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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 4 months

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Hallowed

Pairing: Michael Gavey (Saltburn) x f!reader Warnings: Toxic relationship dynamics, face sitting, smut. Word count: ~1.3k

Summary: Her Early Medieval Literature essay is due, and Michael has his own cruel way of ensuring she stays focused.

Author's note: Can be read as part two of this fic, but also works as a standalone. Day six of the Smuffmas prompts - "future and face sitting". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She lounges on Michael’s bed, clad in only knickers and one of his t-shirts, a copy of the Canterbury Tales grasped lightly between her fingers. Her eyes move over the words of Chaucer, but take none of them in, how could they? His long fingers draw lazy circles on her ankle, her legs stretched out up to the pillows where he reclines, the duvet wrapped around his bare midriff while he reads from a textbook called the Book of Proof.

Life feels simpler since Michael has entered it, despite the turbulent beginnings. She has given up her friends, under his advice, and there is now far less pressure to conform. Her only focuses are her studies and pleasing him, the latter of the two she takes great pleasure in.

It is always on his terms; when they see each other, what they do, how they do it, and despite his obvious initial inexperience he is a fast learner. His ability to make her fall apart, to make her relinquish all control is something he does expertly. The slight fear she feels towards him only adds to the excitement; he could destroy her if he wanted to, but if she plays nicely then he won’t, and she is more than happy to play nicely when the rewards for doing so are as satisfying as they are.

She sighs, his fingers upon her flesh making her core throb with want, even from the simple gesture of absentmindedly touching her leg. She lets her book slip from her fingers, raising up on her elbow to look at him.

“Michael…” she whines.

He looks at her impassively, adjusting his glasses. “The first of your three essays is due soon, isn’t it?”

“Mmm,” she responds with a roll of her eyes, flopping back down and stretching her arms above her head. “Early Medieval Literature.”

His hand moves from her ankle, fingertips ghosting over the exposed skin between the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband of her underwear. “And what have you written?”

She shivers beneath his touch, squirming slightly. “Am I really here to study?”

“I’ve no interest in sleeping with a failing literature student,” he pulls his hand away and she immediately misses his warmth. “So tell me.”

She groans in frustration. “Oh, I don’t know. Probably something about irony in the Merchant’s Tale.”

His textbook thuds closed and she hears the heavy sound of him dropping it onto the bedside table. When she chances to glance up at him she sees he is sitting straighter in the bed, his gaze hardened as he looks at her. “Probably?! You mean you haven’t started it? Have you even thought about your thesis statement, your in-depth analysis or how you’re going to conclude your ideas, if you’ve even had any?”

“Oh, come on,” she says softly, sitting up and reaching for him. “There’s still time. Can’t we just–”

“No,” he cuts her off. “I’ve been spoiling you, and it’s made you stupid.”

“I’m not stupid!” She protests. “If I remember correctly, it was you who called my degree a ‘glorified book club’.”

“You still need to try,” he tells her, frowning.

“You don’t try,” she argues with a shrug,” and marks in your first year don’t count towards the final degree.”

“I don’t have to try, but I still get firsts in everything. Marks this year may not count towards the final degree you get, but they count towards you keeping your scholarship. Think about your future instead of being a fucking brat for once in your life.”

His words are a sharp sting to her already fragile ego, and she lowers her gaze, fighting the sudden urge to cry.

“I’m not touching you again until your essay’s handed in and I’ve seen what your mark is.”

Her head snaps up, eyes wide with disbelief as she looks at him, searching his features for any indication that he’s being unserious. She finds none; he really means it.

“And you’re not to touch yourself. I’ll know.”

The next two weeks are torturous for her. On the occasions that Michael does invite her to his room, there is no more casual half dressed lounging on his bed. Instead, he has a study space set up for her at his desk, and won’t allow her to speak or leave until she has at least a thousand words written.

They meet up in the library during free periods so that he can read through what she’s written, and her skin burns hot with humiliation each time he screws up a page and throws it into the waste paper bin, calling her arguments “lazy” and “uninspired”.

It lights a fire of determination beneath her, but bubbling under the surface is also a heightened state of arousal, driven by the lack of intimacy, and the fact that she finds that she likes it when he is so authoritative over her.

By the time she has finished, she has produced an essay that both her and Michael are satisfied with; it discusses the use of irony in Chaucer’s poem, the Merchant's Tale. She has used a number of excerpts and lines from the poem for analysis, revealing the instances of irony in each, and from this has determined that the irony Chaucer used in the Merchant's Tale is controlled.

Her eyes light up when Professor Ware hands it back, and she sees the 85% that’s circled at the top of it.

A first.

She feels giddy with excitement as she knocks on Michael’s door that evening, brandishing the now dog-eared pages at him as he opens the door.

“A first, I got a first!” She squeals, watching as he takes the essay from her, his eyes moving slowly over the top page.

“Hmmm,” he settles it down on the desk, removing his glasses and placing them on top. “Take off your jeans and underwear.”

“Wha–what?” She stammers, her grin fading.

“You want your reward, don’t you?” He asks, moving to lay back on the bed.

She swallows thickly, excitement fluttering in her lower belly, as she quickly complies, ridding herself of the clothing that covers her lower half.

“Come here,” he commands softly.

She joins him on the bed, a gasp leaving her as he manhandles her until her knees are positioned either side of his head.

“My clever girl,” he whispers. His words could be mistaken for softness, were they not directly juxtaposed by the rapid darkening of his blue eyes, and the way his thumbs drag across the indentations between her thighs and pelvis. “I knew you could do it, you just needed a little…push.”

He drags his tongue from her opening all the way to her pearl, and her jaw goes slack, the wet sensation making her clench as she falls forward, hands clawing at the wall in front of her.

His grip on her thighs tightens and he tugs her flush against his face, the sloppy sounds of him devouring her are lewd combined with the wanton cries of pleasure that tumble from her lips.

She feels her mind go blank as he inserts his tongue inside of her, keeping it rigid as she begins to grind herself in a circular motion, keeping his nose pressed against where she needs it most, desperately chasing the release she’s needed the last couple of weeks.

His hum of appreciation reverberates through her core, and as he withdraws from her, plush lips wrapping around her sensitive bundle of nerves she feels herself fall apart as the growing ache intensifies, completely at his mercy as he laps at her, while white hot waves of pleasure wash over her.

She raises up when it becomes too much, jerking at how oversensitive she feels and gazes down at him through heavy lidded eyes, breathless.

He looks like an utterly different person without his glasses, almost kind, though she knows better. His chin is shiny with her slick as he smirks up at her.

“You’ve worked so hard,” he says quietly, though the edge of malevolence to his voice is unmistakable. “But don’t worry, you can give that pretty little mind of yours a rest while I fuck you stupid again.”

She is powerless to resist as he tugs her back to his face once more, beginning the exquisite torture all over again.

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luvwoniez · 2 months

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Flowers for Enhypen.

Synopsis; Seven flowers that represented your special moments with the Enhypen members.

Pairing(s)/Extra(s); Enhypen x GN!Reader (Separate)

Word Count; 4.9k

Genre; Romance, Fluff, Some Non-idol AU

Warnings; Slight angst

—Yang Jungwon. Cattleya

Cute. He’s always been called cute. Usually, Jungwon never minded such a thing; it was a simple compliment with a lot of evidence to back up such an opinion. It was something he accepted gracefully from his family and friends. But there was just something about you calling him cute that made his stomach churn.

Those icky feelings didn’t stop there either. He got it every time you patted his head as you called him adorable (“like a kitten,” you said once. It took everything in him not to hiss at the comment like one). It made his brow furrow and lips pout in annoyance when you treated him as if you two were still the little kids who met each other in kindergarten.

And it only confused him to no end when he felt his heart skip a beat when you asked him to grab something off the top library shelf for you, a winning acknowledgment of the fact that yes, Jungwon had grown into a proper man now. A man worthy of earning your affections and making you feel loved like he’d been planning to since he realized he was in love with you. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed by how you still treated him like a brother.

That’s how he found himself confronting you, caging you against the wall with his tall build puffing up and blocking anything else in front of you that wasn’t him. It was uncharacteristic and just the slightest bit uncalled for, yes, but he couldn’t take it anymore with how much you babied him as if he were your little brother and not a guy who was so clearly into you despite his oh-so-obvious attempts to make it known. The cup that was filled with his frustrations was bound to spill over at some point.

His eyes bore into you. Within them, you could catch the mix of impatience, worry, irritation, and– most importantly– affection. The kind that you’ve sworn was just a figment of your imagination: an excuse you told yourself repeatedly because there was no way you should be looking at your best friend the way a lover should. It was risky, and you weren’t just going to sacrifice what you had between you two for a bunch of feelings you were set on ignoring until they faded.

But that proved to be even more difficult than you expected with the way he moved just the slightest bit closer to you, your hands flailing to his shoulders to keep him from coming any nearer and hearing the way your heart beat erratically in your chest. You suddenly became hyper-aware of the broadness of his figure and his towering height. Had he always been like this? You thought. Your mind flashed to the image you had of Jungwon before, the little boy you met so long ago. Now, he had grown– close to enveloping your entire frame if he tried.

“Stop calling me cute. I don’t like it.” Jungwon’s face was dangerously close to yours. His breath tickled your skin as his nose nudged against your own. Your throat felt dry as your eyes fell down to his lips. If he took just one more step, he’d be able to kiss you. Oh God, did you want him to?

—Lee Heeseung. Canterbury Bell

Heeseung has always been thankful for a lot of things in his life. He was thankful for finding his love for music when his parents handed him a mic for the first time. He was thankful he could always ace his music class because of his perfect pitch. He was thankful that he found it in himself to pull through just enough to figure out what he wanted to do. Finally, he was thankful that you were there for it all.

He could never remember how he met you; he just knew that you’d been in his life for as long as he could remember. Maybe it was because your parents were friends, or maybe it was because your house was right next to his and you attended the same school for years until you graduated from high school. Every time he felt nervous before a performance, he searched for your face in the crowd, knowing you’d be at the front row like you promised.

When Heeseung was bored on a weekend, he would run by the convenience store to buy your favorite snacks before running over to your place and hoping you’d let him in with his humble offering. He would wait for you after class, laughing with you at how some of your classmates made goo-goo eyes at him (“Oh please, they wouldn’t gush over you if they had to wake you up every morning.” You laughed. They wouldn’t, but they’ll never find out. If there’s anyone he wants to wake up to every morning, it’s you).

Life could change at any point, but you and he never would.

Then, college came around. And he found himself coming back to a place that was no longer next to yours. No more seeing you in the crowd when he played for school events, knowing that your smile was the one that calmed him down the best. No more laughing as he walked you home about your peers crushing on him, holding hands as you crossed the street.

No more surprising you with your favorite snack and admiring as your face lit up. No more seeing your face every morning as you dragged him out of bed to get to class in time, wishing one day you’d wake him with a kiss.

The moment his plane landed, he bolted straight to wherever you were. Conveniently enough, you had come along with his mom to pick him up from the airport. He ran straight into your arms, indifferent to the fact that he left his luggage rolling away behind him as Heeseung enveloped you in a hug. He honestly thought he was dreaming. How could he not when your laughter finally rang next to his ears instead of from his phone’s speakers, finally slotting yourself into his hold and filling up that you-shaped hole that he’s had since the first month he was away from you?

“Thank God,” he whispered into your cheek, “I’m home.” Home to you, his constant.

—Park “Jay” Jongseong. Lavender

Jay was a warm-hearted person, the good guy you’ve always dreamt of meeting someday– the one you’d be so excited to introduce to your parents because you know that they’d just love him right away. You’d never met someone so loved and so willing to love others as much as him. You could see it when he cared for the six other boys he considered as his own brothers; when he’d call his mom every few days and remind her that her son would always be there; and when he’d cook your favourite dish when everything became a bit too stressful. There was no one else like him that you’d ever met before.

But there are times when you are truly reminded of how much you just adored him and how he adored you.

You two sat in silence by the window, soaking in the last few rays of sunlight before the sun had retired under the horizon. The hot air from that morning and afternoon had slowly started to dissipate as night claimed the sky little by little, and perhaps you had found yourself settling closer to your beloved. One of his arms wrapped around you, pressing you as close to his side as he possibly could. His fingers danced along your sides before pinching your skin. Jay let out a chuckle as you jolted.

Your brows furrowed. Sternly but playfully, you called out to him. “Jay.”

“Yes, lovely?” His eyes were full of mirth, adoringly setting his gaze upon your narrowed eyes looking at him. Even with faux annoyance, you could never stay committed to the act– not when he looked at you like that. His smile didn’t help either. You caved the moment you saw his lips curl upwards, and his expression was only something you could akin to a satisfied cat.

After dropping the act, your countenance had softened once more into contentment. “I think I could sit down here with you all day if I could,” you whispered, “all my life maybe.”

Jay hummed. “I think I could too.” He cleared his throat afterward.

“And it wouldn’t be just that. I think I want to wake up to you every morning every day. I’d even wash the dishes every night and take naps at three in the afternoon on Sunday’s. I’ll go to the vet once a month, pick up groceries every two weeks, and kiss you every night– if that’s what it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Despite the intensity of his confessions, you pulled away from him briefly before leaning into him again and lightheartedly kissing his cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the red on his cheeks was from his confessions; however, you knew better. He’d never be embarrassed to say such things, not when they were the utter truth. Instead, his flustered expression was just a reaction to how you had showered him in simple affections.

You eyed his lips, “if that’s the case, why don’t you do something about it already? My left ring finger’s feeling way too light right n-”

Jay didn’t let you finish. He kissed you before you even could. In that kiss, there were a thousand more words that he wasn’t able to say before. A thousand more promises. A thousand more plans for you and him. But there was only one vow that was communicated to you at that moment.

I am devoted to you and you alone.

—Sim “Jake” Jaeyun. Forget Me Not

It had been approximately three years since you last saw your best friend in person. Three years of texts replied to late into the night. Three years of brief phone calls once every few days. After three years of asking each other, “when will I see you again?” every time things became way too stressful.

You’ve never been more proud of Jake in your life when he told you he got accepted into his dream university. The only problem was it was in Seoul, a city more than seven thousand kilometers away from you. It was hard enough convincing him to seize his chance, even if it meant being away from home for a prolonged period of time. It was even harder seeing him go at the airport, hugging him so tightly for a second longer because it just occurred to you that your best friend wasn't going to be physically beside you during a time when you felt like you needed him the most.

The hardest thing about it though? Being in love with him since your childhood and wondering if he was in love with someone else as much as you were with him. While you weren't outwardly vocal about your curiosity, you always asked him if he'd gone on any dates or found anyone of his recent acquaintances cute– all of it under the guise of being his best friend instead of someone who's been in love with him for a greater part of your life. Even now as you video-called each other on a Friday night after a week that left both of you unable to communicate from packed schedules.

You watched Jake tap his pen against his desk, jolting his phone and leaving the image of him shaky on your end.

"Can you tell me again why you decided to call me on a Friday night while you're doing schoolwork?"

"Our professor gave us a problem set, and I'm doing it early to free my schedule on Sunday. Except I don't want to do it while I'm alone–" he huffed, carelessly throwing his pen onto the desk surface with a small thud– "and I miss you."

You ignore the last part of the statement for the sake of your sanity. If you didn't, your face would heat up to concerning temperatures and your heartbeat would be too loud in your eyes for you to properly listen to Jake. Despite that, nothing could dissipate the fluttering in your stomach or stop the air being taken from your lungs. You only rolled your eyes. Catching the movement, he let out a gasp of fake offense.

You smiled dearly at him. "Jake, you'll just get distracted by calling me– don't even deny it; I've known you for more than ten years now. Plus, shouldn't you be going out and socializing right now with friends? I don't know, maybe eating out or going to a party? Usually, college students spend their Friday night with plans, y’know?”

“Unless–”

“Don’t even insinuate that I don’t have friends! I do, and I’ll gladly let you know that their names are Jay and Sunghoon.”

As you watched him fidget in his seat, your heart warmed. It might not have sounded like it, but Jake tended to be shy at times. You could still remember his seven-year-old self reaching for your hand when he got too anxious to talk to some of the teachers at school. Knowing he had friends to check up on him when you couldn’t was a reassuring thought.

“Replacing me already?” You faked sadness, pressing the back of your palm to your forehead dramatically, which he quickly denied while placing his face as close to the propped-up phone as possible.

“I could never! You’re literally my favorite person in the whole world!”

“Besides, I wanted to make plans with you anyways,” he leaned back on his chair with that charming smile you always lit up seeing. You’ve seen it more times than you could count, but it never failed to remind you just how far your affection for him has reached. “I actually wanted to spend time with you earlier, but we were both busy.”

You hummed at that.

“I remember just how great it feels to talk to you after a hard day. I just know everything bad is over when you’re with me.”

Just like that, he stole your heart again. Only this time, you hoped he knew that he did. By the way your chest felt like it was about to burst, the way your hands clammed up, and the way your lips lifted into a crooked grin. It felt unfair that he could turn your world upside down as easily as he did. It would take you a minute before you could even say anything.

“When will you be home again?”

“Sooner than you know it,” he answered– to which you let out a small laugh through your nose.

“Better be, you dork. I miss you.” And you weren’t aware of it, but on the other end of the line, Jake could only think: I miss you more.

—Park Sunghoon. Agapanthus

When asked if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than being on the ice, he’d say there was nothing– which would be a complete lie. Anyone who knew you would know that because if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than figure skating, it was you. You were the only reason he ever liked going to practice early in the morning.

The early morning chill had just started to settle upon him when he trudged across the parking lot to the doors of the arena as quickly as he could. He felt relief and warmth as he went past the glass doors and into the well-heated building. The person behind the desk by the entrance simply nodded at him, already used to seeing his face for the past five years. The reprieve of heat would only be short-lived, however, because Sunghoon would soon find himself in his training clothes and standing next to the ice rink.

His brows were knitted together, but his face was stiff; it took everything in him not to make his sour mood so obvious, but there was only so much Sunghoon could do to hide his ever-growing annoyance at the insistence of morning practice. Even when he bunched himself up in all the layers he could take with him, it could never stop the way the cold always nipped at his skin or the fact that he couldn’t even take a nap (or else he’d be scolded for the third time that week for dozing off). Of course, that didn’t stop his eyelids from drooping once, then twice. Finally, Sunghoon slowly started to drift off to sleep on one of the seats.

It was the ruffling of fabric that would rouse him. Blinking awake, he was greeted by the blurry sight of a figure standing over him.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. We have to get onto the ice now. Have you stretched yet?” You laughed. Sunghoon would be quick to compose himself out of his dazed state. If you were to be honest, it made you think about how a drunk man would look like trying to sober up. He nodded afterward.

Sunghoon brought a hand up to his face, wiping away the sleep with his palm. “God, I hate morning practice.” The boy sat up straight, and you both made your way onto the ice.

“Yeah, but you still go anyway.” Only because he gets to see you.

Still suffering from the effects of tiredness, he ended up lightly bumping into you as you both tried passing through the gate. Sunghoon’s arm brushed up against yours, and his cheeks tinged red at the feeling of his skin coming into contact with you. He immediately let out an apology before letting you pass through. He stood there, waiting, until he felt something grasp his wrist.

You pulled him with you, and the force had him ungracefully stumbling onto the ice. The surprise of it all and the struggle to balance himself made his eyes widen. If his face was red before, he was sure he looked like a strawberry by now. Sunghoon just hoped you thought it was the cold instead of the fact that you grabbed onto him.

You two glided smoothly across the cold surface by muscle memory, but your hold on him never faltered. You simply continued to pull him along. “Finally awake?” The way you grinned at him made him gulp. “Y-yeah,” was the only thing he could choke up. Feeling you so close and seeing the joy on your face made his heart thump in his chest, so much more than when he would compete. You let go of him, letting him slide to a stop while you stayed in motion. You circled around him, looping twice before taking off. Sunghoon watched you round the rink before taking off into a waltz jump (as a warm-up, he assumed). Your time in the air was fleeting, and the jump itself wasn’t impressive, but it was enough for him to glimpse you in all your beauty as he stood there motionless. He was never going to tell you, and if you ever found out, he’d curl up into a ball and lock himself away in his room– but you’d always be his favorite way to start the day.

—Kim Sunoo. Aster

Sunoo always spent his summers with his grandmother– and by extension you, the kid who lived right next door. For those few weeks when he was away from the big city, he lived in the countryside. You two spent your days rolling in the grass, catching bugs, and playing under the sun. When the sun began to set, you’d run home and get scolded for getting your clothes dirty. After getting ready for bed, you’d call him from your window adjacent to his, and you’d say your goodnight’s before doing everything all over again. As you grew older, your schedule changed, but you always stayed together. By the time you were both teenagers, most of your hours playing had evolved into reading each other’s favorite books, having picnics on good days, and sneaking out to watch the stars.

The summer you were both fifteen, Sunoo (like always) spent his summer with you. It was a sunny day as you sat under the shade of a large tree. A cool, grey blanket was spread underneath you; snacks of all kinds littered it. Right in the middle of it all, Sunoo sat cross-legged as you braided his hair. It had grown long enough when his summer vacation started, and he told you he opted to cut it right before school started. That left you with enough length to make him eligible to become your personal doll.

“Ow! Don’t tug too much,” he whined, and you only huffed. “It hurts, you know!”

“It’s because you keep scooting away while I’m braiding. Of course, it’ll hurt.” Your brows furrowed in concentration. Your giggles followed after, and you knew it was because Sunoo was pouting even if you couldn’t see his face.

A breeze tickled your legs, and the leaves above you danced along with it. Silence settled upon you and your companion. It was a comfortable one, one you were more than used to with all the time you spent with him. However, you knew that something else was boiling right under the facade of a completely normal day, and it was already starting to seep onto the surface.

You opened your mouth, “I know it’ll be your last summer here for a while.” Sunoo stiffened, but you continued on playing with his locks. “I overheard Grandma talking with your mom on the phone. She said you were going to have to focus on your studies more, now that high school is going to start.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

Sunoo sighed. Another silence. Then the bob of his Adam's apple. “I was going to tell you the last day… so you wouldn’t be sad. It won’t be my last visit here– I know it won’t be! We can always contact each other through our phones too, but I just didn’t want this summer to end feeling like I was saying goodbye.”

You smiled at that. Sunoo was always so sweet. Out of all your friends, Sunoo was the most caring. He was also the one who understood you the best, even if he did live so much farther away than everyone else you knew. He knew you’d just feel depressed knowing you wouldn’t be able to see him so much less than you already do; that, and you were never good at goodbyes. Every time he had to go home, you cried without fail. No matter how much you assured him that you weren’t going to cry this time, tears would start sliding down your cheeks.

There was another unnerving silence, but you were still there. He could still feel your fingers fiddling. You were mad– he could tell– but you weren’t showing it at all. Typically, you’d start to lash out at him, being stubborn or just a bit aggressive. It was your defense mechanism, something that wouldn’t betray the hurt piercing your chest and instead swap it with anger. Were you so mad as to stay speechless?

When he felt your hands start to retract, he panicked and turned around. He wasn't greeted by the sight of your crying face, eyes red and cheeks wet. Instead, you only sweetly smiled at him. You slipped a mirror into his palm, making sure he held it up near his face. Sunoo could spot a splotch of purple just by the side of his head. As he turned his face to the left, a flower peeked at him.

“Do you know what those are, Sunoo?” He shook his head. “Those are asters. I don’t know if they’re as common in the city as they typically are here, but I hope that every time you see one, you’ll think of us.”

“I’ll miss you so much, Sunoo.” Your eyes may not have shed tears, but his certainly did that day. He’d never forget what happened that sunny afternoon. Maybe that’s why even five years later, he’d think of asters, and he’d think of all the summers and all the moments you’ve shared. He’d think about every time you’ve laughed and cried. He’d think about the time you both ran across your grandma’s house and got scolded. He’d think about the time you two biked up all the way up a hill to watch the sunset. He’d think about your smiles and your crying face. He’d think of your laughter and your green overalls. He’d think of you. Each time, without fail.

— Nishimura "Ni-ki" Riki. Viscaria

1, 2, and 3, and 4– Ni-ki stared at himself in the mirror, his body rolling against the groove of the music in the background. He’d been at it for hours. That was evident by the shake in his muscles and fatigue in his bones– 5, 6, and 7.

Still, he’d practiced the routine for the hundredth time that day.

He kicked his foot up, swerving himself into a new position. One that evidently took more energy than the last. His arm had collapsed, unable to support his weight any longer after it had tired out, which led to Ni-ki flopping onto the polished floors. The boy stared at the ceiling, chest heaving with every second.

“And eight,” he grimaced as his limbs screamed for reprieve.

He stayed that way for a few more minutes to catch his breath. The beat of the speakers sent vibrations to his head, which he welcomed deeply as it calmed the pulsating adrenaline in his system. Sweat dripped down his face, wetting his hair and causing his shirt to stick to his abdomen. It felt uncomfortable, and he made a mental note to shower as soon as he finished. Despite being used to it, he never truly liked the way sweat made him feel icky.

He closed his eyes. That’s when he heard the squeak of the door as it opened, but he couldn’t will himself to check who it was that came in. “Nishimura Riki,” your sing-song voice scratched his brain in a way too satisfying to be ignored. “Thought you’d be here, ducky.”

Ni-ki winced at that.

He could just picture the smile on your lips. You’d called him that ever since his friends commented how similar he looked to one. It had stuck with you more than other nicknames he’d been given before, mostly because it was the fastest way to get him to pout. “I’m a puma, you know that,” he groaned at your approaching footsteps.

You laughed, and it took everything in him not to crack a smile. When he opened his eyes, it took some time before his vision could adjust. Ni-ki’s gaze zeroed in on you, the light above casting a halo around your visage as you leaned down to look at him. You rolled your eyes at him, and he fought every cell in his body that screamed at him to kiss you.

"Whatever you want, ducky." There's a thud next to Ni-ki, and he barely registers that you've settled down right next to him. You've folded your legs to sit criss-cross, knees just brushing the hair atop his head. You were still staring at him. There was this look in your eyes he couldn't quite place.

Your fingers moved to point to the middle of his brows, and Ni-ki couldn’t help but furrow them in confusion. You give him a smirk, tracing your fingertips down the bridge of his nose– only to press at the tip. Ni-ki scrunched up his nose.

In the sliver of a second, he’d gotten himself up to sit down right in front of you. He leaned over your space, his shadow slightly engulfing you. Ni-ki looked down upon you with mischievous eyes. His hands slid up to your forearms, and he was close enough that you could nearly feel the tickle of his breath against your skin.

“You just love to tease me, don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same to me, ducky.” You matched his own gaze, pupils flickering across his face– only to linger on his lips like you’d done a few times before. And it seemed you weren’t the only one to hold the habit every time you two were too close to each other. You stayed facing each other, waiting for someone to break the silence between you two.

“Dance with me?”

The way he said it was almost breathless, a struggle for his lungs to push the syllables from his mouth. Yet, it was said with a determination that you’d long associated with Ni-ki when he so keenly wanted something. There was no quiver in his voice, only a silent but strong desire for his plan to be put into action.

“And tell me, why should I?” You raised a brow.

He shot you a grin. “I’ll let you call me ducky.”

And when he pulled you from the floor and into his own arms, you grimaced at the stick of sweat on his skin. But it did little to deter you from fully being dragged by his hands. “Nishimura Riki!”

Ni-ki could only laugh as you puffed your cheeks. “Mm, on second thought, I think I like it better when you say my name.”

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 months

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Unexpectedly Yours: Part 6

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You try not to let your thoughts wander Ro-Lord Kent. You continued to attend balls, dance with any men that requested your time. The only one who seemed to catch your eye was Jeffrey Goodman, a friend of Jamie's who's come back to town. He and Jamie went to Oxford together.

"He's probably one of my better mates. He's been around, but he's a good lad."

Jamie, being one of your closest friends, vouched for Jeffrey. Therefore, you figured you'd give him a chance if he seemed interested in you.

And interested he is.

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After the first two balls, he sent you flowers and called upon you, asking if you'd like to promenade with him. You accepted his invitation, along with inviting Keeley and Jamie to supervise.

Your arm rests in the crook of Jeffrey's. He's telling a story about a time he and his mates brought Jamie and his bed outside while Jamie was asleep in said bed.

"He woke up to a bird walking all over him!" You cover your mouth in laughter, genuine laughter.

Jeffrey looks at you with soft eyes and you feel your cheeks heating up. You look away, clearing your throat, "You two are trouble, aren't you?"

Jeffrey shrugs, "Before, yes. I like to think we've matured since then, right, Tartt?"

Jamie nods, "Oh yeah. We've matured loads," he makes a face that tells you the opposite of what he's saying.

"Y/N!"

You look up to see Cece running up to you, with Phoebe in tow.

"Oh! Hello, Cece," you gesture to your young cousin, "Jeffrey, this is my cousin, Cece and her friend, Phoebe. She's the daughter of Clara O'Sullivan and niece of-"

"Lord Roy Kent!" Phoebe finished your sentence with pride.

You nod, "Yes, him. I'm not sure if you've met them yet."

"Jamie's told me about him. Lord Grumpy, as he's referred to him to?"

You snort, "Yes, him."

"Phoebe. Cece," you hear a familiar gruff voice call out.

You take a deep breath and look up to see Roy and Clara walking towards you.

You curtsey, "Lord Kent, Lady O'Sullivan."

Clara smiles at you, "Oh hello, Y/N! We didn't know we'd be seeing you today."

"Jeffrey," you gesture to the man beside you, "called upon me for a promenade today. Although, I do recall Cece being aware of this since she was present when I left," you give her a knowing look and she shies away from your gaze.

"Fucking hell," Roy murmurs to himself but loud enough for Clara to hear. She elbows him and gives him a warning look.

"Jeffrey Goodman, pleasure to meet you both," Jeffrey nods to both Roy and Clara.

Clara gives a nod, "Hello Mr. Goodman. How do you know our lovely Y/N?" Roy just glares at Jeffrey as Clara engages Jeffrey in conversation.

"We met through Jamie at Lady Canterbury's ball. I just came back from overseas. I saw this beautiful woman talking with my Oxford mate and I knew I had to ask for a dance," he smiles your way and you smile back at him. Roy continues to glare at Jeffrey.

Noticing the tension, Keeley steps forward, "Hi, Cece!" and opens her arms out.

"Keeley!" Cece rushes to hug your best friend.

Phoebe stares up to you, "Do you want to join us on our walk, Y/N?"

"Maybe next time, Phoebe," you reply, softly smiling at the young girl.

Phoebe frowns, "But-"

"Good day, Lord Kent and Lady O'Sullivan," you curtsey to them and continue on your walk with Jeffrey rushing up to your side.

"Was it me or was that a bit...uncomfortable?"

"Very. It was very uncomfortable."

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Roy watches as you walk away with Jeffrey. Keeley begins to excuse herself since she and Jamie are supposed to watch you and Jeffrey.

Before she walks away, Roy pulls her aside, "Are they courting?"

She looks up at him with a smirk, "Who?"

"Oi, hands off her," Jamie looks at him with a threatening glare.

Roy lets go of Keeley and then practically growls at her, "You know who."

"Not yet, but Jeffrey is very interested in courting her," Keeley answers genuinely, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

Roy sighs and nods, "Alright."

Keeley cocks a brow at him, "Are you going to do something about it?"

He shakes his head, "No. I've caused enough trouble in her life. It's best I stay away now."

"Despite the fact that you love her?"

"It doesn't matter. I can't give her what she deserves. I'm sure Goodman will be able to."

Keeley rolls her eyes, "Unbelievable."

Jamie places his hand on her hip, "We should catch up to them, love."

"Right. Let's go," Keeley gives a quick curtsey and hurries her step to reach you and Jeffrey.

Roy then looks at Cece with an accusing look and she cowers behind Clara.

Phoebe steps forward, unaffected by her Uncle's intimidation, "Don't be upset with her, Uncle Roy, it was my idea to come here. Cece just mentioned that Y/N was with Mr. Goodman so I thought maybe-"

Roy pinches the bridge of his nose, "Phoebe, we talked about this. No more meddling. Y/N and I...there's nothing there. Besides, it's clear she fancies someone else," he looks over to your laughing figure and his feels his heart breaking just a little.

#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine #roy kent au #regency au #ted lasso au

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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period play headcanons ; trancy demons (18+)

kinktober day thirty extra

pairing ; claude faustus x afab!reader, hannah annafellows x afab!reader, trancy triplets (canterbury, thompson, timber) x afab!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

claude faustus

claude is very fond of the taste of your blood as it gives him a small sampling of your soul and it’s flavour — in fact, it wouldn’t be a lie to say he’s addicted to it

that’s to say he wouldn’t be opposed to participating in period play so long as he got to taste you

like yes he’ll happily pound into your sensitive dripping core until you’re cock-drunk and too far gone to feel any pain through your pleasure — but not before he’s had his fill

he doesn’t even really care if you come or not when he goes down on you and only does so for his pleasure; keeping a tight grip on your waist to hold you against his face as he devours your sex and swallows every drop of blood you give

of course there’ll be plenty of mess to clean up (and he’ll always tend to it in time) but you can guarantee that your pain will be addressed in one way or another

hannah annafellows

hannah is very well aware of how fragile humans are in general and she tends to view you as even more delicate during your period because you’re constantly bleeding and in some level of pain

so she won’t really initiate anything but she’ll happily do whatever you ask of her — even if she’ll ask you several times over if you’re sure you want her to pleasure you during this time

says she’s doing it to help relieve your pain and such — but she does have a more selfish motivation in that she both enjoys pleasuring you and she’s practically addicted to the flavour of your blood (your soul)

she’s more gentle than usual with you during this time and will take things very slow — gradually and sensually building you up to your peak before delivering you skilfully and prolonging your orgasm for as long as she can without you showing any signs of pain

all in all, hannah will be the most attentive and caring partner you could hope for during your period and, to top it all off, she’ll make sure everything is clean and comfortable for you throughout without a word of complaint

trancy triplets (canterbury, timber, thompson)

this trio of demons will either be a blessing or a curse depending on how much you enjoy being overstimulated and if you like being eaten out until you pass out

needless to say they’re overly eager and are absolutely in love with the taste of your blood and cum independently and together

they’re all prone to jealousy with each other when it comes to you, so unless you can devise a system of turn-taking, expect to see and feel them shoving each other out of the way to taste you

if they can come to an agreement, however, when one is between your legs the other two will be openly discussing and praising your taste with the most vulgar language you’ve ever heard

and when they get their turn, they’ll each be trying to outdo their brothers — so each round will have you experiencing more pleasure and overstimulation until you crash from it all (and even then they may not stop)

#sleepingdeath #afab reader #smut #minors dni #black butler smut #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji x reader #trancy triplets x reader #trancy triplets smut #claude faustus x reader #claude faustus smut #hannah annafellows x reader #hannah annafellows smut #yes this is very delayed i have been busy with uni sorry d:

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lieutenantwilliamrusso · 1 year

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The Ivy Crown

A/N: I'm baaaaaack with my first ever Aleksander fic!!! I've been reading a lot of dark academia and finishing up my degree in literature, and this is my outlet for all of that pretentious, wonderful stuff I'm immersed in these days. The poems mentioned are wonderful and full of gorgeous language, so I'm giving you homework straight from the desk of professor Morozova-- read one and tell me if you liked it!

Dedicated to the sweet and wonderful @idaofinfinity for her patience every time I disappear. I appreciate you so much.

This will be a few parts, but not big like IWCB. Little bites, people, little bites.

Summary: It's your final year at the University of Ravka, and the end is in sight. Under your literature professor, Aleksander, you've risen to be a star pupil. Then one night, you're forced to make a decision that will change everything. Will Aleskander be on your side?

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, murder, sex, drinking, (will add as we go)

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"Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes."

-Plato

Republic, Book II

Book I

Your first semester at the University of Ravka began the way most do. The young, impossibly curious first-years huddling up to the glistening spires and towering porticoes of the main hall. The hall, called Lantsov Hall after Ravka's longest line of rulers, filled you with excitement. The need for knowledge and exploration filled you, expanding until it bumped against your insides, prodding and shuddering until it was released.

You were 18, full of life, full of wanton desire to grow, to peel back the curtains and see the answers of the world.

You didn't grow up poor, no, you were from a solidly middle-class family of merchants. But the opulence, the ostentatious identity of the Ravkan elite became clear almost immediately. Your first week, your peers would ask where you summered, what sports you preferred in the winter season, what breed of horse you deemed adequate for Caryeva, none of which you had answers for.

So you adapted, sharpened your edges and preparing to compete with the toughest competition the country could offer, until you arrived, three years later, a top of your class literature student in professor Aleksander Morozova's classroom.

The man was imperious, gilt from hard stone or sheets of silver it seemed. The light of whatever room he was in seemed to avoid Aleksander, circling like a dog trying to find a place to sleep, willing to leave him alone.

Among other things he was also gorgeous, ethereal and lithe, towering over his students, passionately gesticulating over works by T.S Eliot and William Carlos Williams. You were enraptured there, front row in his early afternoon modern poetry course, watching his eyes flicker with the kind of life only an academic could have when biting into something juicy, some brilliant amalgamation of language that won't let them go despite a decade of repeating the same lines to young faces.

"Tell me." He begins, eyes flickering to each face in the room. "What did Eliot mean when he opened The Wasteland with, 'April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and Desire…'"

On the last word he looks to you, black eyes pinning you under their gaze like a butterfly on a display.

You clear your throat.

"Miss Y/L/N?"

You're ready for him.

"Well, in invoking the first line of The Canterbury Tales, Eliot reveals the beginning of a journey. And when we think of spring, we think of rebirth. This poem is the lack of that, it's the breakdown of… everything. So here, spring is a mixture of things, it is the beginning and the end and we are left with only memory and desire. What we know and what we want to be true." You finish, watching him closely.

Aleksander grins, a slow, incandescent spread of his lips until his face is alight.

"There she is. Excellent, Y/N. That's how it's done, everyone."

You duck your head to hide your blush, and the lesson goes on.

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Each day after your classes you wind across the green, crunching leaves under your feet as they fall from the oaks and yews lining the tract of land. Today, your destination is the cafe you meet your friends at on Wednesdays, when the lemon curd scones are freshest. You're the last to arrive, hair swept around your face by the wind.

Nikolai, Zoya, and Genya are seated around the old wooden table in the far corner, mugs of steaming teas and coffees strewn about around a plate of your favorite citrus pastries.

"Look who's arrived!" Nikolai exclaims. "Did your sweet Byronic hero keep you?"

You roll your eyes, ignoring the comment. Sure, Aleksander was pensive and gorgeous, but he wasn't doomed. At least you hoped not.

You sit, nodding at the other two women and picking up a scone to bite into. The flaky crust gave way to the plush, spongy inside, causing you to sigh in contentment.

"What are you brats talking about?" You tease, taking a sip of Nikolai's tea.

"We were just discussing the fête." Zoya answers.

"What about it?" You ask, preoccupied with getting the waitress' attention for your own tea.

"We're all going, yes?" Genya cuts in.

"I hadn't really given it much thought." You ponder. Would Aleksander be there? In a suit of all things? The thought made you blush, and you ducked your head to hide from the eyes around you.

"Well…I think we should go. One last hurrah before we're done here." Nikolai reasons.

You nod in agreement.

"I suppose I ought to find a dress."

Zoys hums, sharing a look with Genya, a glint that made you nervous in her eye.

"You could…let us take care of that." She offered with a smirk.

"Absolutely not, I'd be naked save for a scrap of lace." You bite back.

"Saints, it was worth a try."

It was Friday and you were back in Aleksander's class, excited by his words but more than a little eager to begin your weekend. You and your group of friends had plans to head to Sturmhond that night, a bar off of the university's campus. It was dark and grungy, with mahogany furniture and paintings in gilded frames on the walls. It made you feel like you were in the belly of a ship, ready to take on a new land.

And the drinks were especially strong.

"Who wants to tell me why Carl Sandberg's "Subway" is so effective in its brevity?" Came Aleksander's voice from the front of the room.

For once, you weren't quick to answer, your mind on other things today. When you did finally look up, the silence of the rest of the class beating down on you, Aleksander's eyes were already on you. His brow ticked up, lips quirking.

"No thoughts for us today, Y/N?"

You sigh, frowning and sitting up straighter.

"The poem represents the working class, the ones who are building this great feat of transportation. They are tired and hungry but it doesn't matter. They know the importance of their work and they enjoy it. All that in 6 lines." You rattle off, remembering your notes from the night before.

"Thank you." Is his reply, quiet and pensive as he watches your face.

You nod, going back to your slouched position, eyes downcast.

When the class ends you attempt to exit into the crisp twilight like the rest of your peers, but Aleksander stops you.

"Everything all right today? You seemed off." He asks, leaning back against the large desk in the front of the room.

Your eyes widen a little, surprised he had been watching you so closely.

"Thought I'd give everyone else a chance to catch up today." You joke.

Aleksansder chuckles, then he tilts his head a little and you feel as if he's dissecting you, pulling apart your base components to see what he wants to keep or throw away.

"Is that all?" He murmurs.

"I'm just ready to end the week. It's been long." You say honestly.

"Hm. I can't fault you for that. Any plans for your time off?" He inquires.

"A few." You tease, unwilling to tell him your plan to get trashed later.

"She keeps her secrets." He answers, smiling warmly. "Well, let me know if you need anything. I wouldn't want my best student falling behind." He runs a hand ever so softly across your shoulder, hidden by your thick sweater, and then he's pulling away and gathering his own things.

"Thanks, professor Morozova." You reply in a daze, turning to go.

"You know it's Aleksander to you." He reminds you with a teasing lilt in his tone.

You nod, smiling a little, and stride to the door as fast as possible.

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You arrived at the bar with Zoya in tow, approaching Nikolai and Genya who were already inside. You had on a tight pair of black jeans and your favorite lacy black bralette as a shirt. You looked good and you knew it, eyes roving the bar for anyone you might be interested in talking to.

You sit with other two and order a round of shots, ready to go hard and fast into the night. On your third shot of kvas and your second Old Fashioned you look up from your friends once again and spot him.

Impossibly dark hair and eyes belonging to your favorite professor. He was in a deep emerald sweater, sitting across from another man, listening intently to his words, a deep gold liquid in his glass. You were openly staring, taking him in as you realized just how drunk you were becoming.

Nikolai is the first to notice, his eyes following yours across the bar.

"Well Saints, if it isn't your boyfriend."

This gets the attention of the other two, their eyes searching for subject of Nikolai's words.

You and Zoya exchange a glance, and you catch that dangerous spark in her eyes again.

"You should send him a drink." She suggests coyly.

"You send drinks to people you want to fuck, Zoya." You reply exasperated.

"Yes, I am aware." She shoots back.

Your friends burst into laughter, catching Aleksander's attention briefly. His eyes flit over, widening just a touch when they realize who he's looking at. You throw him a smile, suddenly nervous, but he returns it, tilting his head in acknowledgement, and you decide resolutely to continue your night.

It's only later that you're made aware of the situation.

"Your dark prince has been eyeing you since he saw you." Nikolai murmurs in your ear.

"Oh, please."

"We've all seen it. He's quite interested in the area right below your neck." Nikolai chuckles, raising his eyes to yours.

You tilt your head just a little, just enough to scan the bar from the corner of your eye and there he is, head tilted towards you just enough to do the same.

"Saints." You gasp out quietly.

"Told you."

"Well…it's irrelevant now because I have never had to pee so badly in my life." You declare, standing on wobbly legs.

Your friends laugh, and Zoya's hands point you in the direction of the bathroom.

The cool porcelain of the sink under your hands grounds you a little, and you look into the mirror. Was Aleksander checking you out? The thought makes you giggle quietly to yourself. There was no way he was into you. He wasn't married, but he must have a girlfriend or something, right?

You've decided to brush the whole thing off when you exit the restroom and knock right into a wall of a man.

"Oh! 'M sorry!" You slur a little, still quite far gone.

"No need to apologize, Y/N." Aleksander's voice rings out from above your head.

"Aleks- I didn't even see you there!" You giggle, hand coming up to trap the sound in your mouth.

He chuckles, laying his hands on your upper arms to steady you.

"You okay there, milaya?

"I'm okay. I'm just, uh…"

"Sloshed." He finishes for you.

"Yeah…"

"The mysterious weekend plans." He teases.

Suddenly a thought brews in your mind and you can only blurt out, "Green is a good color on you!"

Aleksander grins, rubbing your arms and causing you to shiver, his touch electrifying your skin in small sparks.

"You think so?" He drawls.

You nod, eyes locked onto his gorgeous face. Maybe he was a dark prince, something fabled and powerful.

"Well I think lace is a lovely fabric choice for you." He complements, and it takes you a moment to grasp his meaning before your face is heating up, blush spreading.

"I-I-" You stutter as he watches you with gentle amusement.

"Shall I take you back to your friends, Y/N?"

"Please." You reply, realizing the walk might be harder than you realized.

He guides you back, your hand now in the crook of his arm like some kind of Victorian gentleman, before he deposits you in your seat with gentle hands.

Your friends gape at him, and you fail to notice Aleksander's amusement.

"Have a good night." He wishes, and then he's gone, disappeared into the growing crowd.

#aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #my fics #the darkling x reader #the darkling

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demonic-charcuterie · 6 months

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Trancy triplets x Millie! Reader

The triplets were whipped. You don’t understand me right now, I mean WHIPPED. Simps. In. Love.

No matter what you tried to tell them they wouldn’t stop pampering. All sat down on the couch and next thing you know you’re being fanned and fed grapes. Your shoulders getting massage and Canterbury was giving you a manipetti.

They surrounded you as the brushed and braided your hair. Once you jokingly asked them you carry you and next thing you know you could see the tops of peoples head. And how their heart swooned when your guns started popping off. You were set on protecting the young master when your best friend Hannah asked you to help her. After all that’s how you met the triplets. All first you were a bit stand offish. You must admit they are pretty slow. Some might even say dumb but you fell In love with the way they made your cheeks flush and the nicknames that gave you. Things like Rosebud or Millie Mob.

You screamed I’m horror when you saw their cut up bodies shredded by Grell’s chainsaw. “Boys..BOYS!?” You yelled as you pressed the bloody boxes of their bodies together,staining your hands. “TALK TO ME BABIES PLEASE!”

“Tsk shush a shame.” Sebastian said a Grell stood next to him.

You gasped as you felt their skin mold back together I’m under your fingers. He turned your head to the demon is his associate. “Leave. Right. Fucking. Now.” You whispered. The ran off with continued the maze.

“Baby.” You gripped their hands. “Give my sign! Anything baby, a sign you’re gonna be okay.” Timber’s fingers typed out on the back of your hand.

We love you

“I love you too.”

Hannah didn’t say any of this would happen. She said it was be smooth, nothing about loosing your mate. The only ones you could ever love. You grabbed the net their bodies were in and gripped it tight as you slowly dragged them across the grass to a safe place.

They’re going to be okay…you just know it. You leaned down on gave each of them a kiss on the lips before sitting down next to them and staring down at them…watching…and waiting.

#SoundCloud #black butler #trancy triplets x reader #trancy triplets #alois trancy #triplets #hannah anafeloz

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noyaetnox · 1 year

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Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader angst

Just a little late

TW! Mentions of death, aggression, abuse, and all that

Lilia is OOC, but it will be explained why.

There is one scene where the young couple is explained to be “cuddling and kissing” and I meant that in a literal way. We had this school-friendly Canterbury Tales book in which kissing and cuddling was just a cover for sex. This is not the case!

Now onto the one-shot!

Lilia had, just like any other day, walked to the room of the young royal. His eyes were quickly scanning through, trying to spot the figure, while he slowly started taking his sword out. He could not see them. Taking slow and quiet steps, he walked to the bed in the middle of the wall, his sword falling back into place loudly as he purposefully slammed it to wake the sleeping heir.

"Lilia!" they awoke with a start, immediately raising their voice at the mischievous guard standing at the foot of their bed.

"Good morning, your highness, it appears that you have overslept your morning training classes," he spoke calmly despite the grin on his face. He was greatly amused. Not only did they oversleep, like any other day, but the hair on their head was nothing short of a bird's nest.

"Oh, hush," they spoke, their feet falling to the floor while they winced at the cold air.

"You are lucky today's training is with the best royal guard, otherwise you would've gotten into a lot of trouble, young one," mocking anger, he raised one of his fingers as to scold the person still in bed. Y/N laughed at his antics and finally got up, quickly walking to his person to envelop him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh, how lucky I am, indeed," they spoke into his ear as they stood near the bed, hugging each other. After a second or so, Y/N started swaying their bodies from side to side. Another grin grew on his face.

"Affection will get you nowhere, get dressed so we can start," he was the first to break the hug, "it is very important that you know how to, at least, defend yourself in case I'm not around," he said after. His hands were resting on their shoulders, but he was very serious. One of the things he could not bear even imagining is them getting hurt in his absence.

"Okay, okay, Sir Lilia," with a laugh, Y/N walked to the bathroom to get dressed while Lilia waited in the room. With a shake of his head, he decided to make the bed that was left messy. Then he sat down on the soft mattress, allowing himself a moment of rest before his knightly duties.

"We shall go, my most trusted soldier," the heir walked in, their training clothes making them look like any other knight at the castle. Yet to Lilia, they were the most beautiful, especially the smile Y/N had on their face as they waited for him with their hand outstretched towards him. With hearts in his eyes, he finally stood up and took Y/N's hands into his even for a second. After all, their special relationship was only for the two of them, as the laws of the kingdom would not allow their love. He sadly looked at their intertwined fingers, wistfully wishing they could just escape it all and live far away with no one to judge and rule over them. If only.

"I have stolen this from the kitchen," he spoke as he took out two pieces of today's sweet bread. He knew the queen doesn't allow the young master to eat in the morning, so he took it upon himself to take things from the kitchen.

"Oh, I really like this one!" they took one of them into their hands, and with a quick kiss on the cheek ran towards the training grounds. No one was around, so he pretended to let their behavior go unnoticed by him. Running after them, he took a single bite of the remaining bread, both of them soon sitting down on the green grass to quickly eat before continuing.

"Thank you for the bread, Lilia," he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"It is Sir Lilia on training grounds, your highness," he spoke lowly as he, once again, bore the wooden sword into their torso. He knew he shouldn't be too harsh but the enemy will not go easy on them, after all, none can love them as much as Lilia did.

"Well then, SIR Lilia! How about you let me take a short break, yeah?" the heir spoke, their sword falling to the ground since they were so tired they couldn't be bothered setting it down carefully, too tired to care.

"We took a break five minutes ago, my dear,"

"But you get to call me other names? This is so unfair!"

"Life is unfair, loveliest. Now get your sword and we'll continue. This is the last few minutes, you are allowed to do so," he tried encouraging the tired royal. With an annoyed groan, they listened and were soon standing again.

"I'm going to get you for that, you'll see," they spoke, anger obvious in their voice.

"I'd like to see you try, little bat," (brat 😝)

"Why?" they asked as soon as they stood close enough for only Lilia to hear.

"I'm afraid it is regarding your engagement to the young prince Venget," he answered honestly. It pained him to do so, but there was nothing he could do other than strive to stay at their side even when they're betrothed to another.

"I shall just tell my father I am already in love, then," the royal spoke, standing up within a blink, determined to change their fate.

"You mustn't, my love, for it will only anger the King,"

"Let him be angry! Is my happiness not worth more? More than that- that snuck up! A rotten piece of-"

"Y/N, I'll go to the castle with you,"

"Oh! Very well! Let us be off, then,"

"What do you think of my future spouse?" Y/N asked once they were alone, resting on the balcony of Venget's castle.

"I've heard he's a nobleman, your majesty," Lilia said, not having anything else to share. He did not like Venget but was not allowed to say more while in the public.

"Oh that is great to hear, Lilia," Y/N said, rolling their eyes in the process. They both could agree that Venget was not to the liking of either of them, although only silently.

"I've also heard the castle maidens talk about his handsome looks," he decided to say after a moment of silence. He did not lie, for the castle maidens kept talking about it in his presence, too.

"Oh, Lilia. Had I gone for looks alone, I would've bedded you already," Y/N laughed and finally turned to look at him. Their eyes sparked like any other night, yet now they held mischief in them.

"Y/N! You mustn't speak this way so out in the public," Lilia spoke with a start, putting his hand to their mouth to make sure they do not speak so unproperly anymore.

"I do not care, my love! Let the world know of my adoration for your person!"

"Please, quiet down," he laughed, not being able to act serious when his human was just so adorable, "although, would you so kindly tell me as to what it is about my appearance you like?"

"Your piercing crimson eyes that are like a sea of blood, yet once they spot me, the color is suddenly that of the most beautiful of red roses! Your soft hands, that seem as so only to me and no one else-"

"How are you not afraid of me?" he couldn't help himself blurt the words he's been meaning to ask for years. His eyes fixed on Y/N, watching their every move like a hawk.

"For my heart knows of my feelings for you, and nothing could ever change that," with now a quiet volume, they walked closer to him, his hands now resting in theirs. One of those hands came up to his face and cupped one of his cheeks.

"You are the least scary of them all, my love," Y/N said, slowly closing the distance between them as their mouth met halfway. Every time they shared a kiss, Lilia was overjoyed beyond belief. Not only did he love his Y/N, but the whole idea of them doing so in secret always excited him.

"But you know of my history,"

"Even I have things I am not proud of, dear, it is of no importance to me," and so they sealed the night off with more sweet kisses under the moonlight in a silent promise of staying together forever.

"I have been called back to the castle, I'm afraid," Lilia voiced to his lover, who had just asked him to attend their wedding.

"Lilia, please," they started, moving closer to him and trying to grasp his hands in theirs. He moved away from them, "I need you there," their eyes met. While Y/N had tears falling down already, Lilia had just a tad hint of them forming as he tried, desperately, to not let his true feelings show at that moment.

"My duties do not allow me-"

"You're nothing but a liar!" interrupted Y/N his rehearsed speech. He was about to question what was the meaning of their words when his lover continued.

"You do not have any duties back home," they spoke with sniffles, wiping their eyes aggressively with one of their sleeves, "I know it is not easy for you, but I can't do it without you there, Lilia," now both of their hands were covering their eyes as they wept, now silently.

"Y/N," he tried in a soft voice, he knew it was very hard for both of them. Despite all of that, it was hard for him. Oh, so hard.

To watch his lover cry their eyes out, begging for him to come to the ceremony held for their marriage with another man. Oh, how his heart kept cracking in heartbreak. Yet he knew his heart would break even more had he chosen to attend the ceremony.

"I can understand why," they said after a second, sniffling, "but please, Lilia. Please aid me. I would not be able to survive," their head rested on his shoulder as their tears slowly started wetting his clothes. The two of them were alone in the room given to Y/N to get used to the castle. Lilia was there as their guardian.

"Dearest," he started, caressing their head as softly as he possibly could, "I will come back before the ceremony. I will arrive with your father, but I must leave nonetheless," giving them a kiss, he finally spoke. Originally, he had no plans of watching the ceremony, but what could he do when his lover begged him so?

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Love," Y/N finally looked into his eyes. They were almost as red as his own from all the crying and rubbing.

"Now let's get you to bed so you can rest, hm?"

"Please lay down with me,"

"Preposterous idea, little monster. You are to be wedded to another in a few days,"

"That is precisely why the moment is nigh,"

And so well into the night, the two lovers quietly shared sparks of love, becoming one while they still could. Secretly, so no one but the gods could bare witness to their love blossoming.

"I will see you in two days, my love," Y/N spoke, correcting Lilia's collar the next day.

"Yes, wait for me,"

I love you

I love you, too

"You tell me, Lilia," the King spoke while they were riding towards Venget's castle. In the carriage were the King, the Queen, their personal guard, and Lilia. They were all squished together for no other reason than the royal couple wanting to bad-mouth and talk about other people.

"Yes, my King?"

"How is Venget?"

"Oh," Lilia coughed a little, trying to quickly collect himself, "why might the King be interested in my humble opinion?"

"Simply because I trust you the most," the King laughed and hit his shoulder.

"I must apologize then, for my opinion might not be to your liking," Lilia smiled a little. He knew that his relationship with the King was more than just work-related, but he still could not speak his opinion. Had he always spoken the truth, he would've told him years ago of his secret relationship.

"Should I call off the marriage, then?" the King asked more himself, than Lilia.

"I'm worried that will be quite the conundrum," finally spoke the Queen, her hand reaching for the hand of the King sitting opposite of her.

"Yes, you are right, darling," he looked at Lilia with a mischievous smile, "with Lilia around, I'm sure everything will be alright," the Queen followed and also looked at him. Lilia decided to challenge the king and returned their looks.

"Of course, I am the best royal guard,"

"Right, that, too. I was talking about you two sharing intimate moments," Lilia's heart almost stopped.

"Excuse me?"

"What the King meant to say," the Queen spoke while giving her husband a side eye, "we once saw you two share a kiss on Y/N's balcony," Lilia's breathing got harder as he tried to keep calm.

"I want to apologize-"

"No need. We would want to apologize for not being able to give you two an opportunity to love. The higher-ups would not accept the relationship and poor Y/N is our only child,"

“That is not my concern at all, my King” Lilia heaved a sigh and finally calmed down enough to form comprehensible sentences, “pardon me for saying so, but I had been under the impression that it had gone unnoticed,”

“Well, I am not aware of how long this has been going on!” with a hearty laugh, the King tried easing the situation.

“For many a year, I am afraid,” with a bashful expression, Lilia looked out of the window.

“Then, please make sure to stay at my child's side while I figure out a way for them to get out of the marriage,”

“Yes, my King,”

Soon enough, the carriage had stopped and they were able to exit. The royal guard made sure to follow behind his employers closely for that was his job.

“If you will excuse me, I would like to go see Y/N before their big moment,”

“You have my blessing, son,”

After a deep sigh, Lilia finally gathered the courage to knock on the door behind which Y/N was getting dressed. The whole way to Vegnet's castle, he felt butterflies in his stomach from how nervous he was.

“Yes, come in,” spoke the voice he had missed so much during the two days he had been away.

“Good afternoon, Y/N,” he greeted with a deep bow to allow Y/N to hide their nakedness just in case. Not like it would be the first he would get to observe their body, though. His head then lifted up. It was like the whole world stopped for a while from the sight he bore witness at that moment.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful my dearest, dare I say ethereal,” he voiced, looking around once more to check whether no one was around before rushing to their person.

“Lilia!” his lover laughed, wasting no second to pepper his face with many kisses, “I am so glad you are finally here,” they spoke once they decided he's had enough. Though once their faces inched apart, Y/N could not but laugh upon seeing what had become of his face - now littered with kiss marks all over.

“I am also,” and so they spent the rest of the time cuddling and sharing kisses while waiting for the ceremony to start.

That, if you were to ask any one of them, came too soon. For only a little after their reunion were they forced to part once more for the sake of the dreaded ceremony.

“Venget Kruwarug, do you take this person to be your partner, to live together in holy matrimony, to love them, to honor them, to comfort them, and to keep them in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” asked the priest.

“I do,”

“And, Y/N L/N, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” and Lilia's heart broke once again at that moment.

When the newlywed couple was to share a kiss, he averted his eyes.

“What is it like? Being married?” asked Lilia when the two of them were dancing in one of the many big halls of their new home.

“I can not wait to get out of this marriage, really,” Y/N rested their head on his shoulder once they spun.

“Why is that?”

“You have many duties outside of the castle and it is insufferable without you around to keep me company, and grounded so I do not wind up mad,”

“Then I shall hurry with my duties to be able to whisk you away sooner,” he slowly, yet full of love, kissed his lover. The moment might have been the sweetest they were able to share in a while, had they not been interrupted by King Venget, who rushed into the hall - in turn forcing their kiss to break.

“When have you gotten here, Lilia Vanrouge? How have I not been notified of your arrival?” he asked, leaving Lilia to break their hold and bow.

“That must be because I have first searched for my Sovereign, whom I am the personal guard of, before attending to my other duties,” with venom seething from his words, Lilia very secretly smirked to himself.

“Then I ask of you to not do the same the next time you come for a visit,” with a hiss, the King took Y/N's hand and rushed them outside while Lilia had no other option but to follow.

“General Vanrouge! With this, you have been given my blessings to live a married life with my only child, Y/N Vanrouge,” King F/N spoke with the happiest smile possible, after all, the two of them were now family even on paper. Finally- finally, were they able to give Lilia a higher status that would allow him to be wedded to Y/N. The only thing left was for him, now General Vanrouge, to take Y/N away.

“What brings you here, guard?” asked a very furious Venget from his throne room.

“It is General Vanrouge now, and I have come for Y/N,” the smile on Lilia's face was uncharacteristic of him. He felt proud and powerful.

“Go then,” Venget laughed back, flicking his hand in the process. As if he didn't care at all. This angered Lilia but he tried to not let it get to him, but rather to Y/N's quarters that he knew the way to even with closed eyes.

He slammed open the door, yet the room was quiet and empty.

“General Vanrouge,” spoke a voice from behind. He spun around, his head spinning from the toll of said action. It was one Venget's maids, whispering to him.

“Have you an idea where they are?”

“I am worried you have come a bit late, General, Y/N passed four days ago,”

“What?” clutching his heart he looked up at the now taller figure of the maid, “what are you saying?”

“Y/N had committed the act of suicide after yet another quarrel with the king,”

NO!

What?!

Lilia had known of the pain Y/N had been in this whole time, but he felt like their promise of a better life could aid them in surviving for even just a little.

Oh, how he hated not simply taking them away the second he noticed the first bruises on their body.

Had Lilia just ignored the people, the two of them could right now be living together somewhere far away, no one there to judge or stand in their way.

But that was naught but a dream now.

In a fit of rage, General Vanrouge went on a rampage and murdered everyone in Venget's castle. Stories spread fast, of a mad king and his divine punishment in the form of a fae.

He returned to his home with the body of his lover in his hands. After a proper burial, he had no place in the castle, so he took off into the wild.

On one of his voyages, he came across a woman in distress. She was overpowered by fae, her cloaked figure desperately screaming at them to let her be. The virtuous knight that he was, he spared no time in killing them and saving the maiden in need of help. Once their eyes met, he recognized the figure to be none other than the ruler of Briar Valley. Who, as thanks for his help, appointed him General of the army they had been building in preparation for the human-fae war that was soon to break out. Though hesitant, he accepted, realizing that his life had at that time been nothing but a disappointment.

“General Vanrouge, reporting for duty,”

And so Lilia Vanrouge became an honorable member of Briar Valley, aiding his new home in winning the war. Later, he promised himself to not fight to death anymore but to live a peaceful life, opting to help train the castle knights and take care of the newborn heir to Briar Valley whom they named Malleus Draconia.

It wasn't long before he came across a small human child in the forest. Silver. Often did Lilia think about raising his own children, and having a family with his one and only, yet he could not anymore.

Silver learned to not question why they visited a grave with the name Y/N Vanrouge engraved on it once a year. Had his father wanted him to know, he would've told him.

Now, Lilia Vanrouge lives a different life, free of the pain and suffering he had gone through. As a result, he had become way more positive and appreciative of what life had to offer. Cursed with a long lifespan, all he could now do was make sure to pass his knowledge and take care of his son.

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lilithlovessapphires · 1 month

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In a World of Our Own {Alice Liddell x fem!reader}

Plot - You and your best friend, Alice, sneak away from your lesson and, after singing a peaceful song, you both realize your shared feelings.

Universe - Alice in Wonderland

Posted - Thursday 7th March, 2024

It was a warm sunday morning when you and your best friend, Alice, were forced to listen as her sister, Lorina, read a history book to you both.

"Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him." Lorina read aloud as you and Alice were sat atop a thick tree branch, creating flower crowns.

"And even Stigand..." She paused when Alice's leg dropped from the tree branch, swinging softly.

"Alice."

"Hm?" She looked down at her sister, who had interrupted her peace.

"Oh, I'm listening." Alice lifted her leg back up onto the branch and continued making her flower crown.

You covered your mouth to try and muffle your giggle. Alice looked at you with her soft blue eyes and smiled softly at you.

Oh, she was just so beautiful! She was just like an angel! Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and her smile was so-

Wait, what were you saying?

Lorina continued.

"And even Stigand, the archbishop of Canterbury, agreed to meet with William and offer him,"

Alice reached over to you and gently put the crown of white flowers on your head.

"The crown."

Your face immediately turned bright red at her soft touch. Unfortunately for you, Alice noticed and began giggling.

But so did Lorina.

"Alice! Y/N!" She said sternly. "Will you both kindly pay attention to your history lesson."

"I'm sorry." You said.

"But how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?"

"My dear children..." She closed the book for a moment to regain her composure. "There are a great many good books in this world without pictures."

"In this world perhaps."

"But in our world, the books would be nothing 𝑏𝑢𝑡 pictures." You both said in unison.

"Your world?" Lorina looked up, amused. "Oh! What nonsense. Now..."

"Nonsense? That's it Y/N!" She looked over at you, an excited grin on her angelic face.

"If we had a world of our own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

You paused for a second to take in her monologue before replying,

"I don't think I do, Alice."

She got down from the tree branch you two were resting on and continued.

"In our world, you wouldn't say 'I don't think I do, Alice. You'd say 'Yes, dear.' "

Alice took your hand and took you to the beautiful meadow.

"In our world, cats and rabbits would reside in fancy little houses, and be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers."

She lay down in the meadow, you following her lead.

"In a world of our own..."

"All the flowers would have very extra special powers. They would sit and talk to me for hours when I'm lonely in a world of our own."

A blue bird flew by, catching Alice's attention.

"There'd be new birds, lots of nice and friendly how-de-do birds. Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds within that world of our own."

"I could listen to a babbling brook and hear a song that I could understand." She sang. You both were sat on the grass next to a clear blue river.

"I keep wishing it could be that way because our world would be a Wonderland." You both said in unison.

She looked up at you with her soft blue eyes. They glazed over with recognition and she smiled widely.

And then your lips met hers in a soft kiss.

#alice in wonderland #alice x reader #disney

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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A Tom Voze x fem!reader where the climax plays the same where Tom and Libby are revealed to be part of the N*zi cult but the fem!reader finds out that not only Tom was still married to Libby but he continuously had sex with the fem!reader and manipulated and used her for his and Libby's benefits and the cult. The reader spitefully dumps him by ruining his watch and slapping him and calling him a "jackass".

Tom Voze X Fem!Reader Requested prompt

!TW: Mention of attempted murder/assassination, mention of dictatorship/dictators, mention of murders, implied manipulation, mention of divorce, swearing, insult, violence (‘slapped’)!

You were shocked after the sudden chaotic events which went down after the Reunion Gala, and were trembling as you followed Tom into the small red room where Paul Canterbury and Henry Norcross were waiting. You subconsciously held Tom’s hand, frightened and uneasy. “This - This is terrible,” you whined, and Valerie looked between you and Libby, surprised as she began to think that Tom and Libby had split up, though she’d seen them together only a week ago.

“This is an outrage,” Tom added, and you nodded.

The General stepped forward, scowling. “You’re going to be charged,” he stated, pointing his finger at him threateningly, “you’re going to be charged, Tom.”

You would be surprised, looking up at Tom, before you looked back at the General. “But - Tom didn’t do anything,” you responded, and Tom nodded in response.

The General ignored you, and Tom kept up his calm composure as he replied: “No sir you are confused.”

You whimpered quietly, squeezing Tom’s hand. “I’m not confused,” the General contradicted, certain of himself.

Henry Norcross stepped closer to Tom, and you warily looked up at Tom, before you looked up at Norcross. “There is enough evidence, I’m sorry to say,” he began, “that the man who took a shot at General Dillenbeck on that stage tonight - was the same man on the boat with Meekins, on a ticket purchased by your foundation-”

You glanced up at Tom, your eyes wide as you began to wonder if he’d asked you for the money for another reason. “No need to raise your voice,” Libby interrupted from the other side of Tom, and you hesitantly released his hand, turning to face him.

“Tom what’s happening?” You asked, your voice quiet as you were worried that you’d break down. Tom wouldn’t answer, briefly looking over at you. You then looked to Norcross, wanting answers. “What are the charges?” You pried, and Norcross began again, a look of pity on his face as he met your gaze, before he returned it to Tom.

“The charges are against you and the guests you invited,” Norcross answered, and Tom grunted. “The committee of the five,” he added dramatically, and you couldn’t believe it, turning fully to Tom again.

“The committee of the five?” You repeated, confused and frustrated; you never knew that anything had been happening behind your back.

Norcross could see that you were confused, so he filled you in. “Conspiracy to bribe the United States General,” he stated, before he stepped closer to Tom again, “attempted assassination - Conspiracy to overthrow the US Government, trade them with dictators.”

“Tom-..” You murmured, a pained expression on your face. “Did you do this?” You asked, and Tom hesitantly nodded his head. “Tom,” you whispered, shaking your head as you turned away from him for a moment.

“Liz and Bill Meekins - Two murders your organisation are responsible for,” Norcross added, and Tom glared over at him.

“I thought it was wrong that Meekins died,” Tom stated, “that was a tragic theft of a life, but something had to be done.” You forced yourself to look back at Tom again, feeling a mild pain in your chest as it became clear to you that Tom could have only been getting involved with you physically for money. “He didn’t see the opportunity of the new ways to live,” he stated, and Libby decided to speak up to defend Tom.

You then found yourself looking between both him and Libby more, and you wondered if he’d lied to you about the alleged divorce. “He didn’t understand; Meekins didn’t understand, do you understand that?” Libby spoke quickly, her voice briefly trembling. You subconsciously stepped away from Tom, but he wouldn’t notice, and you noticed him holding Libby’s hand, instead.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you began to interrogate him, yourself. “You lied to me about the divorce,” you stated, “didn’t you?” Tom groaned, turning his head to look over at you.

“You need to slow it down,” Norcross stated, jabbing a finger at you, but you ignored him, wanting answers from Tom.

“You’re still married to Libby,” you guessed, and Tom couldn’t help, but smirk, as he encouraged Libby forward. Valerie would be surprised; she couldn’t believe that Tom would lie about such a thing, and get involved with the committee of the five. You felt your heart sink, and tried not to break down in front of him. “And - All those nights you came to see me - they meant nothing, at all?” You assumed, and Tom nodded.

“Let’s just say I wanted the extra money from you for a pal of mine, and for a gift for my wife,” he answered, and you scowled, fighting back the tears which were invading your eyes.

You stepped closer to him, gritting your teeth. “Well you know what, Tom?” You spat, before you grabbed hold of his wrist, managing to take off his watch before he could stop you. “Fuck you,” you stated simply, before you threw his watch to the ground, stamping on it with the heel of your high heels.

Tom couldn’t believe you as he crouched down, picking up his now ruined watch; you’d managed to break the glass and the inside of the watch. Tom glared up at you, furious. “Do you have any idea how much this cost me?” Tom questioned, and you shrugged; you no longer cared, at all.

“You could always use that money you stole from me every time you came to see me to buy a new one,” you responded, and Tom rolled his eyes, irritated. “Oh, and one other thing,” you added, before you suddenly slapped him across the face, “you’re a jackass, and I never want to see you again!” You then stormed out of the room, feeling a little better after you’d lashed out at him.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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animeniac-writings · 6 years

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which black butler demons would go for the menstruation fetish?

(And since I mistook the first one for being oral, it’s just oral still)

Anime: Black Butler

Sebastian prides himself on bringing you pleasure. With the scent of your arousal, the taste of your blood, his eyes go pink with lust and hunger. Truly, he gets more out of this arrangement than you, he thinks.He is never to be outdone, even by his own standards and brings you to peak multiple times. Your breathy panting filling the air is a personal symphony only he may savor. “My dear, if I could not please you to the fullest extent, well what kind of lover would I be?”

Hannah, well first of all we’ve seen how she was before eating Luka. And though she is not the same demon, old habits die hard. She still knows how to make her partner unravel with the simplest touch.

If you don’t know her past, no one would ever suspect her to be such a knowledgeable master in bed, or wherever you happen to be when you crave her tongue between your folds, also double points if you sit on her face while she eats you out.

Timber, Thompson, Canterbury. They don’t really care whether or not you’re menstruating, but you’re their s/o and they want to please you, And if that so happens to be when you are bleeding, they willingly oblige. And discuss the taste your blood adds in front of you as well.

The triplets do nothing alone, that means when it comes to going down on you they’re all part of it, taking turns while the other two chat not so quietly about what the third is doing with his tongue or fingers. Don’t expect to reach your orgasm anytime soon though. It’s not really that they enjoy teasing, but if you were to finish so quickly then they wouldn’t get the share. (There’s always obvious jealously amongst the two who don’t give your final orgasm)Same movements and touches in different orders each, and learning how to make you melt a little further each time by watching who’s going down.

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viridwns · 3 years

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Why wouldn't you date Hannah Annafellows?

Why wouldn't you date Timber, Thompson, and Canterbury [You get all three of them.]?

Okay Hannah let's people walk over her too easily and well ya know i would've kicked alois ass along time ago if i were her. And i will never forgive her for that eyeball thing 😃

No cuze i literally love Timber, Thompson and Canterbury 😭✋

Buttttt for the sake of this game *sigh*

Okay uhm they're to dumb for me and i don't mind dumb people/demons, but omfg i would kms so fast if i was stuck with them in the same room for more than 15 minutes (although they sometimes have funny convo's) and they always repeat eachother/say the same thing and that triggers me sm😭

Send me some more characters and i'll tell you why i wouldn't date them! Challenge here

#y/n #x y/n #anime #anime x reader #black butler x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji #timber #thompson #canterbury #hannah #hannah annafellows

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danddymaro · 3 years

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Temptation | Claude Faustus x Reader

This is the original [ HERE ]

It is pretty different and changed up. Heck, now that I'm re-reading both , I kind of don’t recognize much of the original. I like this one more, since its more recent and edited. I had actually written that one when I was younger and posted it up much later on that site... but I feel like I’ve done better now, like I’ve vastly improved. I guess cause I like having more details now, Idk about anyone else.

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count : 6335

Temptation

"Don't cry..." she cooed softly, all whilst petting the young boy, her hand gently running over his blonde, silken hair, combing it down with her small raking fingers to soothe him.

"Shh...it'll be alright young master," she assured him, her voice sweet, almost saccharine as she spoke to him, "I'm here...I’m here... And I'll always be here," she said yet again, repeating the words over and over, chanting them to him in a low, melodic tune that only she could produce.

- And it wasn’t just for that night she had made such a proclamation...

To always be there; to never leave him...

‘Never leave me...Never abandon me (f/n),’ He thought to himself, silently ordering her.

She so often assured him there was nothing in the world more important to her than he was, feeding the desperate young boy with everything he wanted to hear, not because it served to her benefit, but because he needed it.

-Because she truly loved him.

"It's so dark..." Alois whispered back to her as she sat on the large bed with him, satin sheets draped over both of them as they stayed huddled close together.

He had insisted she crawl in there with him, and of course, she wouldn’t dare dismiss his request, not when his blue eyes were nothing but melted ice, overflooding, and momentarily causing streams of sorrow down his young face.

His arms then wrapped around her with a sudden quickness, surprising her enough to put a halt to the gentle strokes she had provided on the fair-haired youth.

“It’s so dark...” He said again as he clung to her tighter, his face pressed against her left breast like the needy brat he was.

At his desperate hold, she too held him close, quickly coming down from the light start he had given her, holding him tightly against her and keeping his trembling body near her.

‘I see....it is expected,’ She mused to herself.

"The darkness is what you fear the most, yes master?" she said softly, embracing the poor child, knowing how frightened he was of not just the loud clapping sounds, but also the blackness surrounding them.

She was aware of just what the harsh sounds of chaos outside did the boy, and moreover what the lonesome void of light caused within him.

She knew him through and through, or at the very least she believed she did...

She knew what made him sorrow-filled, becoming familiar with what made him angry, as well as taking into account what unnerved him.

However, she hadn’t a clue as to what lay in his past, because he never spoke of it, but of course, she could more or less figure. She knew, of course, the world was a cruel place, and even then she was still surprised at man’s corruption where not even a child was safe.

She could put pieces together, ones that created a dreadful puzzle, one that made her weep at times.

Admittedly she had shed tears for Alois, and she wouldn't ever hide the fact, because she wasn’t ashamed to let it be known that she loved him.

‘I know what matters young Lord,’ She thought to herself, ‘ I may not know everything about you, but I don't need to...’ she added with motherly love.

‘Because that’s all that matters now...’ She reasoned, ‘ Nonetheless, I'm here now...I’m here now young master... and I won’t let you be harmed. I won’t leave you in the dark.’

“I know it is,” she voiced, “ But no worries young master,” she assured him. “You should have no worries now, not of the thunder or darkness...” she added with certainty.

“None of it...” she murmured, bringing her chin down to lay on top of his head, her eyes closing momentarily.

Meanwhile, the young boy in her arms stirred from within furthermore, '(f/n) am I wrong?’ Alois asked himself as he was embraced back, feeling her chin touch the top of his head.

‘ Do you truly care? Could you really..?' He wondered,‘ Or do you fear me instead? Do you only stay because you have no other choice as well?’ He continued on while his tears continued to fall,

‘Could it be...? Or am I wrong to doubt you?’

Alois Trancy always asked himself this, along with many more questions that ran along the same lines, because to his dismay, he always doubted.

The young boy always doubted.

No matter how certain he could be, he always challenged the notion that he could truly be loved, and that somehow, someone truly cared for him.

‘How could anyone really?’ he asked himself with spite directed at himself, at his tainted soul, and moreso his soiled body.

All of him was used...soiled...filthy.

‘Filthy...Filthy and unloved... I am...’ He thought with a hiccup. ‘ I am nothing more than that...’

Hearing what was the unmistakable sound of his blubbered cries accompanied by the little shiver coursing throughout his slim frame, (f/n) brought her gaze down to him, separating from him a bit in order to gaze at him properly.

She stared back at soft baby blue irises in the desperate attempt to comfort the lost, tainted soul, knowing he was suffering and fretful, well aware he was hurt more than words could ever fix.

A small, sweet smile overtook her pale-rose painted lips as she stared down at him, hoping to somehow raise one out of him.

Kind eyes, lovely, sweet and pure stared down at him, absolutely sunning him, making his heart still. They were filled with love, pure, unadulterated love he’d never received before, making his breath hitch in a notable fashion.

The way she gazed down at him, it told him she didn’t want his body. It reminded him that she didn’t want his soul either.

No... his (f/n) wanted nothing more than to give...accept...wholeheartedly devote herself to him, not because she was forced to by contract, and not because she had any hunger for him either.

‘(f/n) truly cares for me,’ he thought to himself, pushing away the thoughts of before, trying to shove them clear out the window,

‘(f/n) desires only my joy...She desires nothing more...’

He hated having to be reminded he mattered, hated needing the validation, but the truth was that the way he believed love to work was different. His mind had been warped, twisted and turned so much that it was nothing but a mess.

‘No...No...The way you look at me...’ He resisted, his glazed eyes gazing into hers, ' The way your eyes fall onto me... The way you hold onto me...’

She wordlessly challenged him, more specifically his doubtful thoughts, unknowingly giving him assurance with her (e/c) gems, giving validation to her words of promise.

He was aware of the existence of demons, the same unholy creatures which surrounded him. He knew those evils existed as his home had become nothing more than a nesting ground for the fiends.

He knew they were real, so he often asked himself if there was such a thing as angels.

Did they also exist?

He often wondered if the light lived with the darkness... if it had come down to roam free with the meager humans just as the demons had traveled from the depths of hell.

Did those holy angels exist? Or was their world just a playground for the fiends to fester and feed?

Had the humans been left to their monstrous mercy?

Had he been destined to just be pray?

As he brought his eyes back down, he lay them on the cloth over her chest, more specifically, the white apron trimmed with ruffles that followed a heart-shaped edge.

He looked on at her uniform piece, mindlessly letting his right hand reached up to the ruffled pieces, the tips of his fingers occupied with them,

‘ How different they are, ‘ he mused, a small sniffle meant to let out amusement, though very lukewarm.

If anything the action itself served more to vacuum up the snot running down his nostrils.

‘Like night and day,’ He went on.

The young Trancy maid was so different from his head butler that It wouldn’t surprise him in the least bit if she did turn out to be a divine spirit, one being the complete polar to the fiend Claude was,

‘Would you save me (f/n)? Could you be here to save me? Save me from the world?... from Claude even?... from myself if you had to?...’ he wondered idly. ‘Could you heal me?’ He wondered with a sliver of hope, knowing he was being foolish in his pondering, cringing as he heard large droplets smack his large window.

‘ Even if I were to be wrong...’ he started, ‘ I wouldn’t want to let you go. I wouldn’t want to give you up,’ he continued on, ‘ In fact, it’s meaningless to wonder, because I don’t want you to leave either way...

You could be yet another demon... you could also want my soul and I wouldn’t mind it...’

Nonetheless, he loved her still, loving her attention, loving her more than he could love anything else in the world.

‘-I’ll give you anything so long as you stay, I’ll promise you anything you wish,’ He compromised, ‘I’d break my soul in two halves...share it with you as well to feed your hunger...

I just ask that you stay...’

He could feel it in his chest, the aching he felt when he so thought of the possibility of her abandoning him.

Whether it was all some lie or not, he’d still wanted her with him.

‘Never...’ He told himself, ‘Never will I be alone...not without you or him...not without you both....’ He insisted, not being able to stomach the notion of lonesomeness.

It was then that an incredibly loud boom came from outside, making even the woman release a small sound of surprise.

Being caught off guard, her body had begun to melt by the strangely soothing sound of heavy falling rain, so when the roar erupted she couldn't hold back the alarm she felt. Meanwhile, the Trancy head’s eyes went enormously wide, a cry leaving him, nearly choking as he tried to speak,

"P-please don't let go!" He pleaded, burying his flushed face in her warm chest, trying to drown out the thunder.

Somewhere in there lay her heart, ‘Somewhere in here, it’s cradled by her...just like I want to be.’ he thought breathlessly, his heavy tears wetting her uniform even more, his nose going runny as well.

His hands clawed at her, small, thin fingers digging into her back as his grip tightened, his nails digging in, even though the cloth.

’Please keep me safe (f/n), Tuck me in near your heart, with what little space may be there... I'll take it.’

‘I’ve given you your own spot,’ He silently reminded her, knowing his heart was in two halves, one meant for her, and one meant for his butler, the same one who had yet to show face...

Something he hadn’t overlooked, because, in spite of all his wondering and fear, he couldn’t push the absence aside, " Damn it! Why isn't he here! Where's Claude?!" He demanded in anguish, which to her, sounded more like a soft, muffled plea.

It sounded weak...small.

‘ Where is he...’ the young boy wondered, ‘(f/n) your here... but where is Claude... where is he?’

Unknown to the two, the said man watched them, all with glowing interest, one that could not be truly measured, and that was unimaginable to them both. His golden eyes were both overtaken by fluorescent pink as he continued to eye them both in the manner a mischievous one would gaze at unattained decadences.

‘Sweet little treats left out for anyone to grab,’ He mused.

Both were sweet and savory little bites to take at his liking, and what was best;

Nothing would get in his way.

Nothing could stop him.

Claude licked his now dry lips, eyeing the young maid from a dark corner, watching as she embraced their young lord with a hold so fierce, one would have to tear her arms open to steal him from her.

She held him with an iron grip, one that cradled him near as though he truly was precious, as though he’d been nested within her womb at one point.

The butler knew she’d fight for him with the same ferocity he would, despite her mortality, and moreso, for reasons that were polar to his.

While to Claude he was nothing more than a meal, (f/n) saw something else.

She saw through maternal eyes that had given her a strength Claude hadn’t thought humans could come to obtain,

"It all excites me …" He said lowly, smirking at the vulnerable pair, his dark, delighted voice there for only himself to hear and reflect upon.

He watched with amusement as both the creatures jumped as the world outside flashed white, a roaring cry echoing with viciousness.

“Yes, it is indeed exciting... Madly rousing,” he said, feeling actual exhilaration, his body growing hot, the temperatures of it rising to a boiling point.

He looked all too much like a coiled serpent, waiting with glee, glimmering eyes filled with excitement as he waited for his moment to spring forward, viscously sinking its fangs onto innocent, little beings he’d make dinner out of.

They both were in his vision and interest, but only one left him truly spellbound because truth be told, everything about the woman made him go mad...feral even.

"Naughty me, wanting a treat before the main course," He snickered.

He wasn't the least bit concerned about the want he felt, because after all, it didn’t mean he couldn't have it all.

By having her, it didn’t mean he would have to give up the boy.

It was never in his plan to simply let go of something he’d already worked so hard on.

‘All the humiliation... the intolerable brat’s constant swings in between bitter and sweet...’ He thought with bitterness,

'...But of course that wavering...it does make him all the more appetizing,’ he reasoned. ‘ And it will make it all the more satisfying to see my young lord bloodied red,’ He went on.

The whimpering child's soul was appetizing, It had been his only focus, at least until a certain point.

It had been all he could focus on until she arrived.

‘And then, of course, there is you, my dear...’ He thought to himself as he continued to eye her.

“There is you my sweet (f/n)…Sweet...You’re all too sweet with that aromatic warmth... all of that tempting flavor you know nothing of,” He sighed in a daydreamed state, drunk over her tempting image.

Her soul begged to be devoured, shared with no one else, and swallowed whole by his gluttonous hunger, and all the while, he wasn’t even ashamed to admit it:

He wanted everything from her, from the soft (h/c) hair on her pretty head to that teasing, sweet soul she carried within her lovely vessel which was in every sense perfection.

She was perfection to him, pleasing every sense of his.

How he longed to ravish her pure, virgin body, run his nude fingers up and down her smooth legs before he’d have the chance to dig his sharp fangs within her silky neck.

He could smell it, she was untouched, untainted, and oh so tempting.

Never before had he felt such an overwhelming urge to completely devour a defenseless creature such as herself, not even his prior fixation on his master was in comparison, and it was indeed something for him to relish in with joy.

He was fortunate.

The day she stepped foot in the household, that single move marked her fate.

From that day forth, she was his, and his alone.

She was off-limits to the other roaming demons who he knew glared at him in spite...brewing in envy as he made another claim. He was aware he wasn’t the only one interested in her, but no one else would dare mark territory where he had plans to.

Surprisingly enough, watching her with the brat somehow made her more appealing, it made her much more delicious,

'How kind you are, how nobly sweet...’ he mused with mockery as he saw her being latched onto, no qualms on her part.

‘...No, better yet, How naïve and incredibly stupid, ' He thought darkly.

He knew she had a horrible inability to say no.

She couldn't escape out of the affection from the young boy, even if it meant living her life in servitude, even if it meant living her life in a nest of demons and possible death.

In his mind, such kindness and sympathy she demonstrated could only belong to a naïve and utterly stupid creature.

"- I'm sure he'll be here soon your highness,” (f/n) told Alois, “ I’m certain he would never abandon you," she added, lightly running her fingers through her master's silky blond hair to soothe the young male, continuing on with the tender action from before.

‘One’s heart would have to be black to leave you, ‘ She thought to herself. ‘Rotten and evil...Young master...”

"...And what about you?" He questioned unsurely, all with a quaking voice. His fingers dug into the fabric of her dress, fearing she'd leave him right then and there.

‘I know you’ve already told me,’ he reasoned, ‘ I know I may be annoying, ‘ he then thought, ‘ but please, please tell me again, once more... a million times after that as well...’

“Would you ever leave me?” he asked her, sniffling up at her.

‘ You’ve asked me so many times,’ she mused, a small shake to her head.

"I love my young master far too much to ever leave him," she said lovingly, making his heart warm and his body melt on to her furthermore.

She cherished the child, being pulled back to him, rendering her weak to the idea of disappearing from his lonesome life.

Moreover, something had drawn her to the home in its entirety, despite the cold chills she felt, despite the unease, her heart pulled her there,

‘I felt it my first day here...before the large door to this place were opened to me... before I knew what lay within these walls, All I wanted to do was to stay in what felt like home.’ She thought to herself.

‘As though a thread pulled me here, so thin...invisible to me, yet tied around my heart, controlling me every step of the way,’

The rain let out, sounds of fallen drops being the only thing still audible by then. and soon after, the lights flickered on, revealing a tall figure approaching them with slow, steady steps.

"Claude!" Exclaimed the young boy, fresh tears still running down his flushed cheeks, but none the less sounding completely elated, and just like that his eyes glowed, happily and with complete joy. He wiggled out of (f/n)’s hold, making the woman momentarily be forgotten, her own happiness evident as she watched her young master’s tears begin to cease.

"(f/n) was right! You didn't leave...." he said trailing off, furiously rubbing his puffy, tired eyes with enthusiasm.

Alois then looked at his either side to see the two people he loved the most; the two people he couldn't bear to live without.

(f/n) sat with him still, her head slightly cocked to the side as she watched him, the same warm eyes he had been staring at still there while Claude stood at the opposite end, his hand falling over his chest, beginning to kneel to him,

“ Your Highness, “ he addressed him.

They would never leave him... They could never do so...

‘I’ll never be alone again,’ He thought. ‘ With them, I'll never be lonely again,’

A soft smile made its way onto his young face, wanting to stay just as they were for all of eternity, wanting them to always look at him, always have him in mind.

Because he was their center, the path their eyes would take.

His angel and his demon, there for him...

' My Claude... and my (f/n)' he thought to himself, knowing he was safe.

With that thought aside he smirked discretely, his head lowering to hide it.

He then remembered there was something else he loved about having his (f/n) and his Claude,

Something that entertained him heavily...

'I suppose it's time for some fun,' he squealed inwardly at his favorite pass time.

He turned back to (f/n), wrapping his arms around her again, but this time purposely rubbing his face over her cushioned chest,

“(F/n),” he said happily, knowing he was being eyed by the other male.

'Oh Claude, u desperately want her...don't you?... Don't you wish you could hold her as I do?' He taunted the demon, not needing words to do so. With a single look shot towards the demon as he teased him, wordlessly toying with him.

‘ She’s always soft, she’s always warm... she’s always loving, but only to me,’ He thought to himself, a mocking, little smirk adorned.

As though he could read minds, Claude tightened his jaw, staring on with sharpness, knowing just what the boy was doing,

‘All the more reason,’ Claude started, ‘All the more reason I will enjoy swallowing you whole...Your highness.’ He swore seething.

His hands twitched at his sides, knowing he could do nothing to tear them apart, his only choice being to watch,

‘And you...’ He thought snidely, eyes glued to the woman’s smiling face as she remained unaware of the boy’s games, and much more ignorant to the demon’s possessive nature towards her.

‘You...’ He added, not knowing just what to think.

Within his mouth his pointed tongue swiveled, gliding over his sharpened teeth as they itched to bite. With a press to his left fang, he released a long exhale through his nostrils, wanting to sink the dangerous pearly white’s to her (s/c) skin.

"Your so warm...." Alois whispered softly, actually loving her coziness. All jokes aside, he really was enjoying himself.

"Your Highness...” The tall, slim butler started, struggling through the words, “Don't you think you should head back to sleep already?" Claude suggested, gritting his teeth, trying to sound pleasant as he offered the suggestion.

“It is awfully late,” he went on, eyes shooting right at the (h/c) haired young woman, his piercing golden eyes staring into hers with expectancy.

‘My dear... Darling (f/n),’ he addressed her silently, a sharp end to his own inner voice as he addressed the woman, warning in his fierce gaze as he gave her an opening for her supporting input,

“Claude is right,” (f/n) said in agreeance, her voice soft and small as she broke the connection she had with the man. Instead, she brought her focus down to the younger male, “ You need to sleep,” she told Alois, her hands both on the sides of his face, making him look up to her.

“ The storm is gone, you can now rest,” she assured him. “ And I promise you if it returns, we will come to you. “ she added with a placid smile, being tired herself as well as feeling shaken by the Trancy butler.

The young boy became entranced by her (e/c) eyes and slowly he nodded as she spoke, somewhat spellbound, having no room for opposition.

If it had been Claude he would have toyed more, played around more with his butler, but with (f/n) there wouldn’t be the same enjoyment.

There was no real satisfaction in disobeying her.

Yawning, he agreed with her, truly feeling drowsy, watching as she slipped out from the sheets.

Alois then looked up at her with large innocent eyes, his hand reaching out to capture her long skirt before she drew farther away,

“wait...” he muttered.

"(f/n)…” He started, his voice gentle and sweet, “ would please kiss me goodnight?" He asked shyly, the bashfulness being partially genuine.

As his blue eyes strayed, Alois caught sight of the demon, watching him begin to grow tense, notable stiffness in his tall frame as the question was asked.

‘Riled up are we?’ He wondered, ‘It’s truly amazing... I would have thought you looking at someone else in such a way would hurt me...’ He mused, ‘ But somehow it doesn't bother me...

Only entertains me,’ He went on.

“A kiss?” (f/n) asked with risen brows, a playful, little smile perking her up.

‘Still a child I suppose,’ She thought to herself, finding the boy’s request adorable, not at all suspicious or strange, especially with how rough of a past hour he’d had.

"Don't they say an angel's touch heals all wounds?" Alois responded in wonder, putting up a false play of a sinless child, pulling out his final move for his game.

"I'm no angel, but I will do so anyway," (f/n) responded and giggled lightly as she was shaking her head.

Placing a soft, chaste kiss on the boy's forehead, (f/n) tucked him in, leaving him with a good night's wish. She turned, ready to wish the butler the same, but found him gone already, something she found strange because he’d usually stay behind with the young lord, but this time he didn’t.

What she didn’t know was that he had left the room seconds before her lips touched the boy, not standing through the show before him.

All in all, the only reason he parted from them was that he couldn't stand the sight.

He couldn’t stand the idea of envying some child, especially for receiving something as a chaste kiss from the woman he craved.

‘That brat...’ He thought to himself, his hands balled tightly. '...That damned woman,' He went on, yet again left at a loss for words.

(f/n) quietly maneuvered throughout the dark halls in hopes of not disturbing the sleeping child with any loud noise. The last thing she wanted to do was knock something over, much less something that cost more than his own life did.

She knew calmed steps would be best, and yet, she found herself in a fast-paced walk back to her quarters.

The same odd feeling that someone was watching her made her spine tingle, her light hairs standing on end as she felt a cold shiver course through her.

It hadn't been the first time she'd felt so uneasy in the gloomish nights, and even during the sunny mornings as well.

Regularly she felt the same unease.

Occasionally, she wondered what evil lurked in the halls, what it was that watched her with such ferocity that she felt her body bare, vulnerable to anything that could be standing there in its hunt.

Before she could think twice, or even react, another body was pressed against hers, caging her between it and the hard wall. Her scream was muffled by a gloved hand, pressing over her trembling mouth.

She felt her heart race, blood pumping through her veins with a high dose of adrenaline, "Shh...now-now, although I'd absolutely love to have your screams echo throughout the halls...I have a different method...." A masculine voice muttered, voice falling so low it was deliciously husky and arousing. And she couldn’t believe it, the sound being familiar to her that there was an immediate click in her mind.

The grip on her lower face gradually loosened, enough for her to be able to speak and be understood. "C-Claude..." she stuttered shocked, never having been so close to the man, or even touched by him for that matter.

It was to such a state that there was not even an accidental brush-up she could recall until then.

"(f/n)....." he said in the same sensuous tone, practically purring in her ear, letting his hand fall from her lips, his fingers lingering over the thick flesh of her bottom lip.

'This is too much...it's all a dream...all a dream....this can't be real..!' She chanted in her head, closing her eyes tight, squeezing them close together, before opening them wide, expecting to see the roof of her bedroom there, but instead, seeing the same dark hall she had in sight before closing them.

"Pl-please! Get off of me!" she squeaked, squirming in his hold, her voice nothing but a harsh whisper at best.

He responded with a low chuckle, amused by her frail, little voice, knowing that it was much more than the unwillingness to wake their master causing her voice to fail.

He changed positions with ease, her two hands both held above her head by one of his strong ones as he pressed her back to the narrow hall's wall.

His golden eyes flickered pink, staring into hers, trapping her soul and making her go still, her entire body melting into a strange calmness she’d never experienced before.

Caught in a trance, she stood dumbfounded, watching him draw near.

‘He’s...He’s not even human,’ She thought to herself, watching as the vivid color glowed, a sort of magic certainly held within them that she relentlessly shook.

The uneasy feeling of before when she’d feel watched and preyed upon were present yet again as she was put under the glowing orb’s trap,

‘It’s been him... this whole time...’ She concluded, understanding now that what lurked within the darkness had been the seemingly perfect, beautiful butler.

The creature that gazed at her, followed her so fiercely was none other than the Trancy butler, and it took a single look from the glowing fluorescent gaze to realize it.

' I should... I should move...but... but...I can't...'. Mind set blank as she found it difficult to think properly.

He came close, his glowing eyes closed, dark lashes fanning over his perfect, pale skin.

She could have imagined it, with the lack of light she could be mistaken, but over his alabaster skin was a touch of rose, dusted over his face as he drew near.

His lips pressed over hers with notable yearning, the press being needy, screaming of a desperate desire.

Unresponsively, she let him continue, still stuck in surprise, (e/c) eyes still widely opened.

It was then that his pair of mystic oculars opened up to her from their closed state, eyeing her.

"Don't be uncooperative...Ms. (f/n)" He said softly, letting go of her hands, deepening the kiss by tilting her head upwards and bending down slightly to her stature, giving her the true taste of his craving mouth.

Reacting, she protested struggling to push him away, her attempt performed in a half-hearted manner as her balled fists pressed against his chest, hitting his strong chest with helplessness, weakening furthermore as she was lip-locked with him.

'No....' she thought desperately fighting the urge to give in, but she couldn't help but release a smutty, little moan as his free hand-molded her round breast, teasing her through the soft fabric.

She cried aloud as he squeezed it lightly, the male holding a teasing grin at the sound, filed more to toy with her to rouse the sounds of her purity being muddied by him.

“Claude...” She said softly, drunk on the taste of his mouth, driven mad by the crude crease of his hand.

He was dark-haired, tall, and handsome, always sporting A firm pressed suit, one that held not a single improper crease nor a snag or tear.

He was always the picture of absolute, pristine perfection, somehow unraveling before her eyes as his hair fell over his face, his breath released in heavy pants while her hands wrinkled his perfect suit.

"(f/n)...dear..." he murmured, his nose buried into the crook of her neck, inhaling the soft scent of Lillies and lavender, the same soothing scent that covered her flesh and had been soaked into it as she bathed,

"You are divine," He added with the same tender longing, lightly nibbled the soft skin, playfully nipping her to get a small taste before he bit down harshly, finally tasting the sweet blood that leaked from her wound.

Surprised, she cried out, an anguished release that sounded strained as she choked on air, alarmed as she felt sharpened fangs piece through her.

'Oh my....this taste better than expected ...' he thought to himself, planning to make more small nibbles over her (s/c) toned skin.

His moistened tongue dragged over his lower lip before darting out to drag over the bloodied patch of flesh, making her wince, the stinging pain there as in the corners of her (e/c) colored eyes, tears welled.

A decadent taste of sweetness lingered over his tongue, dancing over it teasingly as he drew his opened mouth down further, trying to find another spot to selfishly dig into.

Again, she released a strangled noise, one filled with pain as he had torn through the tissue a second time,

“It hurts,” she gasped out loud, her breath huffing out, voicing her pain while trembling in his hold,

“Claude...” she said desperately, her voice cracking, the sound making his body’s stance falter.

To say his name in such a way...

“Then I’ll take care of it,” he murmured against the skin, one of his hands trailing up to the naked flesh, his gloved thumb pressing over it with gentleness, before his other fingers trailed down it, falling to the top hem of her ruffled apron.

“Would you allow me to, miss (f/n)?” he asked teasingly, offering her a rather cocky smirk, knowing she’d certainly agree. Even while she shivered in pain she left him continue, silently begging for more.

Half dazed, her own hand trailed up to the spot, her glazed eyes looking right into his underworld glimmering gems that shinned with mesmerizing pink.

She contemplated the offer, knowing that it was best to deny him and flee, but nonetheless, she stayed planted, watching him with a want he could see.

He took a step back from her, knowing she'd already fallen into his web, and all she could do was tangle herself more into it, falling toward him and his trap. With a daring step forward, she took a hard swallow, "Claude.....please....make me yours", she practically begged, breathing ragged.

'Fight it,' Her inner voice begged, speaking with futility as it was ignored by the starry-eyed servent.

'Claude...' She mused, 'Your kisses are like wine...' She thought to herself, drunk on the sweet, addicting taste that fogged her reasoning.

'They taste as though I shouldn't have more.

They leave my mouth dry... wanting more...desirng more I know I can't handle,'

With a small lunge, she fell into his arms, where he once again took dominance over a feverish kiss.

During then he was met with a response, one that admitted to the overwhelming desire which reigned over him aswell.

She stood right at her toes, tightly gripping his shoulders as his mouth moved in sync with hers in a dance that had never been practiced between the two but was executed with perfection.

‘-As though you were made for me...’ He told himself, his hands gripping her tightly, her body melting onto his form.

He could sense the desire laced within words she spoke, as well as feel the need she felt to be claimed by him.

Oh, how he loved it...

She felt ready to collapse, her legs giving out as they became just as shaking as a platter of gelatine. Somehow, they felt like they’d never been used, giving out beneath her with inexperience as she fell onto him,

‘Like a fawn... an innocent fawn,’ He mused, and In a single swoop, he picked her up, breaking off the heated kiss with a harsh breath coming from him, a wild grin etched onto his features.

He watched her pouting mouth begin to press together, her own tongue which had been tangled with his now tasting the remains of him over her lips, leaving a glossy shine as she was left desperate for more.

He gave her a devilish smirk before he chuckled, “ Shall we continue elsewhere?” he questioned her, and with an eager nod, she pleaded.

With the same curl to his lip, he pulled her into the empty room, planning on giving her just what she wanted, planning on diving into the tempting enchantress more.

Yes, everyone would know she was his...

The Next Morning "Say did u hear miss (f/n) Last night?" Said masculine a voice while speaking in a quiet murmur. "Good grief, One would give to be deaf not too," another voice, almost identical to the first replied back to the gossip, “ Though, I'll admit... I wouldn't mind havin’ her squirmin’ beneath me instead... too bad that glory hog got to her first...." he continued on.

"I must say, I agree, she is quite a screamer, not that I'd mind either." The last of the three added, tilting his head, curious as to what her face would be set as while she made the final cry that had left him shaken to the core during the previous night.

It was then that the three men, all perfectly aligned nodded in agreeance.

"Indeed....." The other two said in sync.

The ruby eyed trio followed the (h/c) haired woman as she continued to walk forward, slipping past them without so much as a word of address. It was evident that her mind was set on something else, a look to her eyes that seemed glossy and dazed being what gave it all away.

“He’s on her mind so it seems,” Timber said sighing, pouting. “Foolish if you ask me,” he added. Thompson shook his head with disappointment, “ Honestly, I just don’t understand the appeal,” He went on.

“Yet even the young master fancies him,” the last of the triplets, Canterbury voiced out with notable displeasure.

What was so great about Claude anyway?

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