redbeany19

[redbeany19]

sfw but suggestive, gn! reader, no label relationship (well..), canon age kishibe (early 50’s), 0.8k, i love this old man a lot and i want to give him a home so this came out

you two were not a thing.

not quite, no.

neither friends, nor lovers — you didn’t have the deep bond between you that friends did but you shared some semblance of what only lovers could. it resembled both and yet — neither at the same time.

kishibe would talk to you about his day. well, mostly skipping the unpleasant parts relating to his job, the many tragedies he’d seen before his eyes, drowning them sip after sip from his drink, seemingly unfazed, into the depths of his mind, brushing them off with a flat “in the end — the hunt went well”. he would talk, quietly and sparingly, while caressing your cheek with his, brushing by to plant soft kisses down your neck. he would talk — but never really share of what was really seared into the wall of his consciousness, or in his heart even.

it was easier to let him come to you whenever he had the time rather than seek him out constantly — most of your phone calls would go unanswered and you would very rarely get a call back; same with your messages — they would remain unread for days, sometimes even weeks. you were aware of the dangers of his job. you also knew of his past, mainly his reputation though, not that he had ever paraded about it. it was easy to read between the lines — “i love booze, women, and killing devils” was what he said the night you first met.

so, with that in mind, you gave kishibe a spare key to your house that he, to your surprise, put to use — quite often at that. it didn’t weigh on you that way. in fact, you felt more at ease whenever he came back, even though you didn’t ask him to.

sometimes he’d come crash at your place after a mission, a bit sweaty and at times — a bit wounded and bloody, too. and you’d take care of him — patch him up nicely and take him to bed with you and there —he would take care of you. “as a thank you”, he’d say, “just putting the years of experience in good use.”

other times he’d drop by unannounced, in the middle of the night, with an excuse that he had a little bit too much to drink and the bar was closer to your place. and you’d take care of him again — fix him a snack, run him a hot bath; sometimes you’d join him, too. squishing yourself between his spread legs. “thanks”, he’d say, grabbing your shoulders from behind only to pull you with his calloused hands, pressing your back flat against his bare chest.

his visits were sporadic at first until, at some point, they became more regular. from once every other week he started dropping by every other day. sometimes a few days in a row you’d get to wake up next to him.

in the beginning you were thrilled upon hearing the door unlock. but now you wouldn’t budge, it felt natural.

tonight was no different — he came to you, again.

“you didn’t lock the door”, he said, in his usual monotone voice. “i knew you’d come”, you replied, lying face down on bed. you could’ve rolled over to take a look at him and greet him properly but didn’t, you knew he’d come to you himself. he always did.

“i have a key”

“i know you do — i gave it to you”

“you should be more careful”, he climbed on the bed slowly and hovered over you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

you brushed it off with a chuckled nod, his facial hair tickling the side of your face. “hungry?, you asked, “i can fix you a little something” — in an instant you felt his whole weight let loose over yours, pressing your body against the mattress, trapping you in place — meaning “no, i’d  rather stay like this” but “maybe later” he whispered in your ear.

he wouldn’t say it out loud, he didn’t have to — you knew.

somewhere along the line it had become a habit of his to simply hold you like this, just a little bit before letting you take care of him or vice versa — his entire being would cup your frame from above, his tired hands would tenderly caress your skin, his lips would dance at the nape of your neck and across your shoulders, he’d take the scent of you through his mouth like he was inhaling a drag from his cigarette — deeply, as much as his lungs could take. and you would stay wrapped like this, in silent touches, just for a bit; until the sunlight creeped in through the blinds and it was morning again.

you two were not a thing.

not quite, no.

but you were something to him — a place that he loved to return to. it smelled like you. and a little bit like him. something like home; not just a thing.

[redbeany19]

Nudes .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩: aki, angel, kishibe, yoshida

note: you accidentally send nudes! (early dating or pre-relationship)

warnings: cursing, suggestive, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[redbeany19]

Cure for a Hangover

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~3.9k

cw: next-door neighbor Kishibe, age gap (I’m thinking at least fifteen years, Kishibe pushing mid-forties, reader is in her late 20s/early 30s), alcohol consumption, p*rn no plot, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), blowjob, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, pet names (sweetheart, angel, kiddo)

Summary: Kishibe is your mysterious, brooding, and significantly older next-door neighbor. You’ve lived beside him for a while now, only exchanging basic pleasantries out of politeness, never anything more. One night, he comes home drunk, or so he thinks. It’s not his door he’s slumped again; it’s yours.

Author’s Notes: It’s been a minute since I wrote for Kishibe and I really do miss it. This old man continues to do wonders to me, so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks! MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Taglist: @batafuraikisu @neverlandlostchild @bloompompom @dprkento @a-listaire @man-knees @demonwoman (bc Kishibe using kiddo as a pet name is living in my head rent free thanks to you)

part 3 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

It’s not often that you’re met with a man slumped against your door, but here you are, staring down at your next-door neighbor, Kishibe, doing just that. 

It’s past two in the morning now, and you’ve just come back from your own night out with your friends. You’re not nearly as drunk as you were three hours ago, after pounding glasses of Chardonnay while watching cheesy romance movies at your best friend’s apartment. And you’re certainly not as inebriated as the man before you, who absolutely reeks of liquor, even from a small distance away. 

You inspect the scene thoroughly, unsure what to do in this scenario. Kishibe is basically a stranger to you. Sure, you’ve exchanged basic pleasantries here and there over that past year since you moved in. That’s as far as it goes. You have no idea what his profession is, though you have a solid guess as to what it could be, given his work attire and overall physique. While you’ve never run into one yourself, devils run rampart in Tokyo, hell-bent on causing chaos wherever they spawn. Kishibe looks like a Devil Hunter, whose job is to eliminate these monsters. It’s intriguing, that’s for sure, but you’ve never mustered the courage to ask him about it, leaving him to maintain his mysterious demeanor. 

However, right now, you don’t see a Devil Hunter in front of you. Instead, it’s a simple man who is very drunk and very much in your way.

Deciding to help him, because that’s the only choice you have if you want to get into your apartment, you kneel down to search his overcoat, patting the breast pocket for keys. When you find nothing, you move to his pants, retrieving only his phone. His eyes are closed and he’s snoring, blissfully unaware of your predicament in his drunken stupor. You take this time to study his face. He’s looks much older up close; not only that, he’s even more handsome than you originally thought. There’s a prominent scar running from his mouth to his jaw, surely an interesting story behind it. You’re tempted to trace it delicately with your finger, but you ultimately resist the urge, snapping out of it to investigate his phone for any clues. 

There are several missed calls and texts from a person named Kenji. You use the Face ID feature to unlock his phone, thanking the universe that even with his eyes shuts, it works. Not wanting to pry more than necessary, you check the most recent texts for the answer to your question: Where the hell are his keys?

Kenji: you left your keys at the bar, come back now. I’m closing up soon

Kenji: I’m not waiting for your ass

Kenji: I’m leaving, get them tomorrow

You read over the messages once more, groaning quietly to yourself at your dumb luck. Desperate now, you resort to the next logical step.

“Hey,” you say, tapping him lightly on the cheek, rousing him awake. “Kishibe.”

Slowly, but surely, he opens his eyes, half-lidded, struggling to focus on you. “Huh?” His breath is heavy with liquor, most likely whiskey. His voice is deep and gravelly, and you hate admitting that’s it’s almost sexy. Well, not almost. It is sexy. 

Letting the inappropriate thought fade, you say, “You’re at the wrong apartment. This is mine.”

He blinks three times, opening his eyes properly to stare at you, expression confused. “Am I dead?”

You bite your lip, holding back laughter. “No, you’re not.”

“Am I in heaven?”

You shake your head, repeating, “No, you’re not.”

“Then why is there any angel here with me?” He sounds sincere, and you can’t help but break out into a genuine smile. 

“I’m not an angel,” you reply, giggling. 

His lips curve into a cocky grin. “You sure? You look like one to me.” Cheeky bastard, hitting on you while he’s plastered. And look at you, finding it endearing when he does. 

Slightly more relaxed, you slide the phone into his breast pocket, standing up to unlock your door. You can’t just leave him out here all night, so you decide to let him stay with you until he’s sober enough to call a locksmith. You jiggle the keys, turning the knob to open the door, and suddenly, there’s a loud thud, and then a delayed, “Ow.” He’s laid flat in the middle of your doorway, hitting his head on the hardwood. You feel guilty, not having the foresight to see this coming. His body is much sturdier than you anticipated. 

You kneel down, apologizing. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

He winces, rubbing the back of his skull, then gives you a goofy smile. “I’ll be fine. Think I can get a kiss to make it feel better?”

You roll your eyes at him, once again unable to contain your laughter. “I’ll get you some ice. Let’s get you to the couch first, okay?”

Somehow, some way, whether it’s spurred by adrenaline or desperation to finally get some sleep in your own bed, you manage to haul him up by the armpits and drag him the short distance to your couch. You fluff a pillow and place it under his head, making it as comfortable as possible for him. “I’ll get the ice now.”

Before you can stand up, he grabs your wrist, gripping you tightly. “What about my kiss?”

“Nope. Not happening. I bet you don’t even know my name,” you challenge him.

He doesn’t respond, loosening his hold so you can get up. You fill a plastic bag with ice, returning to surround the back of his head with it. Eventually, he utters your name, eyes closed while he relaxes to your touch. He peeks at you with one eye open, waiting for you to confirm. 

You nod, grinning. “So, you do know my name.”

“Can I get my kiss now?” he teases, gazing at you.

You shake your head. “Definitely not. I will not take advantage of a drunk person, that’s fucked up.”

He sighs, exhaling deeply, broad chest rising and falling. “Yeah, you’re right. I knew you were a good girl.”

You try not to hang on to those words, especially the last two, already fluttering below your belly over it. Grabbing his hand to replace yours, you instruct him to keep it there while you return to the kitchen to pour him a large glass of water. Within the short amount of time you’re gone, he falls asleep, his hand barely holding onto to the ice pack. 

You smile to yourself, setting the glass of water down on the coffee table to continue attending to his minor injury. After a while, when you notice that there isn’t any bump or swelling developing, you stop icing him. He snores peacefully in a deep sleep, no sign of waking up anytime soon. As gingerly as you can, you remove his overcoat, draping it over the back of the couch. You set his phone next to the glass of water, for easy access. His tie looks tight around his collar, so you loosen it. Finally, you remove his shoes from his feet, laying them by the front door near your own pair. You’re certain he’ll wake up in the morning, feeling like shit, so you place a bottle of painkillers by his phone in case he needs them. 

It's past three now by the time you’re dressed down in your pajamas and snuggled in bed. You keep the door ajar, listening to Kishibe’s steady breathing in the living room, treating it like white noise to help you fall fast asleep. 

~~~

Kishibe wakes up with his head throbbing. He stares up at the ceiling, not recognizing it as his own. It doesn’t take long for him to realize that this isn’t his apartment. 

He turns, seeing his phone, a glass of water, and a bottle of painkillers on the coffee table arm’s reach of him. Slowly, he sits up, grimacing from the pain, downing all the water in three large gulps. He checks his phone, thankfully still on its last leg of battery. It’s almost eleven on a Saturday morning and he’s sure Kenji, his bartender friend, is already awake, preparing for the day. 

“Kenji,” he mutters, throat hoarse from last night’s festivities. 

His friend first berates him for forgetting his keys, then laughs when Kishibe explains that somehow, some way, he managed to fall asleep on someone else’s couch. He could have woken up in worst conditions, that’s for sure. 

Kenji agrees to stop by after running his errands, in about two hours or so. Beggars can’t be choosers, so Kishibe has no choice but to wait. When they’re phone conversation is over, he sinks back into the cushions, trying to piece everything together from just a few hours ago. He recalls snippets of it, and he grows increasingly embarrassed as the memories play vividly in his brain. He’s certain he called his neighbor an angel, and even more sure that he was begging her for a kiss. How shit-faced was he to compel him to do that? Obviously, very. How could he let his intrusive thoughts blurt out of his mouth like that?

Call it cliché or whatever, but yes, Kishibe is attracted his young, pretty neighbor next door. However, he’s held off on making a move because he doesn’t want to make things between them awkward. Once he crosses that line, their relationship gets more complicated. And the devil knows that Kishibe doesn’t do complicated. So, he’s content with gazing from afar, exchanging basic small talk with one another whenever they pass each other in the hallway. That’s as far as it’s gone with her, and that’s as far as it will go. 

Of course, that’s all fucked up now thanks to his drunken antics from last night. 

Before he can make his move, he hears a bedroom door creak open from behind him. She comes out, looking fresh out of the shower, dressed in skimpy pajama bottoms that are short enough to expose that tantalizing curve right below her ass. Surely, she’s doing this on purpose, right? She has to know how fucking sexy she looks right now, there’s no way she doesn’t. 

He clears his throat, preparing to explain himself right off the bat to avoid an awkward confrontation. But he’s rendered momentarily speechless when she flashes a bright smile at him. “Morning, Kishibe.”

He huffs out a short laugh. “Morning.”

She steps towards him, sitting at the opposite end of the couch by his feet. Her shorts ride up and he’s sure he can see the lacey outline of her panties. Or maybe it’s just his perverse imagination, who knows at this point. “How are you feeling?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

He grunts. “Like shit,” he answers. “But it could be worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” she teases, patting his knee. 

His head pounds from his hangover, though it’s his heartbeat that thumps loudly against his eardrums, aroused by her touch. He has got to control himself. Doing his best to distract her from the raging boner growing beneath his slacks, he asks, “What happened last night?”

She explains her account of the evening in detail, her voice soft and soothing, cautious of his current headache. She leaves out the parts where he embarrasses himself, which he’s grateful for, not wanting to relive the humiliation. When she’s done, she offers, “If you want, you can take a shower while you wait for your friend to arrive. I can get you some towels. I even have a toothbrush you can use.”

He raises a brow at her. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

“Do you need someone to tell you that you stink? I thought it was pretty obvious given the state you’re in,” she quips, matching his expression.

He laughs, genuinely amused by her response. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

She leads him into her bathroom, showing him how to work the knob for hot water, pointing out the shampoo, conditioner, and soap kept neatly on a corner shelf of her bathtub. She lingers for a bit while he starts the shower, then hands him a clean towel and new toothbrush. “Let me know if you need anything.” 

Surprisingly, he makes it through his shower without succumbing to the temptation to touch himself. As degenerate as he can be, he still has some sense of respect and pride in him, enough to resist masturbating in his neighbor’s shower. He does, however, give her shampoo and conditioner bottles an extra-long sniff.

He dries off, scrubbing his hair with the towel, cleaning behind his ears with cotton swabs, checking his piercings. Towel wrapped around his waist, he brushes his teeth, making sure to go the full two minutes, scrubbing his tongue after. He hasn’t made the best impression so far, so he figures he should try to change that now, if there’s still a chance. Feeling fresh and clean, he stares down at his clothes in a pile on the floor. Even from where he stands, he can smell them, almost like they’ve been diluted in liquor and musk. Without thinking, he steps out of the bathroom, calling out her name. “Got any clothes I could borrow?”

She’s in the kitchen when he comes out, leaning over the stove as she cooks something that smells wonderful. She turns to face him, staring wide-eyed as he stands almost naked in the middle of her living room. Her gaze drifts down his bare body, lingering on his sculpted abs, then at the towel wrapped precariously around his waist. She snaps out of it in time, saying, “I don’t. Sorry.”

“My clothes fucking stink and I don’t want to wear them right now. Mind if I just walk around like this?” 

“Sure. I mean, I don’t mind.” She focuses her attention back to the pan, continuing to cook what looks like scrambled eggs. 

He knows this is a bizarre request, though this day couldn’t get any more bizarre than it already is, can it?

~~~

You’re not exactly sure how to refuse Kishibe’s request to walk around half naked in your apartment, so instead, you agree to it, claiming that you don’t mind. In actuality, you mind very much, simply because you can’t help but fantasize about the delicious sight beneath the towel. One wrong move like a bump to the hip is all it takes to see that pesky cover fall down. Geez, when did you become such a pervert? And for an old man?!

Desperate for a distraction, you maintain focus on the eggs in front of you. While he was in the shower, you decided to start breakfast, something hearty to combat that hangover of his. Scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage, comforting foods to soak up the remaining alcohol left in his body. He makes his way towards you, scooting a chair out from the table to take a seat. He strategically maneuvers himself to not accidentally expose you, though you really don’t mind if he does. Again, perverted thoughts, shame on you!

Finished cooking, you scoop the eggs out onto his plate and the other meant for you. He thanks you, taking a whiff of his breakfast, a small smile on his face. “Smells good.”

You pass him another glass of liquid, this one filled with an electrolyte drink meant for hydration after a night of drinking. “Drink this. It’ll help with your hangover.”

He eyes it suspiciously, then takes a gulp without questioning it further. 

The two of you eat in a comfortable silence, ignoring the obvious tension hanging in the air. From your peripheral, you notice the glint of steel hooked to his ear lobe. Piercings, which you never noticed before. Sexy.

He ends up finishing his entire meal, popping a few painkillers to chase it all down. He even chugs the electrolyte drink, claiming it isn’t so bad. While you take the last few bites of your toast, he excuses himself to brush his teeth again. You’re surprised at how hygienic he is, considering how he appeared before you just mere hours ago, hunched against your front door covered in his own liquor-soaked sweat. You take the plates, stacking them in the sink to wash for later. How much longer is his friend going to take to arrive here? You’re getting nervous, thinking of other ways to fill this gap of time without making your attraction to him so obvious. 

You sit on the couch, turning the TV on to a random sitcom with the volume low, listening to the rush of water from the faucet inside the bathroom. When it stops, you try to find a comfortable position to sit in. It’s only now that you realize how short your pajama bottoms are; they ride all the way up your thighs and you can practically see your underwear through them. It’s too late to change when Kishibe returns, still clad in just a towel, taking a seat on the other side of the couch a safe distance beside you. It’s silent for a brief moment, neither of you knowing what to say in this odd situation. You shift nervously, tugging at the hem of your shorts. 

“Thank you,” he starts, avoiding your gaze, staring ahead at the television. “For taking care of me. Must have been annoying to deal with a drunken old man.”

You smile, relaxing. “It wasn’t so bad. Besides, I couldn’t just leave you out there like that. Someone could have taken advantage of you.”

“Like you almost did?” he smirks, facing you now.

Laughing, you meet his gaze. “You remember that?”

“I do.” He spreads his legs apart just barely, towel draped dangerously over his knee, almost ready to slip.

You swallow hard, avoiding a glance in that direction, heat surrounding your cheeks. “Well, I was a good girl, remember? I didn’t do anything.”

He hums, nodding slowly, eyes drilling into yours. “You were a very good girl.”

Your breath hitches and you find yourself gravitating towards him, scooting closer. He grins, the scar on his cheek curving with it, voice low and seductive. “You gonna be bad for me now?”

“Only if you want me to,” you purr, sliding your hand beneath the towel, up his thigh, arousal pooling between your legs. Fuck it. He wants it, you want it. There’s no denying it anymore. 

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, pulling you in for a kiss. His mouth is cool and minty against yours, the remnants of toothpaste lingering in his spit. You slurp it up, hungry for any taste of him. He removes the towel from his waist, shrugging it to the floor, leaving him completely naked. You glance at his lap and bite back a moan, amazed at how fucking big he is, way too eager to have him inside you, desperate to be filled to the brim.

“Not bad for an old man, huh?” he chuckles, wrapping his fist around the shaft, stroking it.

“Not bad at all,” you smile, stripping out of your clothes hastily, kneeling between his legs with your mouth open.

He feeds you his cock, humming when you surround him in your wet heat, swallowing him to the hilt. One hand grips the back of your head, guiding you gently up and down his shaft. “You’re filthy, taking your neighbor’s cock like this. Who knew you’d be such a slut?” he mutters, caressing the side of your face with his other hand. “Touch yourself while I fuck this filthy mouth. Get that pretty pussy wet for me.”

You obey, spurred on by his vulgarity, reaching for your arousal, rubbing your throbbing clit with fast fingers. His cock hits the back of your throat and you guzzle him down to resist gagging, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. He moans, bucking his hips slightly, enraptured by you. With his thumb, he brushes away a tear welling at the corner of your eye, pulling out halfway. “Don’t hurt yourself, kiddo. It’s okay if I’m too much for you.”

You release him completely, moving down to his balls, nuzzling your nose to them. “I can take it, don’t worry.”

He clicks his teeth, beckoning you on the couch, almost like you’re being scolded for something you weren’t supposed to do. You roll your eyes, sitting beside him begrudgingly. He leans close to you, hot on your ear, one hand sliding between your legs while the other continues to stroke his dick. “I want to touch you too. That okay?”

You whine in response, tugging him in for a passionate kiss. He massages deep circles around your clit, fingers squelching from your slick gathering along your entrance. “I want a taste,” he growls, splitting apart your thighs, staring at your glistening cunt. 

You nod, sinking into the couch, relinquishing all control to him. You let your pleasured moans speak for you as he dives into your pussy, eating you out sloppily. His facial hair grazes against you with each careful stroke of his tongue and you ache to see his chin shiny with your cum. Eventually, he slips inside you, pumping two digits in and out, mouth still working your bud. Soon, it becomes too much and you’re gushing for him, whimpering his name with ragged breaths, soaking his face in your essence. 

He chuckles, the vibrations resonating to your clit, causing you to twitch with overstimulation. “That’s my girl, making such a mess for me.”

“Fuck me, Kishibe,” you breathe out, craving to be stuffed full of him. You’re reeling from your high, and if he’s not inside you soon, you’re sure you’ll go insane.

He hoists you up onto his lap, precum oozing from the tip of his dick. “How about you fuck me? Show me how much of a slut you are.”

Too fucked out to argue, you lift up on your knees, position him to your wet hole, sinking down slowly. He slides in easily, pussy sleek from your previous orgasm. It’s better than you imagined, every inch of him stimulating every inch of you. You savor it, rocking against him slowly. He kisses along on your neck, trailing to your nipples to suckle on them. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he moans, thrusting up into you to match your rhythm. “Take this cock however you like. It’s all yours.”

You bounce on him faster, whimpering into his mouth as you kiss him. He palms your ass cheeks, squeezing them in his firm grip, delivering a few loud smacks that echo off the walls of your living room, stinging your skin. “Fuck, I knew you were a good girl. Knew it the moment I met you,” he growls, pressing his thumb to your swollen clit. “Always wanted you like this.”

You kiss him harder at his confession, your chest swelling, pussy fluttering. You’re approaching another climax, teetering on the edge. As if he senses it, he tightens his hold on you, fucking into you faster, deeper. “Come for me, angel. Come on this cock.”

And you do, clenching him with your orgasm, making him mutter, “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming with you.” He shoots his load inside you, filling you up, just like you wanted. 

It takes a moment for the two of you to catch your breaths, relaxing into each other’s arms, exchanging soft kisses without speaking. You study his face again, similar to how you did just several hours before, when he was slumped against your door, drunk. You thought he was handsome then, even more so now. “How’s your hangover?” you ask, breaking the silence. 

He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours. “Much better.”

[redbeany19]

--misinterpretations.

// first meetings with our beloved deliverer

IN WHICH • You firmly believe a certain Chrisos Heir has his eyes on someone, and it's definitely not you, based on the numerous times you've seen him with the Prince of Kremnos. You conclude that they're in a secret relationship. Or perhaps you've misinterpreted everything all along? (You're fully convinced Phainon is attracted to Mydei).

FEATURING • Phainon

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You've seen enough for you to come to a conclusion. You have visual evidence, so you're not being unreasonable. And your claim is completely logical and rational.

That blue-haired knight you keep seeing is homosexual, who may or may not be in a secret relationship with the Prince of Kremnos.

You don't know that knight's name, but you are sure that he's well accustomed to the perils of the battlefield.

Well, if you were being honest, you barely know anything about Okhema. You were just a refugee who came from a distant city-state that was now in ruins thanks to the Black Tide.

You arrived just a few weeks ago, bruises and cuts littered your body--the marks of a warrior, they say-- and you're sure you'll be decorated in scars after a few weeks.

But that'd be the case if you do manage to last, and you did, otherwise you wouldn't be witnessing the secrets of that certain knight.

(You don't know the name of that blue-haired knight, so you just gave him the nickname 'knight.')

You didn't bother to ask for his name, since you're a hikikomori and you'd much rather prefer to stay within your living quarters. The Black Tide just had you in a 'cowardly' state. You find comfort and security within the confines of your home, believing that the place not within the walls of your house is dangerous.

Though, there are times where you did step out of your home, but the occurrence is rare, and the duration of your visits to the outside world is short. Not lasting more than a few hours. (The most you've done is 2 hours).

During these trips of yours, you would sometimes catch glimpses of the knight with an ash blonde-haired individual who you learned was Mydeimos, Prince of Kremnos. And during those times, you always, always, saw the two in a very close distance--one that you could not just dismiss as that of friends.

This continued on, with each and every one of your trips, you would accidentally spot those two.

One instance, you saw the two really really close to each other, as if they just finished a kissing scene. (They were whispering about top-secret confidential case. You just saw it wrong).

And you also take note of the trust they put into each other, which you observed via eavesdropping on them, but you could only make out very few lines.

You're sure those two are in a secret relationship. So when rumors broke out that of a certain knight asking a florist for courting rituals, you concluded that the lucky girl, or more accurately, the lucky guy, was Mydeimos.

You knew someone who's been crushing on Phainon for a while now, and you can't deny that you feel bad for them sometimes. But it's not like you could do anything. I mean, you can't just tell her to confess, since Phainon will definitely reject her, and you don't want that happening, so you end up discouraging her instead. You know it's a grim method, but you suppose it's still helpful, right?

So when you got called to the Council of Elders, you had no choice but to abide by them. You went there, begrudgingly, and it seems like it's for a mission to save a group of refugees that are en route to Okhema.

You are aware of how dangerous the outside of Okhema is, so you don't mind why the Council takes the matter seriously. Since you were a former knight yourself (of course you have trauma), you were deployed to handle the mission, along with some others. (You didn't want to go, but you have to abide by it. And it's also kind of obligatory.)

That was the case, until one member argued that Okhema is running low in manpower, and there are various other matters to attend to, so they suggested that a Chrisos heir should handle the current mission, accompanied by you.

The Chrisos heir they wanted to deploy? The 'knight.' More accurately, Phainon. You learned his name is Phainon.

The Council agreed to the member who gave the suggestion.

(The Chrisos heirs are the chosen ones from the prophecy, no? Shouldn't it be fit that they handle things like these? If you view it from this angle, it seems about right. It's objective. The Council is just being rational and objective. Totally not because of their disdain for the Chrisos heirs. And how considerate of them, for putting you into this mess. How truly kind.

As agreed by the Council, you were sent to the borders of Okhema to meet up with Phainon, so the two of you could start the mission. You two made your way to the location of the refugees, carefully navigating through the outside lands of Amphoreus.

You barely spoke a word to him, so he, too, didn't say much in return. It was only when you both reached the location did he start being a little bit more talkative. He'd tell you some snippets from his life, and whatnot. And it wasn't just you, but he also talked to the refugees to ease their worries.

Just from that alone, you can tell Phainon is a really good guy, and now you know why people seem to like him.

When monsters emerged, you were quick to shoot them down with your gun. Though you're not very skilled in close combat, sniping with your gun is where lies your true talent. Even Phainon heavily complimented this talent of yours. (It saved him, after all.)

It took a while, but you slowly began to talk more to him, and to the refugees too.

At last, you reached Okhema safely, with no harm done to the refugees.

After that mission, you and Phainon helped the refugees get settled in. Afterwards, the two of you reported back to the Council. The Council was delighted, and dismissed you two.

(Finally, one less thing to worry about.)

You walked outside of the Council's place, with Phainon at your side. You've grown to be acquainted with him, and the same can be said for him. Only that, his might be a little more complicated.

You already bid him farewell, but he cut you off and asked you if he could treat you for lunch. You were taken aback, but said nothing. (You can't really say no to free food now, can you?)

As much as possible, Phainon wants to prolong this. He finds something akin to comfort while he's in your presence. With you, he doesn't need to act strong and brave, nor feel the need to act according to his title--Phainon, the Chrisos heir, Phainon, the Deliverer.

He's just Phainon. And he likes it that way.

He has no explanation for this phenomena, but he suppose it can be attributed to that one time you saved him. You've met before, a few weeks ago, when you first came to Okhema. Clones of Nikador attacked the Holy City, therefore a battle ensued. But this time, he was on the losing side. Heavily injured, with barely any comrades to aid him, Phainon fought with the best he could do. And when he was cornered, he fell to his knees, and prayed for a savior. His prayers were answered, in the form of a refugee with one heck of an expertise with guns--You, in short.

Shortly after, Mydei and the others came, but by the time Phainon was well, his savior was no longer around to be thanked.

Phainon is not sure if you still remember.

But he'll definitely make it up to you.

"Hey, I actually have this friend Aglea. The demigod? I just need to talk to her after. Do you mind tagging along?" Phainon asks you, his tone light as always. Or at least, that's what you think, when actually, he's been meaning to tell you that minutes ago. He can't help but choose his words carefully out of nervousness.

You nod with a hum. "I don't mind. You're already treating me to food, so why not?"

True to his words, Phainon indeed treated you to lunch, at a quite expensive-looking eatery, which made you raise an eyebrow at him. His eyes consistently stayed glued to your face, staring and gazing as the two of you talked. Mostly about the battlefield, since it's a shared aspect between the two of you. Barely anything personal, really. Phainon takes note of that. Maybe you weren't as open as he thought you were. He will absolutely make sure you'd gradually loosen up to him, someday.

After the two of you finished lunch, you accompanied Phainon to the bath house, where Aglea is. You notice how the people there (Phainon's Chrisos buddies) kept looking at you. Strange, so you made sure to keep your guard up. You finally bid farewell after that.

When you got home, the first thing you noticed was that your bedroom door was slightly ajar. You could've sworn you closed it before your departure. But oh, nevermind.

Consecutively, Phainon kept visiting you without fail for the past few weeks. He even introduced you to the rest of his friends. Including Mydeimos, or Mydei.

So there are friends but are secretly in a relationship? That must mean the others don't know, you thought.

Well, what you didn't know, was that your conclusion was absolutely wrong. You found this out in the most unimaginable way possible.

"Hey Phainon, is that the girl you've been crushing on?" A little girl with red hair, asked.

All of Phainon's friends stared at the little girl, shocked and defeated for unearthing the 'secret' they've been keeping for a while now.

(Phainon told everyone about you. It was always you that he could yap about the past few weeks, ever since you saved him. And since then, he's also made sure to keep a really close eye on you, watching you from a distance. Or from the window of your home.)

You look to Phainon, whose face was burning red. He catches your gaze for a second, his mind short-circuits as he looks away.

"So, uhhh... Tribbie..." Phainon managed to say, "this is (Name)."

Wait, so he's bi?

[redbeany19]

Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can’t believe your sister hasn’t apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don’t know your name. I’m having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here’s a doodle I made in class. I’m stealing your clothes as we speak, they’re so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I’d love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I’m making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We’re having a coffe date. I love you. I’m giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.

[redbeany19]

⭒ ── PUPPY HYBRID! PHAINON, EIGHTEEN+ ONLY

cw. puppy hybrid phainon x owner reader. hybrids. fem reader. minors do not interact. fem oral receiving. a little jealousy on phainon’s part. slight feet cw. you call him a good boy once or twice. it’s implied he cums in his pants. dog characteristics include ; ears, tail, collar.

word count. 1.8k words. ︵ ⊹ return to masterlist.

Phainon is the type of puppy hybrid who always seems to rush you whenever you come home from your day. He’s massive in size; white fur decorating the ears that peek out from between his hair and it matches nicely to the shiny colour of his tail as it wags behind him at the sight of you.

He’s excitable and glad to have you home as he sees you sliding off your shoes in the doorway. Doesn’t even realise he’s soaking through his slacks at the time either as he bounds towards you to greet you. He’s licking at your face, jawline, throat—anywhere his mouth can reach as he covers you in drool.

But then suddenly he stops.

There’s a visible change in Phainon’s demeanour when he catches a whiff of the remnants of your friend’s dog’s scent on you. You watch the way his ears seem to flatten out against his head and the insistent wag of his tail seems to stutter slightly. He doesn’t mean to crowd you in against the wall in the hallway, he’s a huge dog— but he has to be sure as he lets himself drop down to his knees.

“Phainon…. I was just visiting my friend, it’s nothing.” You try to reason with the pup as you watch him sniff around your hips. Even going as far as to stuff his face up beneath your skirt and against your slightly spread legs. You make room for him as you feel his nose swipe against the fabric of your tights. Far past the point of trying to push his big head away by now.

He almost whimpers, whines.

“Is that all it is?” Phainon’s ears twitch as he asks and his puppy-eyed expression peeks out from beneath the fabric of your skirt. It’s not his fault, being protective is in his nature.

“I wasn’t even gone long.”

“Don’t evade the question.”

“Yes, I promise.” You make sure to follow up your words with a subtle, creeping press of your foot against his crotch before continuing. “I missed you.” You satiate him with the compliment. Sickly sweet in tone. To make him feel better.

You can feel the way it makes his cock thicken against the ball of your foot. Just as you hoped it would. The damp fabric already soaking into the foot of your tights.

“Really?” Phainon’s tail is wagging again and his ears perk up once more. The back and forth sway behind him is louder now as his hands reach up to squeeze at your hips and he props his chin against your stomach as he blinks up at you from his knees.

There’s a gleam to his eyes this time as you scratch behind his ear.

“Mhm.” He’s quite cute like this. The image urges you to grind your foot down a little harder — enough to make the eager pup fidget on his knees as his hips rise up into the pressure. But then Phainon presses his forehead up against your stomach and he takes another long sniff.

“T-this scent.” He growls. It’s one of the few rare times you’ve seen the snowy pup show his teeth.

But Phainon doesn’t need to say much else, nor does he let you explain any further before he’s back beneath your skirt to see to the problem himself.

He doesn’t even consider the fabric separating you both to be an issue as he begins to nuzzle his face close and lap at the space between your thighs with long licks of his tongue. The pressure from his mouth is enough to have you pushing yourself harder against the wall, only leaving more room for him to sandwich you against it with his huge body.

“Phainon~ slow down!” Your voice sounds shakily, but the pup’s heavy tail only seems to wag with even more eagerness at the sound. Your body already feels slack as Phainon dampens the already thinning fabric of your tights with more of his drool, pushing closer from his knees as he wets more of his own crotch his precum.

He’s getting too excited. He’s always been an overly clingy pup and maybe you’ve spoiled him too much by letting him wrap you up in his huge, muscled arms whenever he wants but who could blame you? He’s adorable and loyal and he’s always such a good boy.

You feel Phainon’s hands begin to wander, grabbing at your hips and tummy and it makes your wiggling increase.

You’re barely surprised when you feel him suddenly reach up to frantically tug at your clothes, followed closely by the sound of fabric ripping. The brush of cold air suddenly fans against your underwear and that alone is enough to let you know the fate of another pair of your poor tights at the hands of your pup. But Phainon’s already shooting you another pleading, puppy-eyed look from beneath your skirt before you can even consider scolding him for it.

So you let him off.

He’s such an eager pup, he can’t help it. He’s almost bouncing with eagerness when he gets to take his first real inhale of your already soaked cunt.

“Wet.” Phainon’s words seem to fail him when his noses presses up against your panties. Like he’s far too focused on one thing, so he can only manage one syllable at a time between pants. “Already?”

His cock throbs again. His knot aches at your scent.

“I’ll see to it.” His tongue is on you again, taking long licks at the fabric of your panties, not even taking the time to pull them to the side as he soaks it with even more drool.

You can barely push his mouth off of you enough to pull them to the side, but you manage it. The drool is dripping down his chin and pooling on the floor at your feet and his tail is wagging so vigorously it’s almost shaking him side to side.

But the first real press of Phainon’s tongue through your bare folds is much as you expect it to be. It’s warm and wet, and it makes you lean even more of your weight onto the hallway wall as your huge puppy licks and drools all over your pussy from his knees.

But it’s not enough for him.

Even in this state, it takes little effort for Phainon to pull one of your legs over his shoulder, leaving you with only one to balance yourself on alongside the strength he holds you with. You’ve no fear of falling - not with how tightly he’s holding you up against his mouth. But his muscles still leave you enough wiggle room to hump yourself up against each long lap of his tongue as he spreads you wider for him.

The way he eats you out makes you shake and you feel his hands come back to squeeze into your hips as leverage to rock you against his mouth. The tags of his collar shake beneath the wet, loud sounds that he makes from between your legs.

“G-good boy! Good dog.” The words fall from your lips almost naturally and the pleasure makes you fall forward enough to have to grab fistfuls of Phainon’s fluffy hair to keep yourself steady. His tail is wagging even faster now with the praise, leaving him whimpering into the wet press of your cunt as he licks at you, aching as he soaks his crotch more.

“Cum.” He’s almost humping the air in eagerness from his knees, his mind a muddled mess as more drool pools down his chin.“Please.” He bounces you against him, strong-wide hands manoeuvring you in a way that makes you feel like you’ll fall but he holds you steady.

Your orgasm nears closer as Phainon huffs and pants, barely any space between him and your cunt now “Cum—“ his ears prick up as he eases his tongue through your folds again, he feels you getting wetter. “Won’t you? For me.”

“Shhhh, you’re doing so good.” You respond with a second hand through his fluffy hair. You pull at the fur, humping up higher, barely balancing yourself on one leg as your body begins to sting.

Phainon’s too happy, too dizzy - his cock red and leaky, stinging against the inside of his clothes as his face burns pink. His tongue flattens against you, head moving with strong licks as he trails them from your hole to your clit.

It makes you buck and shake before your thighs finally try to clamp closed around his cheeks and your orgasm washes over you so incredibly hard that he has to grab you tight to keep you standing.

You hear the pup between your thighs growl at the first taste of you on his tongue, lapping at you as his tail thwacks against the floorboards behind him with strong wags. You would think Phainon was indulging in his favourite treat - like it’s not just his owner creaming on his pretty face, pushed up against the wall in the hallway while her pup shoves his face beneath her skirt.

His ears continue to twitch in time with your gentle and shrill cries, and only when you’re pushing away his head with effort does he begrudgingly pull away from you. It leaves his face soaked with spit and cream and all sticky from his efforts.

Phainon continues to hold you in his arms anyway, not trusting your shaky legs. Yet he looks up at you as if he’s got stars in his eyes. He seems happy to have overwritten the previous scent with that of his own, the gentle thud of his tail serving as a gentle reminder that the huge pup still has some energy left.

So after you catch your breath a little more, you lean down enough to be able to tilt his chin up towards you with one finger.

“Do you feel better now?” You ask through a smile, the simple gesture almost has the pup vibrating where he kneels.

“Forgive me for being wary…. I just—”

You cut him off before he can answer.

“You don’t need to worry. You’re a good boy.” Phainon has a reaction of sorts to that. The type that makes his large hands grab at your waist again, his face nuzzling up against your tummy like he’s begging for a little affection. It’s all cute and clingy, he’s nearly shaking with want for you.

You offer him an affectionate glance and another pet.

“Oh, look at you. You’ve made such a mess.” You gesture to the sticky, wet patch in his crotch. Poor pup having soaked all the way through the fabric with his eagerness and you pointing it out only makes him more embarrassed as you coo at him. “Want me to deal with you now?” The simple purr of your voice breaks whatever restraint he had.

He can barely look at you when he responds, almost humping himself against your leg. His cock hurts, he needs you.

“As you wish.”

[redbeany19]

▵▿— Hold Me Close

— Jing Yuan, Boothill, Gepard, Sunday, Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa, Jiaoqiu x gn!reader

Category: Actually tooth rotting fluff

Synopsis: what is it like cuddling them?

CW: none :D

A/N: when u don’t know which one character to write for... also pls let me know if past or present tense would work better for drabbles like these I genuinely don’t know AAAA

JING YUAN —▵▿

Be prepared to not be able to breathe for the next few hours.

The Luofu General would lay on top of you, with all the weight and muscles he had, cling onto you like a massive cat. How could he not? You were just so comfortable, a perfect mattress for his afternoon nap.

“Jing Yuan- darling you’re crushing me…”

The man would only hum in response as he shifted on top of you to get a bit more comfortable, pressing the last puff of air from your lungs as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His arms looped around your waist as if you’re a pillow. No matter how many times you tried to peel yourself away from him, it was futile.

“Just let me sleep…” He murmured. His voice was deep and gravelly.

You look down to see the man peacefully asleep. His lashes fluttered against his cheek. It was just part of his charm to be able to have you give in to him so easily. You could only sigh in defeat before bringing your hand up to comb through the General’s wild silvery mane, eliciting another content hum from him.

BOOTHILL —▵▿

Despite being 90% metal, the cowboy was oddly comfortable to cuddle with. Boothill enjoyed having you lay on his chest as he gently combed his metal fingers through your hair. One of the best parts about cuddling with you was being about to yap just about anything with you. What he did on the day… how fun it was to gun down IPC guards… how that secret stash of bullets in his pocket always tasted better with you on his mind.

Boothill loved nuzzling his face against you. It was the one way he could feel you, your body heat, and the smoothness of your skin. Somehow, it all made him feel so human.

“Darlin’… yer’s so soft. Wish I could feel ya all over.”

Often times, Boothill would nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and kiss all the skin he could come in contact with before parting his lips and just gently bite on your skin with his teeth. Nothing sexual, he just wanted to feel and taste you. You were the one who made him feel whole, after all.

GEPARD —▵▿

Great at cuddling, especially after one long, tiring day of work.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards would just haphazardly remove his armour, not even bothering to change out of his uniform before flopping into bed and cuddling you. With his face buried in your chest and arms wrapped around your waist, the man was finally able to let himself relax in your embrace.

Stroke his hair, pepper him with kisses, whisper sweet nothings to his ear, he’d let you do anything to him while cuddling. No words were needed to be exchanged either. He loved the peaceful silence shared between the two of you. But of course, if you wanted to talk, he would listen. If you asked him how his day went, Gepard would undoubtedly share all the wonderful and not so wonderful things with you.

SUNDAY —▵▿

Although being together for so long, Sunday still couldn’t help but feel flustered and giddy all over whenever receiving attention form you. Cuddling wasn’t an exception.

Sunday would be blushing and everything as you hold him close. His legs were tangled with yours and his face was buried in your chest as you idly groomed his wings. He could feel your fingers gingerly fixing every individual feather. He couldn’t help but let it flinch in your hands, and every time it did, he could hear you snicker softly. It was such a lovely melody, he would listen to your laugh for the rest of his life.

You would sometimes tease him for his adorable blush while you were cuddling, peppering his cheeks and making his cheeks heat up even more until the Oak Family head was all putty in your arms.

“Must you tease me so much? Ah… dear, please, this is so humiliating…”

PHAINON —▵▿

Phainon patiently waited for you on the bed. His armour was already removed. Upon seeing you enter the bedroom, he outstretched his arms, an adorably wide smile hung on his face as he gave you the puppy eyes.

“Cuddle?”

You swore he was going to be the death of your poor heart.

The moment you get into bed, he would cling onto your waist and bury his face in your stomach. You didn’t even get the chance to properly lay down yet and the man would be shamelessly attached to you, molding his body with yours. The feeling of you against him was everything that he could ask for.

The cheeky man would sometimes tease you out of nowhere, pinching your side or tickling you, just to make you flinch and giggle. You weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily. A cuddle session would all of a sudden turn into the two of you rolling around the bed, trying to tickle the living daylights out of one another.

By the time you two laid panting, Phainon would pull you close and bury his face at the crook of your neck before finally letting you fall asleep.

MYDEI—▵▿

Mydei was perfect to lay on top of. His body was broad and warm, your perfect heater. Not to mention, he would let you rest your head against his ‘pillows’ (ahem ahem).

Mydei gently traced random shapes on your back as he felt your chest rise and fall against him with every breath you took. The feeling grounded him. It reminded him of your comforting presence. Mydei let you trace his red markings as you cuddled. Your feather-light touch would send tingles down his spine.

You would sometimes prop you chin in your palm as you silently admire the Kremnoan prince. Your gaze would trace every feature of his handsome face, a smile gracing your lips, until Mydei adverted his gaze to hide his blushing cheeks.

“HKS…” He mumbled.

You could only giggle at his reaction before leaning down to pepper kisses all over his face.

ANAXA —▵▿

Anaxa was never the first to cuddle you, but he would always wait for you.

The moment he felt the mattress dip and your arms wrap around him, he would put away the scroll he had been reading and reciprocate, slipping his arms around your torso, letting you tangle your legs with his, and bury his face in the crook of your neck.

Anaxa lived for the feeling of your hands gingerly combing through his hair. It calmed him from one long day of dealing with his annoying students. The professor would rant on about his new theories, or how his students wouldn’t stop calling him atrociously ridiculous names.

“’Prof ‘Nax?’ Tsk. The sheer audacity of those children.”

Anaxa could feel your chest moving against his as you laughed, and he hugged you closer. The feeling of you by his side grounded him. He let his eyes droop as he relaxed against you. You were his solace, his sanctuary, the only deity he would devote himself to.

JIAOQIU —▵▿

The purpose of a fox’s tail was to keep itself warm. Jiaoqiu’s tail was for letting you hug like a pillow. He didn’t mind as long as he could feel your warmth around him. The two of you would lay side by side, you back against his front and his tail could curl to the front of you for you to hold.

Jiaoqiu wrapped his arms securely around your torso. He tended to slip his hands beneath your clothes to gently trace your skin as you cuddled. He loved how you soft you felt, and he’ll be damned if he wasn’t able to feel you for even a second. He would trace invisible shapes and rub gentle circles on your stomach or waist, or gently massage the muscles of your body.

“Your muscles are too tense… may I help you, my dear?”

The foxian would brush your hair to the side and litter your neck and nape with tender kisses and teasing bites, leaving little red marks over your skin. Every sensation of his lips and fangs on your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Jiaoqiu… people are gonna see those marks…”

“Hmm…? Was that not the idea?”

OH GOD MY HANDS

[redbeany19]

corporate job kills the stoneheart

[redbeany19]

Hysilens

[redbeany19]

Am I worthy of your endless patience?

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in which: he's barely got enough time to spend with you because of the weight of the duties he carries on his shoulders.

warning/s: none, just a little angst and kinda ooc!

pairing/s: Phainon x gn!reader

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( ๑ •ᴗ•`)っ 💌 — i haven't written something like this for years, pls bear with me! (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) i'm not that good in English, so there might be errors in grammar! (it's funny how I actually wrote this after waiting for someone dear to me for two weeks LMAO) thank you to those who encouraged me to write again! u guys have no idea how grateful i am! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ this will be a very, very short one for now since it's already 1am and I still need to sleep to get my research paper checked! enjoy reading, lovelies!!♡

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"I don't deserve you."

Phainon is a busy man, he's one of the chrysos heirs after all. The safety of Amphoreus and its people are in their hands. Others would've cut the ties and walked away already if they were you. And yet, you lingered. You willingly stayed and waited for him like your patience and understanding has no limit.

He often feels a deep pang of guilt, knowing how many plans and dates he’s canceled and how many times he’s kept you waiting. It weighs heavily on him, knowing that he might be asking too much of you.

He gently holds your hand, pressing it against his cheek. His thumb brushes against your skin tenderly, almost as if trying to commit your touch into memory.

"I know you don't." You replied, your heart melting at the softness of his caress. "But you, my love, deserve the entire world."

The entire world...?

The phrase repeated in his mind as his gaze locked on yours.

His eyes softened, and there was a small pause. Suddenly, a soft laugh escapes him, the sound coming out a little dry and forced.

How could you utter such words so easily? Do you even realize what you're saying?

What worth is the entire world to him, when you’re not in it?

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[redbeany19]

Boyfriend Asaba Harumasa

and why I think he'd actually be a pretty good one

Imagine Harumasa who remembers important dates: your birthday, romantic holidays, your anniversaries. Unless he was stuck in the hollows for his work, you bet he would spend the whole day and celebrate with you.

Your hangouts with him may not be as grand but if he could he would spend all the time he has with you. To make up for it, expect the constant messaging on Knock Knock every moment he has on his phone.

Everyday, your messages are filled with: "I love you" and "I miss you".

When you guys are out on a date, expect a lot of picture taking from Harumasa. He wants to cherish these moments with you and immortalize it someway.

Harumasa also has no problems paying for anything you want. If you refuse he'll smile, but now you've forced his hand. Everything you just took an interest in is now on the checkout counter, you can only watch as he pays for everything, whether you like it or not.

"Dennies were meant to be spent, right?"

If you're alright with it, Harumasa would be a very touchy lover. He needs his hands on you, resting his chin on your shoulder almost lazily.

He doesn't have much long to live but that's even more reason as to why he can't let you go. He needs to make sure that you know how much he loves and appreciates your presence in his life and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Harumasa wants to be able to do everything lovers should with each other and provide you that experience as well. It's selfish but... You wouldn't mind it if he gets you a ring to ask for your hand in marriage, right?

🕔⸝⋆⸝⋆2025

[redbeany19]

Literally at the post office but I CANNOT get Lycaon and Hugo off my mind.

MDNI

They’re so very opposite in the way they approach everything, there’s no way it’s not the same in the bedroom. Like c’mon think of the possibilities of taking both of them at the same time. They’re so good, but I can’t get ahead of myself. Let’s establish how they are separately.

Firstly, Lycaon is all things gentle and loving. He is nothing if not a giver when it comes to your pleasure. Slow and steady in pace, he takes his time with you. His touch leaves no part of your body neglected, carefully taking in all you have to offer him. He is purposeful and each movement has intent to make you sigh.

It’s like he’s trying to swallow you up in your own pleasure, wave after wave you are drowning in his unending love for you. Sex is an extension of his admiration for you, he does not want it to be anything less than that. So he takes his time, ensuring you feel nothing but loved. It’s overwhelming, but that’s how he feels about you. Overwhelmed in his adoration, he lets it all out here.

He may be a wolf therian, but he is no more than a lovesick puppy between your legs. Claws and teeth dulled from gnawing on the kindness you’ve given him. He is stony and cold on the outside, but his heart has melted into mush for you. This is the easiest way he knows how to reciprocate, to show you he loves you when he cannot find a way otherwise.

Hugo, on the other hand, is fast and exciting. Passion in all he touches, he leaves trails of fire across your skin with his cool touch. It’s light and teasing, intent on making you squirm and cry beneath it, teasing you until you cannot think about anything other than him.

He wants you to drown in him, have himself etched into you brain, unable to think of anything but him. You’ll suffocate in the overwhelming pressure of his desire to see you come apart. To him, sex is fun and light, a passionate dance between the two of you. Maybe even a stress reliever at times, but it’s nothing serious, it’s just something you two do. Something thrilling only the two of you can share!

Speaking truthfully, behind his bravado and cheerful facade, he wants to consume you. He desires nothing more than to drink you up, watching each curve and twitch you have to offer him. There is no treasure in the world more perfect than you, and he knows how lucky he is to have it in the palm of his hands. So, he keeps it fun, light, easy for you. Anything you desire he gives up, because what is sex if not fun?

When they come together, it’s like fire and ice. They cannot decide who is right in how the pleasure. Lycaon insists you must be treated with care, Hugo complains about his boring style and suggests more fun! It’s quite a conundrum, but why can’t it be both? You can have fun and still feel loved, so surely they can come to an agreement?

Oh, they most certainly do. By some miracle, of course, they’re able to set aside their differences for you. Leaned agains Hugo’s chest with Lycaon between your legs, you may have to reconsider your fate. Lycaon laps at you, drinking you up as if he’d gone without fluid for days. Hugo has you speared on him, smiling all satisfied as he watches you crumble apart between them.

Lycaon inhales deeply, clearly enjoying himself a bit too much, not that you had room to criticize. What with the way you can’t keep your mouth shut, it was smarter not to poke fun at him. A particularly nice roll of his tongue had you fluttering around Hugo’s shaft. He chuckles at the sensation, kissing up your shoulder as if to encourage you.

“They liked that one,” He hums, fingers dancing along your stomach.

Lycaon doesn’t pay him any mind, far too focused on swallowing you up. You’d think he were a man starved with how vigorous he was. Your head pressed back into Hugo’s shoulder, only to be corrected by the man. Firm grasp on your chin keeping your eyes where they belong, focused on Lycaon. It drew a squeak of surprise out of you, and that was the first time Lycaon paused, narrowing a warning glare on Hugo from his place between your legs.

Hugo smiles, “Continue, please.”

“Be gentle,” Lycaon grumbles back, the vibrations of his deep voice sending your head spinning.

He returns with more vigor, lapping at you with more energy now. Seems he was eager to have you finish, thanks to Hugo’s annoyance. If you had half the mind, you might’ve thanked him, but when Lycaon begins to suck on you… well… most thoughts fly out your brain. Replaced only with him, his name falling from your lips over and over.

You wind your fingers through his fur, pulling him closer to you. The friction addicting in your hazy state. Lycaon directs a smirk up at you, watching your expression with unabashed delight. Unfortunately, you only get to enjoy the expression for a few moments before the two do you are caught off guard by an abrupt thrust from Hugo.

Lycaon pulls back fast enough that his teeth don’t catch on anything sensitive, and they snap together with a loud click of annoyance. Hugo does not stop his thrusting though, hands squeezing your hips as he guides you to bounce in time with him. Based on the look Lycaon has, he was most definitely taunting the therian.

Not to be deterred, Lycaon shifts focus. Decidedly kissing up your body, taking his time in worshiping you while Hugo does his best to make you fall apart. He fits perfectly inside, dick rubbing against your walls just right. Just enough to drive you mad, but not quite enough to push you over the edge yet.

Your mind is melting, chest heaving with effort at every new sensation. Lycaon’s heated kisses across your chest and Hugo’s throbbing member inside you working like a team to make you jelly. You nearly choke on air when Lycaon nibbles at the side of your neck. It’s like they want you to die here, suffocated between their unrelenting heat.

Cold fingers find their way down to your heat, playing with you in a lose way. It was just simple teasing, a means to make you fall deeper into pleasure, but it worked too well. Between the soft and sweet kisses and the rapid thrusting, it was just what you needed to cum for them.

A cry of someone’s name, you’re not aware enough to know who’s, rips from your throat. Your body shakes, hands grabbing onto whatever they can. The thrusting does not stop, Hugo fucking you through your orgasm, until you are abruptly pulled away into warm arms. You promptly lose consciousness for a few moments, and when you wake, you are being cleaned off by Lycaon with a warm rag.

He is cross, though not at you. Just annoyed, but he still finds in himself to smile at you sweetly. A clawed hand cups your face, thumbing your cheek sweetly. You lean into the touch, smiling back at him.

“You are alright, my love?” He asks with a deep grumble.

You nod, again smiling to reassure him. Sore, but you are alright. Someone shuffles in the room from the bathroom, and Lycaon sighs as Hugo takes his spot next to you. He cuddles you into his chest, cooing at your flushed face with playful admiration.

“You did very well, darling! Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks, and though his tone is light, you know he means the question truthfully.

You nod, “Of course I did.”

He hums, “Good, good~ Can’t have your needs going unanswered. Though, I’m a little disappointed…”

You frown at that, insecurity crawling up your back at the sudden change in tone, “What’s wrong? Do you not enjoy yourself too?”

He laughs, shaking his head, and you hear Lycaon audibly scoff from across the room where he is still cleaning things up.

“Of course I did! It’s just…” He sighs, dramatically looking away.

“Just what?” You urge.

He waits another moment, smirking to himself, “Well, I did all that work, and you cry out his name instead of mine. It really hurts.”

You blink at him, unable to find a response to his stupid hold up. Luckily, Lycaon seems to find it for you, “Perhaps you didn’t do enough for them.”

“I beg your pardon!” He shouts, jumping upright from his position.

You can only sigh as they start bickering with one another.

[redbeany19]

Safer in my arms than in the world

[ DRABBLE ] [ Zenless Zone Zero ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, i just write it for entretaiment

> Darling runs towards them crying

Wise

He is at your side the moment he noticed the distress you were in, deciding to ignore the panic that is building inside of him to be able to comfort you, keeping you in his arms in a possesive but discreet way and trying to calm you down, reminding you over and over again that you are safe now (altought, this is also to reasure him), it is until you manage to calm down that he ask you what happened but will accepted if you don't want to talk, either way he will make his own investigation to find the culprit and make them pay with Fairy's help

Belle

It took only one look at the state you were in for Belle to completely panic, she doesn't waste time before running to your side, finding you mid-way and imediatly fussing over you not exactly knowing if she should hold your arms to try to comfort you or wip your tears, somehow she end up doing both, calming down it is a process both have to do together otherwise this will only get more messy, still she will make sure to ask you what happened just after being able to think more clearly again

Von Lycaon

He is completely triggered just by the sound of your footsteps quickly approaching him, he is at your side even before you notice him and quickly holds you close, letting you know that is him and that you are safe now, patting your head as he allow you to cry, the distress you are in torture him, it make him feel not only helpless but also like a failure but the important right now is how you feel, not him, Lycaon will wait until you are feeling more calm to ask what happened and he insist a bit on needed to know because he simply can't let something like making you cry be forgiven without punishment

Alexandria Sebastiane

As cute as it may be that you feel safe at her side she still won't let this just be forgotten, she holds you in her arms and smoothly takes you away, hiding you in her arms in a more private place and focusing completely on comforting you and make you feel safe again while letting Drusilla and Anastella make sure to follow the way you came from just in case the culprit is still around, Rina will wait patiently until you are ready to let her know what happen but will definetly not let go of you anytime soon, you need her to keep you safe after all

Lighter Lorenz

The shock make him freeze for a moment, seeing you in so much distress makes him fear the worst for a moment, Lighter can only react when you are fibally at his side and quickly puts arms around you in a firm but caring embrace, keeping you close and letting you cry as much as you need while he bask on your warm, reasuring him that you are still here at his side just before asking you who was it, he is not too interested on what happened, he is interested on who was, on who has to pay for this

Caesar King

She can be all playful and cheesy with her darling but the distress you are in make her get on guard in a second, imediatly being ready to jump into action to protect you, in no time she is at your side asking you what happened a little bit too desperate, but the truth is that seeing your tears makes her feel a lot of mixed feelings and Caesar can't help but hug you as tight as posible when your tears keep falling, in a more gentle manner apologizing for not being there and stop whatever happened, but don't worry, she will fix this problem

Burnice White

Hey hey! Haven't she told you that you look better with a smile on your face? Without hesitation nor a warning Burnice graps her arms around you, caresing your back in a comforting manner and babying you a little as she reasure you that it is okay, cry all you need, you can tell her what happened later while drinking some Nitro-fuel! Its okay, you have her at your side, she will protect you from everything and anything, and even when she doesn't react diferently when you tell her what happened it is simply something she will not forget nor forgive but you don't need to worry your pretty head about that

Hugo Vlad

He prides himself on being enough for his darling but still there is a part of him that fears that something may happen to you and seeing you in so much distress it does trigger him in a really bad way, in a second he have took you in his arms and gracefully took you somewhere else, gently wiping your tears with his handkerchief and asking you what happened, Hugo may look unbothered but thats just a facade for your sake, in the inside he is drowned by the panic and the anger, already making a plan to make the culprit pay and he will be merciless when facing that scumbag

[redbeany19]

Wearing Their Clothes

Characters: Hugo Vlad, Harumasa, Lighter, Evelyn, Miyabi, Trigger

✧ Hugo loves taking his hat off and putting it on your head; he loves just seeing his things on you.

✧ Even if you get cold and he lends you his jacket, he loves seeing you wear it, knowing that you're dating him

✧ Although, if you ever take his hat off of his head and put it on yours? He'll feel flustered for a moment before regaining his composure and teasing you about it. But also he'll feel proud that he's yours, and you are his

✧ His hat often takes trips between your house and his house, but his clothes, however, usually stay with him

✧ If he sees you wearing them, he'll love it, especially if you take his shirts and wear them around the house

✧ I think Harumasa would love it whenever his s/o wore parts of his clothing

✧ For example, if some of his pajamas were lying on his bed, thrown there when he was getting ready in the morning, he would love for you to wear them. They're so comfortable to wear that you can't help but try them. Although as soon as he comes home and sees you wearing them, he falls in love again

✧ Or perhaps if you both wear white blouses, he wouldn't mind if you borrowed his for a day. He might even steal yours back, who cares if its too tight or a little big for him.

✧ He's an anxious person; he desires to always touch and feel you. Having either you wear his clothing or when he wears your clothing, he feels connected to you. It feels as though you're always with him.

✧ Not to mention, seeing you in his own clothing makes him extremely happy

✧ Some items of clothing he enjoys lending you include his pyjamas, blouse, and even his choker occasionally (I like to think he has at least 3 in case of stains and such, so there's an extra for you to wear if needed)

✧ Lighter often lets you wear his jacket or scarf, even his sunglasses, if you need them

✧ He's your number one hype man, and if you wear his clothes, he'll fall in love with you all over again

✧ Oftentimes, whenever you're cold, he'll give you his jacket to wear so you can warm up

✧ He only gives you his scarf if it's too cold out or you guys are somewhere indoors, since he doesn't want anyone challenging you to a battle, thinking that you're the famous, undefeated champion

✧ On another note, he would definitely give you his jacket if you're bleeding, just to cover the wound. This would be so that it can protect you but also so that he doesn't need to see the blood on your clothes and accidently pass out

✧ Oftentimes, you'd take Evelyn's coat without her knowing, so whenever she tries to find it for work, you sometimes have it, and she has to take it off of you

✧ She loves seeing you wearing it, although she does unfortunately, need it to head out

✧ If you ever join her in a hollow, whenever she takes off her coat for combat, you always pick it up and put it on, which she finds amusing (but also glad because it gets the dirt off of it)

✧ If you both are at home she'll let you take whatever from her closet, shirts, pants, hoodies, jackets, whatever is hers is also yours

✧ Miyabi doesn't mind if you take or don't take her clothes

✧ If you take them or don't, she wouldn't really mention it or tell you to stop

✧ She will enjoy when you do wear them, though, even if she doesn't mention it that much

✧ You could take her shirts, gloves, or even her coat and she'll let you

✧ She definitely has extras since she wears the same thing every day for work so you guys could match together

✧ Due to her position as well as her gear, you wouldn't have many chances to wear her work clothing

✧ Although any shirts, pants or sweaters she has lying around are all yours!

✧ Since she's blind, she might not actually realize you took her shirt until either you mention it or she feels the fabric and can't find it in her closet

✧ She doesn't mind whenever you take her stuff, though! She also loves to take off your clothes, so she's happy if you're willing to take hers as well

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ZZZ Masterlist

[redbeany19]

A Vampire’s Breakfast

POV: Hugo cannot resist the tempting scent of blood coming from between of your legs and he will not let you get out of bed to enjoy your Saturday morning until he’s cleaned the mess between them.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a fluffy NSFW work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Au is: In-Game

— Hugo x Menstruated!Reader

— Contains: Period sex, blood play, fingering and blood / cum eating and morning sex

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your skin shivered in recognition of your alarm’s nosy and repete music, eyes snapping open instinctually.

Ugh… seriously..? You forgot to turn off your alarm yesterday..?! You only had one job to get yourself a good night of sleep and a fresh morning. But, no, you’ve gotten yourself the most annoying wake-up call you could get yourself.

So you quickly reached a hand to your alarm and lazily clicked the button that’d shut it up before your anger for it accumulated enough for you to explode and squeeze the alarm until it crumbled into hundreds of pieces.

But as soon as you started thinking about raising your body and your hips, you started to realize just how incredibly heavy they felt for some reason. As if something heavy was on top of them. Confused, you lifted your head to look down at your lower body, since that was the only part of your body you could move without moving anything else and possibly ruining your investigation, and find out what was laying on top of you.

Hugo Vlad.

Sleeping so visibly happy on your lower belly that he even had a little grin on his lips. You could swear he’d be purring if he was a thiren.

Now, this is new to you. You’ve never woken up with Hugo sleeping on top of you like that, only with him almost crushing you whole body as bigger spoon. But that was rare too. Hugo would almost always just sneak his way out of bed and home to go do his dirty work.

So this was definitely alarming to you.

“Hugo..?” His hanging ear immediately twitched at the recognition of your voice, eyes opening pretty slowly.

“Y/N…” He looked at you as if he was falling in love with you all over again, saying your name like a prayer.

“What are you doing..?” You asked in suspicion even if the slumber was almost forcing your eyes shut again.

"Let me ask you something first..." Hugo cleared his throat before continuing. "Y/N... are you... on your period?" The grin on his lips mischievously grew as he asked you such a random question.

All you did initially was express your confusion and shock with your face, frowning your eyebrows and widening your eyes. But then you quickly remembered that Hugo Vlad was a vampire, meaning he might've identified it, and you gave up on scolding him.

"Really weird question, but... I don't know..? If you smell blood, then I probably am.." You laid your head down in the bed again, lamenting the official announcement of your first day menstruating.

Thankfully you decided to put on a tampon last night to make sure you wouldn't have any bloody accidents going on in the morning whenever your body let you menstruation down. If you'd woken up with your annoying alarm and had this mess to immediately deal with... you would've probably just given up on enjoying the weekend.

“I definitely do… Oh, I definitely do…” Hugo’s smirk only seemed to grow weirder and weirder, looking at your crotch with… interest? “Mind if I take a look and confirm it?” You suddenly felt his other hand’s fingers, who had ran across you so quickly and smoothly you didn’t even feel it, hanging in the edge of your shorts, stopping them right before he could pull them down.

“… What the heck are you planning to do..?” You asked with zero energy to deal with Hugo’s stubbornness.

“I just want to check on my beautiful girlfriend and take care of her. Is something wrong with that?” He shrugged his arms, talking in a really obvious sarcastic tone, but you still couldn’t figure out what he had in mind in the end.

“Fine…” You sighed in defeat which made Hugo excited immediately.

In a blink, Hugo jumped from his laid position to kneel between your legs, spreading them apart to fit in between. His hands were quick to grab the edge of your shorts and panties again and he pulled them down until they were landing on your knees, meeting the lustful view of your nudity.

“Ahhh… It looks like you definitely bled last night.” Hugo sniffed the air with determination, as if he was excited about that. “How jealous I am of this thing right here in my sanctuary…” Hugo suddenly hooked his finger around the tampon’s string and pulled it out, bringing it close to his face so he could inspect closely just how much you’d stuffed it with blood.

“Hugo..! What are you doing..?! Put it back..!” You snapped your knees shut, trying to prohibit Hugo from touching you any more and also trying to impede your blood to drip down on the white sheets of the bed.

“No, no, darling… Don’t close your legs… I just want to take care of you…” Hugo slid a hand between your thighs, creating a barrier between them so they wouldn’t completely shut.

“What do you mean ‘Take care of me’..?!” You asked, trying your best to surpass the sleepiness in your tone, but you simply just couldn’t.

“I want to clean you up, that’s all!” Hugo smiled as if he didn’t say anything weird at all, almost excited actually.

“Clean me up..?! But I’m clean, aren’t I?!” You rose your chest a bit to look down at your crotch, only to meet everything around it as clear as it should be.

“Yes… but not here.” Hugo’s hand in your thighs suddenly slid up and stretched its index finger that quickly ran between your moistened lips, making you squeak in surprise.

“H-Hey..!” You protested, but he immediately pulled his hand out of your thighs before you could punish him yourself.

And while still ignoring you, Hugo brought that same finger close to his nose, red tip facing down, and sniffed it hardly.

“Ahhhh… So it really was you…” Hugo groaned, almost purring while he locked his eyes on you with even more hunger, as if you were a vulnerable prey.

“Obviously…” You replied, watching him suddenly surpass your expectations again with how he proceeded to open his mouth and thrust the tip of his finger inside it with no warning, sucking and licking himself like he was savoring a full meal after two days without eating.

Your eyes widened in shock seeing him do that and not in a good way. You were filled with disgust.

“H-Hugo!! What the hell?! That’s disgusting!” You brought both your arms to your face and used them both to blind yourself from that horrendous view of Hugo eating your period’s fresh blood.

“Disgusting? I’ll show you disgusting.” Despite being blind, you could feel Hugo lean closer and closer to you while that same hand of his ran up your chest, landing in your chest bone, only to push you down in the bed again.

You, surprised, spread your arms away from your face to make sure you were aware what Hugo was doing to you, only to find him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as you expected from him after this move of his. His hard cock sprung free from his boxers the moment it had enough space to escape that tight coffin.

“Hugo, it’s 9 in the morning..!” You finally took the opportunity to fully shut knees against each other, without his hands interrupting you this time, not wanting him to get that dick of his any closer to you.

“Y/N, please… You have no idea how horny I am for you right now… Your scent is irresistible…” He leaned close to your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin as he prepared to speak. “I just spent the last hour sleeping on you, wondering when you’d wake up for me to do this, counting every second while I admired your beauty… Do you have any idea how tortuous that was?” He purposefully spoke in a poor-puppy tone to convince you to feel bad for him.

And it worked because you sighed in defeat again and closed your eyes, still burning for more sleep.

“Fine… Just be careful…” You mumbled in boredom, but Hugo still had a total contrary reaction, noticeably giggling in your ear from excitement.

“Of course, my princess…” Hugo leaned upwards again, using both his hands to spread your legs.

Hugo licked his own lips at the sight of your pussy, hole almost dripping with your blood, lips slightly stained with blood. He guessed you had so much accumulated blood inside you, he wouldn’t even to make you wet first. The blood would be enough for him to slide himself in. And that’s exactly what he tested out, slowly pushing his tip inside you more and more. And as he guessed, you were indeed moistened enough for him to be welcomed in your sanctuary, and you’d probably become even mushier with the stimulus of sex, which he was barely drooling for.

“Fuck… You are so warm already…” He enjoyed how insides were extra warm with the presence of blood around it.

Hugo already begun going back and forth inside you in an average pace as soon as he was done deepening himself for the first time. Not slow and intense nor fast and raw, just a normal speed and normal intensity. Maybe he was also too sleepy to go any faster the same way you were too sleepy to do anything, even to moan. All the noises you were letting out were occasional grunts and groans, half-censored due to your mouth being closed.

“And I can already feel you tightening up more and more around me… Do you like it when I’m inside you this much? Even when you’re tired? When you just woke up?” Hugo wheezed again, looking down at you with that good-old mischievous smirk of his.

“Maybe I do…” You played along with his light degradation, still not opening your eyes.

And Hugo took advantage of that to attend his need to see how his dick looked around you, and he could swear he could cum with the sight alone. Can you image what it means for a vampire like him to have his cock disappeared inside his favorite woman and being dirtied by her fresh blood and clear juices at the same time? It was a work of art in Hugo’s eyes, one that made the butterflies of his stomach k turn it upside down.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re making a mess on me…” He couldn’t hold that comment back, too overwhelmed by the sight. “You have to let me suck your neck too…” And then he let that ask go too, begging you between his shameless groans, eyes glistening with his vampirism.

“Hugo, no… I don’t want to pass out while you fuck me at all…” You protested, opening your eyes just to ware him in case he still chose to push your buttons.

But Hugo would never do such a thing. Instead, he’d make you do that to yourself using his puppy-eye tactic again.

“Pass out? I would never do that to you, baby… And it’s not like you haven’t let me suck you before… Pleeeeeeaaaaseeee..?” He knew that annoying you enough would convince you to do anything he wished to do and you hated he much he exploited that because it always worked.

He got you to sigh in defeat again.

Trying to be positive about it, you thought to yourself that Hugo, in the end of the day, had no other intentions rather than to make you feel the best he could when you’re about to go through such a tough week in menstruation.

“What else do you want from me, huh?” You turned your face to the side and closed your eyes again, giving Hugo the space and consent to make out with your neck.

“Absolutely nothing else…” answered said before diving his head between your shoulder and neck, canines immediately piercing your skin upon landing.

It definitely stung you, but you were already halfway used to that pain due to how frequently Hugo would suck your blood. Right now, he actually didn’t even suck much blood. If he could be honest, he only did that to your neck so he could leave behind a beautiful bite mark on you. And it worked. When Hugo pulled his face out, your skin was red from the inflammation and there were two cute holes side-by-side in it that clearly demonstrated Hugo had been there.

“Beautiful…” Hugo complimented after swallowing the sip of blood he’d sucked out of you, his throat swinging forth and back once to show you he’d really done it, and he was proud of it.

“You freak…” You replied but Hugo ignored, licking his lips in admiration of the view of you. “You didn’t even bother to think about putting on a condom…” You complained as soon as you started to realize that Hugo’s dick did not feel rubbery at all, meaning he was fully naked inside you.

“No need to worry about that, darling… I don’t intend to cum inside you at all…” Hugo explained, eyes completely locked in your bouncing body while one hand could hold back and launched itself at one of your breasts, fondling its mass carefully and gently.

“Seriously, Hugo..? It’s 9 in the morning and you want to make a mess on my belly..?” You palmed your own forehead at the thought of Hugo doing that to you.

“Yes. Are there any problems with that? God forbid a man wants to show his love to his marvelous girlfriend…” Hugo ironized, completely devaluing your complaint, giggling at the dirty thought of him painting your belly with his cum.

“A girlfriend who is on her period…” You opened your eyes only to stare deeply at Hugo’s heterochromatic eyes, finally calling his attention for once.

“Even better.” He smirked down at you, ignoring your complaint again. “You know you don’t hate this.” And he doubled down on his argument, not taking you seriously at all. “Because I surely don’t.” He winked, finally angling his eyes down to look at where all the movement was happening again.

Hugo’s ears twitched at the sight, groaning in a primal tone once again as he saw his dick even more glistened with your clear wetness and blood now that he got your pussy to moisten more.

“Fuuuuckkkkk, you’re really messing me up down here…” Hugo laughed, placing another hand on your waist only to hold it hard.

And his pace suddenly quickened, too horny to keep moving nice and slow. But you didn’t mind. In fact, that made you start moaning a hit more frequently even if you were doing effort to keep quiet.

“I’m already about to cum… So fast… So easy… All because of you…” Hugo laughed at his own situation, trying to pretend his breath wasn’t hitching and struggling underneath all his joy. “You really have ruined me for any other woman…” Hugo whispered, cheeks glowing pink from confessing such an intimacy to you.

“You’re so cute when you’re not the founder of Mockingbird.” You lazily complimented him, which only fired him up to keep reaching his orgasm.

It was hard for you to see instances of Hugo Vlad, much less Hugo Vlad Ravenlock. Today he seemed to be allowing himself to let his mask fall and reveal the true man he is, even if it’s a bit disgusting.

Hugo does not stop working on weekends, he only takes longer breaks on them, meaning he spends very little time with you, compensating all your wait taking you out to amazing dates and later having you under him like this on the nights of weekends.

“Cumming…” Hugo groaned hoarsely, hissing one last time.

Then, he abruptly removed himself from you, beginning to spill all his orgasm on top of your belly like a mad man, accompanied by a guttural moan from the deepest corners of his throat. His hands even trembled a bit, pointy ears twitching heat and warmth taking him over the edge squishing your hips and boob tightly again. Initially he had his eyes snapped shut due to how hard that orgasm was, but he soon widened them open again to witness the mess he was doing to you.

The combination was truly repugnant to you. His blood-stained cock painting your belly with his sperm. But for Hugo, you looked like an even finer piece of art. He had to bite his inferior lip to how himself from going savage.

“Fuck, Y/N…” Hugo wheezed after his tip finally stopped expelling cum out of it, still looking down at the bloody mess he did on him and you with pure admiration and appreciation.

“Are you happy now?” You acted bratty on purpose to feed Hugo’s ego.

“Yes… but not enough…” Hugo replied, making your eyes widen with a bit of shock at that implication of a second round. “A man that doesn’t make his perfect girlfriend cum is not truly a happy man.” You felt Hugo’s grip tighten around your hips, preparing to thrust his hips onto you again.

“Hugo, no..!” You moved your hands down and held his wrists, chaining them where they were.

“Why not..? I just want my queen to have a good morning…” He did his poor-puppy face once again, pointy ears even leaning down, reinforcing his act.

“I feel good enough already…” You ignored his act, which made him sigh in defeat.

“Are you sure, my love?” Hugo leaned his face down, staring deep at your eyes truthfully interested.

“I promise you.” You gave him a little reassuring grin, convincing Hugo to finally end that warm session of sex you two had.

“Fine…” Hugo smooched your forehead, kneeling down on top of you again right afterwards, his dick still hanging naked in the air. “Want to see a magic trick?” He smirked down at you, and you immediately recognized it as a sign that a joke was about to be done.

“Do I have another option?” You asked ironically.

“No.” Hugo smiled, completely contrary from his negative answer.

Then he rose both his arms, opening his palms and fingers to show them to you.

“See my empty hands?” He moved his fingers in a wave rhythm, calling your attention to each of them.

“Yes, Hugo. I see your empty hands.” You answered with an ironic tone again.

“Now, let me use a hand of mine to get this thing out of your ear…” He leaned down again, an ‘empty’ hand reaching close to your ear and going behind it.

After gesturing it a bit offstage, he finally pulled his hand back, showing you an unopened tampon hanging on the tip of his index finger.

“Wow… I’m so surprised… I wonder how did you do that…” You asked in a really obvious sarcastic tone, making Hugo giggle.

“I know, I know…” Hugo bragged himself while opening the pack with the assistance of his mouth.

Then he carefully thrusted the tampon into you, enough for the string to be pulled out if needed.

“There we go…” Hugo shoved the remaining plastic in the back pocket of his pants. “Now…” Hugo placed the tip of his index finger on your belly, slowly sliding across all the stains he’d spilled on you, scooping it all. “Would you mind..?” He approached the finger a bit closer to you, quietly asking you to eat it.

“Fine…” You slightly spread your lips apart, giving him enough space for Hugo to transport the cum into your tongue.

You weakly swallowed it down, leaving Hugo very happy and satisfied with your performance, enough to pat your head after for a bit. But then the next thing he did was use that same hand to stroke his dick.

“Want to see me do the same for you?” When he brought that same hand, shaped like a ring and now dirty with blood, just a few inches away from his mouth, he knew that’d immediately make you angry.

“Ew, Hugo!” You shut your knees together again, trying to get yourself away from the disgusting man in front of you, who only laughed in response.

“Alright, alright…” Hugo finally pulled your panties and shorts back in place and pulled your shirt down again, then finally beginning to crawl away from you, holding his dick a bit more down now so it wouldn’t infect anything else with its red stains.

But before he went to the bathroom to eat all that blood clean himself, he decided to walk to the bed’s side, standing right next to you.

“Rest a bit more, darling.” Hugo pulled the sheets of the bed up to your shoulder with his remaining hand, caressing your head one last time.

“Thank you.” You said with a genuine smile in your face now.

“My pleasure, my love.” Hugo whispered warmly, and as soon as you blinked, the founder of Mockingbird was gone for work.

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[Scenario] Hugo Vlad: Caught in the Act of Admiration

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

It’s an early evening, with golden light pouring through the windows of Hugo’s office. The atmosphere is calm and the soft hum of background music can be heard. You are sitting on the sofa across from Hugo, trying to surf the Internet on your phone. The key word: trying.

The man is seated on the other sofa across from you — the evening light is illuminating his form — one leg crossed over the other, no coat or fedora, sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his sculpted forearms. The subtle flex of his muscles as he moves his fingers draws your attention. He is polishing his briefcase weapon, the movements precise, rhythmic, intentional.

Not just his arms — though they remain a masterpiece of a huge power — but now, it's the curve of his neck that captures your attention. The space from his jaw, Adam’s apple, down to his collarbone, where his shirt is unbuttoned slightly, offering a glimpse of skin far too tempting to ignore.

You’re just staring, not being able to turn away your gaze. The way he carries himself, the way he… just exists. It’s mesmerizing. It makes him so handsome. 

You don’t realize you’re staring until he speaks, voice smooth as velvet and laced with that ever-present tease.

“See something you like?” he asks, voice low and smooth; a teasing smirk is playing on his lips. 

You open your mouth. Then close. Feeling your cheeks getting warmer, a breath hitches in your throat as you lift your eyes to meet his mismatched eyes that are looking at you.

“I must admit. It’s flattering.” He chuckles. His smile broadens enough to reveal his fangs. “And if you want to admire me, you’re always welcome to come closer.”