lifts a palm to rub at the corners of his eyes, and it's a tender, soft sort of smile, not quite as bright and cheerful as he might've wanted it to be, all sweet and appreciative and gentle as the corners of his eyes crease into half-moons with the force of it.

(And your heart skips a beat as it lurches forward in your chest, and your breath halts, sitting still in your lungs, and your eyes widen, because his smile is so, so beautiful.)

You suddenly realize that nobody else has noticed his pain, tried to heal his hurt the way you have, and the revelation makes your own heart ache for him in the most bittersweetest of ways, and you welcome the pain that follows.

"And the part- the part where you said I'd make a good hero?"

He asks, and there's sort of a hesitation- a tone of rippling hope and childish innocence in his voice that would make anyone buckle at the knees and coo at him, and you feel your cheeks flush scarlet once again. Had you mentioned that part out loud too? Gosh, you're really awkward, aren't you?

His eyes are blue, and they're brimming with a sort of childish inquisition and the rim of tears and hope that you absolutely cannot bear to crush.

So- bearing your broadest, most brightest grin, you answer honestly, and you can't help but love the way those deep forget-me-not blues seem to light up from the inside out.

"I fully believe it."

{BONUS}:-

(And maybe, you'll never learn the secret that the man you would come to know as Toshinori Yagi, and eventually to your best friend and then to your lover, was really the Number One Hero All Might himself, and that on that day, and many days after that, you would be his hero- the person who'd seen him at his lowest and help him climb back onto his feet once again.)

FIN -

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roleplaystop · 3 months

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Hello! I am Castor (She/her, 21+) and I am looking for people for my new discord server, for a fantasy roleplay that I would love to do! The server is 18+, so minors, please do not interact as I don't feel comfortable roleplaying with anyone under 18. This is a fandomless roleplay, so only OCs are allowed.

🌿 What I am looking for:

People that are enthusiastic about character creation.

People's that are engaging and are able to help carry the plot (Please don't let you character be a bystander)

Easy going roleplayers. I do not want drama in OOC chat, leave that for the actual roleplay.

Semi-Lit to Literate writers

NOTE: I am EST, so I would also prefer people in the same time zone or usut a few hours ahead of me or behind me so that we can all be active at the same time. Keep in mind that I work (as I assume we all do) so communication is key. Let me know if you can take part in a session. I don't need a reason, just let me know if you don't be on. This rp will most likely take place on the weekends, but we can discuss this further in OOC.

🌿 Setting:

I have based this rp between a dimension I have created for my novels (Isla) and a town that I have created named Lonest, located in the state of Washington. The main setting is in the Undergrove, a program for young supernatural beings that need more help to control their abilities. The Undergrove is located under the prestigious school known as Arcane University in Lonest.

🌿 Plot:

Your character has been invited to walk the halls of the prestigious Undergrove Program, located under Arcane University in the gloomy and rainy town of Lonest, Washington.

Here, they will learn how to control their abilities and by the end, they shall be sent out into the world the knowledge of how to better control and use the abilities that have been given to them.

Undergrove was founded by a mysterious family, keeping themselves under wraps and away from the eyes of those that they see as Outsiders—a few of them having walked the halls of Undergrove themselves.

The school was created to protect the mortals world from the thinning veils that separate the mortal realm and the realm of the dead—the realm of chaos. And while the school has an amazing reputation, one can not help but take notice of the disappearance of three of them top students—the De La Cruz sisters and a boy that came from the founder's family.

The staff, while helpful and well meaning may be hiding something darker than any of the students could imagine. Why do they act weird when questioned about the disappearances? Why are they afraid of the founders? And what happened to the missing students?

It is the job of our characters to uncover the deep dark secrets of this place, and maybe even someone in their own ranks.

Will you join?

🌿Acceptance letter:

To whom it may concern,

It is with great pleasure that we inform you of your acceptance into the esteemed program of Undergrove. You have been selected amongst an elite few who possess the necessary skills, knowledge, and strength to protect the mortal world from the dark and deadly forces beyond understanding.

The very name of Undergrove speaks to the nature of our work. Our organization is shrouded in mystery and darkness, and our purpose is to maintain the balance between the light and the shadows. You have shown a keen interest in the realm of death, night, and the unknown, and we believe that you will thrive in our environment.

Undergrove is a place of ancient knowledge and secrets, where the art of combat and the mastery of the arcane are practiced with equal fervor. You will be among peers who share your passions and interests, and you will be challenged to push yourself beyond your limits.

Our work is not for the faint of heart. You will be tasked with defending the mortal world from the very things that go bump in the night. Demonic forces, undead armies, and eldritch horrors beyond comprehension all threaten to tear apart the fabric of reality. But fear not, for you will be trained by the very best, and armed with the most powerful weapons and spells at your disposal.

You will be living in a world of darkness, but it will be a world of excitement, adventure, and thrill. You will be part of a long-standing tradition of guardians of the night, and you will be responsible for upholding our sacred oath to protect humanity from the terrors that lurk beyond the veil.

Your journey into the unknown begins now. Pack your bags, say your goodbyes, and prepare for a life of darkness, death, and night. Welcome to Undergrove, and welcome to the fight.

Yours in the shadows,

The Council of Undergrove

🌿Rules:

Please be 18+

One character limit (though your character can have a pet)

No controlling the characters of another

NSFW topics and darker topics are allowed but please respect the triggers of others.

This is a safe place for LGBTQ+ roleplayers and characters. I will not tolerate homophobia. You'll be booted faster than you can blink.

No Op characters. I don't care about the abilities that your characters have but they can not have all the knowledge of everyone and everything.

No god Ocs. I usually don't place a restriction on what race your character is, but I already have my own, original gifs that rule over Isla, and that watch over Lonest.

No drama. Keep it in the rp.

Please do not treat this server as a dating server or site...we are here to rp, not be badgered to date the person behind the character.

Have fun!

I only rp on Discord. My contact is Castor#0039. Message me and I will send the link to the server.

Discord - Castor#0039

#Discord RP Server #Discord RP #Fandomless RP #OC RP #18+ RP #Group RP

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pupmusebox · 17 days

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(Little note that I'm going to slowly open up on, something that I copy/pasted from another blog of mine and putting under the cut. Few tiny edits from the original post though.)

Taking a bit of time to open up a little about something, mostly due to not being accepted as how I feel as a fella really but I still identify myself as transmasculine. I didn’t realize of how I felt till my last few years of high school and I rarely was able to express myself openly, due to being unsure of how others take it at home and the like. Been in the closet for a good few years since then and wrestling with keeping a mask of a smile on for my parents while keeping my own feelings buried underneath it as a result, I’m not too keen of dress/skirt wearing mostly due to it being a forced thing (especially on having my ears pierced as well) since it be the way that one must go as a woman (old fashioned of how my mom is on that). It’s something that makes me feel uncomfortable and emotional when not sure where to look for help plus it’s difficult for native people to get help, least from what I seen here around where I live plus it’s a small town to be honest when out in the sticks if that be a way to put it. Why that I’m so quiet of this is due to a poorly timed note that I given my mom shortly after my graduation which didn’t go over well and which was told to my aunt (who expressed clear dislike when told of that), though as time rolls along I still consider myself a fella though I still don't look quite like my inner self would. Though I do hope one day in the future I can lift this veil around myself and not have to struggle in hiding this, tell the truth I still cry of this from time to time since it’s something I hold out for even when in a rough environment that I keep quiet of due to not wishing to have it bleed over to others. While I’m not very talkative of ooc things with others much aside from a few that I managed to ease open to when talking, I’m glad to have a small circle of people that I can be chill with and message as well given I had rough times when I be told that I was too much when poking messages before stepping away with a sad heart from those kinds of people. I’d like to be myself without someone being judging like how my mom is since she tends to show not much like to people that are trans and it dampens my mood on telling her how I feel of myself after that bad first time (plus I’m very shy in talking and I use written notes or texts to tell what I feel), while I’m scared of losing my voice’s tone since I don't plan on doing/taking or have surgery either in the future… due to my secret liking of singing that I like to do when alone. I like trying to hit the high notes when listening to musics that I come to like but too scared to sing for others due to being too shy, even though I did have choir classes once but I dropped out due to that constant anxiety that I get when stared at by others while up front. For now I’ll endure being locked away in a cage till able to fly if I can due to never having flown before, though I hope that others in the closet and in similar spots can hold out till able to be free as well. I’ll stop since this is a bit long now but have a wonderful day/night, from your quiet 'cryptid’ of a mun. :'3

#out of yips

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vischys · 10 months

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I have been harboring this urge to make a secondary blog for an AU!Vergil in the Elden Ring universe, but each time deterred by the fact that I won't be able to maintain it regularly given the already lack of time that can be spared. *unfulfilled writer sobbing*

#under veil of night 『ooc』

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rpxoxo · 1 year

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#event #event03

gossipgirl appearances can be deceiving. from friends to hair color, there's often more than meets the eye. but most of the time, what you see is what you get. either way, you'll need to put on your best face for this one. we hear a certain royal is having a birthday. happy 26th, queen s. or is it? we'll find out soon enough. when? may 21, 9 pm till whenever. where? nine. don't worry if you've never heard of it. no one has. it's a brand new club on apgujeong rodeo celebrating its opening night with queen s's party. what to wear? it depends. are you a saint or are you a sinner? i suppose it doesn't really matter since it'll be a masquerade, so you can come as who you really are or who you wish you were. what to bring? yourself, your most beautiful friends, and of course, a present! that’s right. our benevolent queen s has extended an open invitation to everyone. expect hell to be empty on may 21, because all the devils will be at nine. and of course, our favorite part about a masquerade: masks come off at midnight. but do you want to know what i really love about masks? they can be ripped off at any time. see you there! xoxo —gossip girl

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saints and sinners. this is a highly anticipated event in the social calendar celebrating na aera's birthday. it will be held in a brand new club in apgujeong, nine, on the night of may 21. saints and sinners is a themed costume and masquerade party. guests are expected to arrive dressed as their take on the ‘saints and sinners’ theme. devil horns, angel wings, halo headbands, virgin mary’s veil, serpent from the garden, etc—get creative! decadence, extravagance, debauchery—you name it; all the vices are coming and virtues have been advised to stay home. there are few rules under this roof: dress to impress, bring a gift and have fun.

dj dante, a very popular dj, is expected to turn the tables until the party ends. gift tables are located by the entrance. there are three lavish private rooms located down a staircase hidden from plain view, if you know who to ask. there is no vip section as the party is an open invitation. all characters are free to attend. since it’s an open invite, there will be a line around the block of hopefuls trying to get in and peek a glance at the life of the rich and glamorous that they’ve only seen through their cellphone screens. everyone is required to keep their masks on once inside; masks come off at midnight, with a 30-second countdown that everyone will participate in.

SCHEDULE

9 PM - party starts.

11:11 PM - birthday cake is brought out. everyone gathers to sing happy birthday. birthday girl makes a wish and blows out her candles. party resumes.

11:59:30 PM - countdown to midnight begins, led by the birthday girl and dj.

12 AM - masks off. party resumes.

sometime the next morning - party ends.

EVENT ACTIVITY

if your character will be attending, you must make a post about what they’re wearing to the party by may 25. this post must state whether they came as a saint or a sinner, and at least a brief description of what their mask looks like. this post can be anything from a short one-paragraph text post describing their outfit to a media edit with pictures. tag the main blog in this post. (if you would like, you can also include additional info like who they got ready with, who they’re bringing, what gift they’re bringing, what their itinerary for the night looks like, wanted connections for the event, any headcanons, etcetera.) this post will count as an ic post for activity check.

this is a para-pairing event to encourage interaction among all characters and members! all attendees will be randomly paired for an event-themed interaction, prioritizing pairs who haven't interacted yet on dash. a prompt will be provided for the interaction. prompts and pairings will be sent out via submit box from may 28-june 1, so make sure to have your submit open.

ooc info

this event is open and optional to all muses.

since this event is more involved than usual and comes with an activity, it will be the event for the months of may and june. (this is to give everyone enough time to plot and start new interactions, as well as finish interactions and conclude plots from past events. to avoid a pile up of outdated threads, it is highly encouraged that you wrap up threads and plots from past events before starting new ones for this event.)

you may start interactions about this event until june 30.

use the tag #xoxo.event03 for all posts about this event.

approach the main blog if you have any questions.

#xoxo.event #xoxo.event03

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aj-the-terrible · 6 months

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Bitter : One {Aro x Fem!Reader}

Author's Note: This is my first real writing for a long time so PLEASE give me feedback. Tell me if I need to add more detail, if the characters seem kind of OOC, if the world building needs some more work. I will not be offended. This is the first part so it's main objective is to give background on the story so feel free to give suggestions or thoughts on what might happen next. Please enjoy!

Side Note: I felt a Fem!reader suited more for what I had in mind for the story, but if you would like a more variety of pronouns, please pair it with any suggestions you make.

Please Enjoy!

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I like to think that God heard my prayers that day, but I know I was saved by the Devil himself, and I will forever be his servant.

It was my big day. The sun was setting gorgeously along the horizon. Italy at this time of day was my favorite. It was when everybody turned in for the night, dreaming of tomorrow. It was a shame I was here under horrible circumstances. A soft knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts.

“It’s time," rang the voice. No joy or excitement could be heard from their voice. A sad ballet played in the atmosphere of the building.

I wore a red wedding gown, the last sign of my rebellion against my family. Red was my favorite color, always has been, and forever will be. It was in the style I had always wanted. A floor-length ball gown with intricate embroidery and lace on the bodice The lacey sleeves flowed down past my wrists. The finishing touch of my red veil flowed behind me as I walked the aisle.

Silent tears rolled down my face as the music chimed in my ears and I stepped through the ceremonial doors. Getting married to a man I did not love or even like was going to be my undoing. I had dreamed of doing so much more with my life, but now I would only be a trophy wife.

It was my “in-laws” fault. They had heard me, the daughter of the largest stockholder in the area and a world-class violinist, had slept with their son, Marc, and an evil plan had been formulated. They spread rumors and even showed evidence to Marc that I was pregnant. He insisted we get married, and my family did too. I had never seen my aunt Judy turn that shade of red before. Nobody believed me when I told them the truth. Marc’s family spouted lie after lie. But I just didn't care anymore about how I got to this point.

The tears were gone when I made it to the altar. I was irritated; I just wanted everything to go back to how it was. I wanted my freedom back. I wanted my choice back.

I looked up to the man, who was oblivious to all the wrongs he was doing to me, and stared resentfully into his eyes. He didn't seem phased by my dried tears or sour expression. I turned to look back at the guests and became even more bitter.

I wanted a grand wedding one day, one filled with the people I loved. Now I was stuck with my freedom in another person’s hands. Andin a room with everybody who wanted to either marry me off or cause me emotional, and maybe even physical, harm

I had tried to run away, but they caught me, and there hasn’t been another opening in a long time. I was so stupid getting caught; I should have waited longer. And now, here I am in front of our families and maybe some of Marc’s friends, about to become a shell of myself for the rest of my life. Anyone who didn’t agree with the wedding was not welcome at the wedding, which included the people I cared about most.

I didn't realize how close my life was to being officially over until the priest said "Speak now or forever hold your piece". The tears started up again. I was going to be bonded forever to somebody so blind and a family so vile. What more could they do to me?

"I object." Someone, whom I hoped was my savior, spoke. Everybody turned towards the church entrance, and there stood a group of eight people clad in black cloaks. Even from that distance, I could tell exactly what color their eyes were. Red. Blood Red.

My mother stood from her seat up front and turned to sneer, "And who are you to object!?"

Like lightning, the whole group was suddenly standing between the altar and the guests that sat in the church rows.

"Someone who thinks the bride and groom are not fit for each other." The man had porcelain skin and black hair that was slightly past his shoulders. A wicked smile spread across his face as he slowly turned and looked at everyone in the room. When his eyes stopped on me, I couldn’t help but feel fear creep through my body. His eyes were wild, almost animalistic. He was more dangerous than anyone I had ever met before. His stare made my need to run even higher.

I merely blinked before I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a hand wrap around Marc’s throat. A face was in his neck, and then I heard him scream. The whole room was filled with screams and blood within a few seconds. I was frozen in fear as chaos erupted around me.

I then saw the black-haired man, who spoke before slowly creeping his way towards me. With the way he looked at me, I was sure he was a cannibal, and from the way I saw the blurs of his comrades out the corner of my eye, it seemed like a cannibal with superhuman abilities.

My body filled with adrenaline as I turned my head to run and was slammed on my back. I couldn't even take my first step to try and escape. A hand around my throat squeezed tightly. A pair of familiar blood-red eyes stared into my soul. His black hair hung gracefully like a curtain on the sides of our heads as he moved his face closer to my ear.

"Always a bridesmaid, but never a bride," he whispered in my ear before I felt him bite into my neck. My scream got stuck in my throat. I tried to claw out of his grasp, but it was like prying a stone from brick from a wall.

I didn’t know how much worse my wedding day could go until the cannibal began to suck out the blood in my neck. The pain of being drained like a blood bag was excruciating; it felt like I could faint from the pain alone. It didn’t last long, thankfully.

The cannibal man threw himself away from me and began gagging on the blood he had taken from me. He looked like he ate a bitter fruit. He even started coughing.

I coughed and my lungs to finally having oxygen again and quickly applied pressure to my bloodied neck. This was my chance to try and run again.

‘Fuck everybody else in the room; I need to get away.’ I stood up and ran about three steps before I was grabbed from behind. I couldn’t tell who it was. Another set of fangs entered my body; this time they were along my shoulder. My scream filled the room this time. My body throbbed in pain, but then I heard a gasp, and I was let go again. I stumbled before running again; I wasn't going to stop now. I had to keep going.

As I was about to get down the altar step, a hand wrapped around my throat and lifted me straight into the air. The lack of oxygen was going to put me into a coma if this continued. I heard a deep growl.

"Who are you?" It was the same cannibal man that bit me the first time.

I struggled as he squeezed my throat tighter. I couldn’t tell him my name if I wanted to. I began to fade un and out of consciousness. The black dots were dancing along my vision. I couldn't hear the screams of my wedding attendees anymore, and then I felt like I was being watched by more than one human-eating creature now.

"What happened?" A strawberry-blonde man glared at me. The black-haired creature stared at me, frustrated, before dropping me on the cold, hard floor. I gasped for air, like a fish out of water. I felt weak: my hands seemed to shake from trying to hold myself up.

"This one is a frustrating dilemma. She will be taken back with us immediately!” The man with black hair walked angrily away, taking two more creatures with him, leaving me with five pairs of red eyes.

I only stared at the red eyes around me in fear. The blood of the dead around us had certainly been the cause of all their cloaks looking heavy and wet. I didn’t even look around at the bloodless bodies in the church because I knew I would be sick. I can't fathom why it had to come to this. My life only got worse and worse. Why did this have to happen to me?

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Thank you for reading! If you have any feedback, I happily encourage you to tell me what you think!

And as of right now(when this is posted), I believe this fanfiction will be a 4 or 5 part series, so be on the lookout!

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