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buckshot roulette x reader

look hear me out- (among the 16ish other fics of this on ao3) warnings; striping, cnc technically, groping, blood eating, Russian roulette (obviously), fingering, mentioned death, mmm gambling addiction? some degrading names, only letting you live for its enjoyment

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The loud rave music echoed through the walls you've been here before. never quite winning and bearly left with enough charge to be "revived" 

you've done this too many times, so many rounds, gunpowder in each sense at every hit to your jaw or forehead, terrible migraines. 

But you were also led back one way or another. Drunkenly stumbling in, going out with friends, even family was talking about the noise of the massive abandoned warehouse full of teens and adults alike to party and rave. The usual circle of drugs, alcohol, sex, and worse of all was the dealer and his sick game. hidden upstairs away from the main attractions. If only they knew… Every night, you wound up here, you gambled, and each time you died and were left just breathing enough to live. it made it harder to get your life back from one stupid mistake. if only you told someone and they'd just helped enough to get you out but you didn't, and your back once again. facial features getting more and more tired each night.

Making your way up to the bathroom. Passing by someone on the floor, use to this cycle.

Kicking the door open and quickly walking across the metal catwalk, the person standing there didn't even turn to look at you. Their face backed out in your focused gaze. thinking about it the only thing that wasn't fazed out in your mind was this very room.

The dealers place was different. You gently opened the door.

The dark room reeked of rust, alcohol and blood. Dangling wires loomed above your head, and the brick walls faded from view as if you were wearing horse blinders. The table had a worn-down green surface similar to a pool table, with white lines marking the boundaries of various items and the bullet casings. The stage lights against the wall are never turned on, and there's blinking, nonsensical lights from the pointless machinery around you.

It seemed a deal had been cleaned up, as shown by the items still sitting on the table. Floating hands removed them in the blink of an eye along with most of the empty shells.

Just as you sat down, the same pale hands slammed onto the table. The figure hovering there seemed to pull itself forward without a visible body.

His teeth were surprisingly intact as if he had already healed from the previous endeavor. His empty eye sockets bore into you. A hand reached over, holding an empty contract placed before you. Their gravelly voice echoed, mingling with the music that seemed to rebound through your hollow soul.

"back for more masochist?"

you automatically sign the waiver without thinking or looking at it too use to the routine. You pipe up, not expecting that personal jab or even a conversation.

"Maso- you can't say that!"

the dealer chuckled at your shocked face. the sound was low and rumbled slightly.

"That's irrelevant. how about we spice this up, adrenaline junkie?"

you suspiciously nod like this thing needed consent from you, keeping a small frown on your lips and arms slightly crossed.

"Every time you get shot… you take something off."

"What-!? I can't do that! a and you also can't suggest that to anyone- w-what if I was like a teenager you'd be a paedophile!"

You stumbled over your words, hands flailing about trying to find the words while reeling in this new game rule. Face unwillingly lighting up.

"your my first offer for this new game and I'm aware you are well old enough for this"

"creep. but I wouldn't agree to that anyway?"

another chuckle, but it seemed more sadistic than the other, more genuine in a way.

"Hehe, well, you signed that new contract without giving it so much as a second glance, but I was generous… You could leave and never come back... Although that is so unlike you, sore loser~"

He seemed to smirk, but it was hard to tell from the indescribable image before you

A rapid heartbeat drums in your ears, and everything fades out to drown in static.

'What if I did leave… what would happen? Go back to my shitty job?, have debt till I die, or I could strip for a sadistic freak. That might be a demon with no body apart from hands and a head but somehow holds unknown power. Wow, what options.'

you huffed and leaned forward out of curiosity.

"so like is the prize money double or what?"

"quadrupled. or times by 4 for your feeble mind"

"…. fuck you. But... fine. I'm in."

"predictable little mortal"

They partly growl in satisfaction, and there's no need to look at them to know that they look smug, but something else more dangerous lingers in the air.

The table opened up, and the boxes came from under it. Magnifying glass and adrenaline. Not bad, not good. 

1 live, 2 blank. The shotgun is loaded rapidly, in a random order.

Odds in your favour, cocking it and you press the muzzle to your jaw, fired. Blank.

Racking the empty blue shell, the casing landed on the felt on the edge of the top box's white line on the right side.

You smash the magnifying glass and slam it into the table. checking the barrel. 'live'

aim, cock, and pull. The gunpowder fills your nose as the face disappears from view into the shadow of the room before reemerging, jaw disfigured and teeth sharper, a more menacing expression than the last. 

The loss of his charge made you smile, the first impression is always a good sign. 

He smoked a cigarette, the lighter bringing all of your attention to his hands that were bony and long, but his new face was, ironically, slightly heart-shaped at the mouth. Slightly cute in a way - Enough of that now.

He shot himself with the last blank.

New boxes. A second adrenaline and an inverter. Shit.

3 lives, 4 blanks. 

You pop the cap of the adrenaline the rusted and twisted needles make your hands shake in previous pain. But you did it anyway, stabbing nice and short in the abdomen. Needles tear through the sensitive flesh, and the bent angles scratch the skin in paper cuts. The room brightened enough to hurt your pupils and brain. You tossed it to the side, the metal clunked against the wall. 

You reached over to snatch the cigarette from him. Lighting the end of one of the cancer sticks. You inhale the tar and tobacco. smoke pooling in your mouth. You tossed the empty cardboard box away, and a fit of coughing overtook you, its harshness echoing in the quiet room. Leaning forward, your hands pressed firmly against the table, trying to steady yourself. Lowered head, attempting to recover from the choking sensation. With every laboured breath, puffs of smoke spill from your mouth, building faintly in the air like a fog.

Meanwhile, you glance at the charge meter on the device, its number not bothering to move up. taunting you with the frustrating reality that had given no extra lives, but at least you got that away from it.

Quickly grabbing the last adrenaline and putting it in the previous wound, head spinning and heart rate beating loudly. The pain ripped through the next layer of skin, blood now pooling out.

Seizing the beer and chugging as much as you could, about a quarter, before flinging the aluminium away to the pile out of sight. catching your breath while racking the rusted gun to reveal the red shell. Less danger, less winning. 

Finally, you used the inverter pressing buttons and turning the dial. Before dropping the useless machine. Aiming and firing at the face you started to loathe a long time ago. Blasting him out of sight and the charge flickering out. 

A hollow clink as the red alloy hit the table.

Hands reemerged to desperately grasp the expired medicine, leaning back and flicking the capsule into his mouth. It worked, and the hard-earned change was restored, reversing your work.

But thankfully, he blasted himself back down.

Now the smell of the fire was hitting your senses!

The thrill was kicking in. Cold stainless steel kissed your jaw as the blank noise reached your ears. 

You're winning this one. Everything is going perfectly. Not even one striped item

You aimed and fired odds in your favour, another blast to the demon. You finally piped up, feeling confident enough now.

"Seems like I'm winning dealer~"

The light slowly cast onto his face as he pulled the non-existent body forward. A sinister chuckle left his even worse-for-wear lips, sockets the deepest you've seen yet, and smile only wider, the teeth reflecting the sinister lighting. 

you spoke again, not afraid for the moment.

"Careful now"

You mocked his very words as his last charge flickered. a rising sense of victory in your gut.

The barrel raised to himself and fired twice to move on.

The third set of boxes for this round appeared. 

Magnifying glass and burner phone.

2 live 2 blank. Perfect.

Flipping open the phone, the red and black checkers fade into a white and black kaleidoscope. It speaks to you. the words are indescribable, but deep down, you understand what it means.

'second shell… …live.'

snapping the phone in half top and bottom dropped to your sides, while the hinge flew off somewhere by your feet. After that, you smash the magnifying glass, shards unevenly broken, and thankfully not piercing you. Finally, slamming it into the table. Checking the barrel. 

'blank-' even better.

Eagerly you fire it at yourself, and after with a playful smirk, you swiftly directed your gaze toward the dealer, one eye squinting in a teasing wink, while your tongue poked out slightly from your dry, chapped lips. The victorious sound of the blast reverberated through the air as the machine roared to life, its whirring fading away the last remnants of the lightning bolt image and bringing the next round.

Round 2. restored lives, and more items from the infinite source. The places where the last items were disappear and empty.

"ready for more? sore loser~"

You mock him playfully again, gesturing exaggerated jazz hands as you pick up the new items. A delight courses through you, and this time, it feels like fortune is on your side — the possibility of not just winning but quadrupling your money dances in your mind. As you straighten up, a confident grin spreads across your face. The excitement bubbles within you as you examine the next items.

Expired medicine, burner phone, handcuffs, adrenaline and an inverter. 

The bullets showed themselves.

2 live 3 blank. 

The routine faded into the background with the music. Doing everything in a simple routine, smashing another phone

fourth blank.

Putting the dealer into handcuffs that he put himself in, your gaze lingering on his hands as if admiring them- but of course you wouldn't do that. You quickly shake away the thoughts and use adrenaline to steal his phone.

The damage was starting to hurt now, a dull pulse trying to recover from the crimson leaking out. You have to forget about that. it threatened to pull you away from the obsession around this "game".

Third blank.

You fire at his face once more, and it's blank, casing hollowed and falling to your ears.

'shit'

but all he does is shake the handcuffs, reminding you. aiming for him again, and it blows the terrifying face back.

He flipped the pill into his mouth, gaining health. Lucky.

The tension in the air was palpable as the moment hung between anticipation and dread. With chilling precision, the barrel was finally aimed directly at you, a stark reminder of the danger that loomed. Your heart raced, each beat a drumroll of fear that escalated until it peaked, teetering on the brink of panic, when you heard that soft, ominous click.

Relief washed over you momentarily. It was just another blank. But then your instincts kicked in, and with a sudden surge of desperation, you let loose the final shell, the sharp report echoing in the still air. A foolish attempt to keep calm

this is where it all gets so long, the silent analyzing tension, it was so torturous you had to break it. 

Picking out your items again, adrenaline, cuffs, beer, adrenaline.

4 live 4 blank

You smirk feeling on top and so far undefeated.

"My, my, it seems like you're still losing. I think I'll be the richest player after this, although I heard that guy Mark did double or nothing for half an hour."

"Am I really losing? And that fool died stupidly. it was close, though I'll admit"

using the adrenaline to take the dealer's cuffs that he got comfortable in. before popping open another tetanus needle it got stuck in your flesh and you pull it out swiftly. A small whimper left your lips, tears almost pethetically spilling.

You snatch his phone again.

second blank

You shoot him, but it's blank and the same thing, back. You shoot yourself and finish it by blowing the live at him, but he regains with cigarettes.

A strange tension filled the air, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It was an unsettling feeling, as if the atmosphere had shifted to a different world.

When your gaze locked with theirs, a rush of unspoken understanding passed between you. The barrel is pointed down to you with the tail sign of fire. the world around you faded for a moment. Throbbing pain radiates through your skull. The blinding light of the defibrillator brings your ghost back from hell.

"Ha ha, not so cocky now, huh? Come on, doll~, you love this feeling. now strip."

his face had an underlining drawl to his name-calling but unmistakably a bit of relief in the tone.

As your senses gradually returned, they washed over you like a tide. You decided to shed your hoodie, the soft fabric clinging to your skin as you pulled it over your head. You tossed it behind you, where it landed with a dull thud against the door, its material sliding down to the floor in a heap. the air in the room chilled your skin through the thin shirt.

You took a deep, steadying breath and gulped down a generous swig of beer, the cold liquid burning slightly as it slid down your throat, momentarily blanking out your thoughts, a dud left the chamber. a strange sense of foreboding hanging in the air. and so your aim at him but the click rang out.

Without warning, he levelled his gaze at you and fired, a blinding flash erupting as it all went deafeningly silent, the sound ringing in your ears like the echo of a heart being jolted once more as if it hadn't had enough whiplash.

"hehe~ the masochist has to take something else off~ Not quite winning anymore huh…"

The jab was sharp and taunting, a sly punch that hit below the belt. Everything had been unfolding perfectly for you until this moment, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, literally. pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it in the same place, the sudden humiliation from now being sat in nothing but a simple bra and jeans, the weight of the situation presses down on you. 

But there's no time for that. Here comes the next wave. A phone, beer, and adrenaline.

3 live 4 blank

Everything whizzes by in a blur of fire and smoke as you immerse yourself in the thrill of the game, utterly fixated on the prize. The environment around you fades into oblivion. the cool breeze brushing against your chest feels like an afterthought, like the sting in your abdomen.

Across the table, the demon, his presence taut with anticipation. His eyes gleam with a mixture of hunger and mischief, his cold body radiating an unsettling thought that amplifies the tension in the air. The stakes are higher, but that was obvious, and still the atmosphere thickens.

The third and final round.

The boxes come up for hopefully the last time. Expired medicine, kinfe, inverter and adrenaline. 

4 live 4 blank

Using adrenaline and his knife, you cut off the muzzle of the gun and aim it across the table, hiding behind your sleep-deprived eyes. Praying doesn't do any good, and it won't be here either. The click goes, an empty shell echoes, and you sigh.

it didn't occur to you that the defibrillator wires hadn't been cut, and that famous, repetitive phrase wasn't said at all. Was It an act of mercy? Or just a twisted enjoyment of perserving toys.

He uses adrenaline taking the magnifying glass.

"You'll be feeling way more chilly soon, doll."

The entity picks it up smugly and blasts another shot to the dome.

The moment of realization was short-lived, the impact of the metal to your forehead making everything go silent before being shattered by a jarring high-pitched static that reverberated through your entire body, making your skin prickle, and core shake.

As you regained your bearings in this reality, you slowly stood up, the world around you coming back into focus. undoing the button, thighs quickly spreading open the zip. You began to slide off your jeans. and the wound on your side was dripping down them, staining the material.

Even if it had no eyes in those sockets, it was clear it was looking. good. You're teasing him on purpose. It was a calculated move, you told yourself. Its aim is to divert the attention of the soulless being before you. In that moment, you hoped that this small distraction would give you the opportunity you needed to table the turns in your favour and ultimately claim all that sweet cash.

sitting back down, the silence in the room started to raise goosebumps along your skin, finally uncovered, except from a bra, panties, and shoes. you can't even remember what amount of rounds are left, but something becomes very clear.

both the monitors show 1 lightning bolt flashing. the last life, who ever gets this last life wins.

you just reached for the shotgun. fingers just scraping the metal. before an ice cold chill set you nerves off, looking down in utter shock as you recognized the unsettling faded hand. taking a look back at the dealer. his disfigured face seemed to turn into a slight smirk, jagged teeth shifting in their places.

2 fingers travle further and further up thumb gently caressing your thing

"w-what the fuck are you doing?"

A rush of cold air haunts past your neck, a silent whisper of desire. While distracted by that, the dead cold reached further up to lightly pinch your underwear, the fabric bunching up between the digits and snapping it back, you flinch slightly from it.

"Come on darlin' lets play. it's your turn."

the thing jeered. you could have pushed him off, but some twisted, and fucked up little thrill made you want to keep it there.

reaching out for the gun again. but suddenly your back arches and there's soft rubbing in circles on your clothed clit before slowly pushing the offending cloth out of the way. pressing inside. It's a shock to your whole system, so wrong, but it feels so... good! The two digits had your walls fluttering in surprise and need, breathlessly you dare to look at him.

Just as fast as they went in, he took them out. a disgusting wet noise following it, the now soiled hand was brought up to your fresh blood. He collected some of the substance and reeled the limb back to his face, and a long black tongue slithers out, between the jagged teeth wrapping around the digits to taste you.

"I can hear your heart beating so fast. You're enjoying this~"

"f-fuck off. t-theres no reason for that, you lowlife."

anything to distract from your blush and raging heat. You pluck the gun up, moving with shaking hands. It's weakly aimed at the dealer's face, pulling the trigger quickly.

It was a blank, the empty shell rattling in the empty room, falling through the sexual smoke clouding behind glossy eyes.

the shot would have missed either way.

"oh~ you were so close huh?"

the thing tormenting your mind and now body promptly starts the sweet torture once more fingers pumping in and out of your sloppy cunt.

you roll your head back, not resisting in the slightest. when's the last time you've had this kind of treatment? Oh god, you feel crazy, but this loss could be your win after all.

a third finger was added, and he got a better angle to rub the hood in the opposite circular motion. it was driving you mad. soft tiny whimpers seemingly didn't satisfy him enough. the pace picked up, and so did the unwilling humping of your hips against the floating hand.

your form jumped forward, chasing that high, mind turned to mush. hands grip at the table for stability. heavy breathing was overpowering your senses drowning out everything. you hold your breath in as his other hand grips your neck softly as if encouraging the lack of air.

the pleasure building more and more. and you closed your eyes. You didn't even know what to think, but it was clear that the dealer was now lapping at the remaining adrenaline from your injury. You reach down attempting to stop whatever this was, not even realising what had really just happened until-

your legs spasm and freeze in intervals. white hot heat, finally giving way.

"Seems like I win doll. maybe next time you'll get me"

Your eyes meet what's left of his. A defeated look on your tired features. the room turned cold, breath visible in short puffs.

"Aw, come on, don't give me that pout. You know you'll be back, crawling through the dirt, even if you did win. I'll be in that dumb human brain of yours until I'm done playing with you"

as his demonic voice whispered against your skin, the damage reversing on his disturbed features.

and the final shot is fired, everything turns to slow motion, and the impact finally hits your frontal bone. and you black out....

"your lucky it likes you so much... you're his favourite toy after all. now put some fucking clothes on freak."

I hope that this didn't feel too rushed. I was on a schedule to finish it before I'd have to go away for a few days, but anyway, hope you enjoyed. :)

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Misa Amane x fem reader bodyguard

Can't believe I'm only writing about her now. I just got the full black edition manga of Death Note, and I got really sad at the end. I also got the box set of the anime. It was so much different from her ending. so I'm finally writing something. I was going to do this during Pride Month, but I'm a little late to the party, never mind, let's get to the fic

I hated this feeling.

The feeling eats away at me every time I look at her.

I'm hopelessly in love, but she can't even talk about me.

Me and Misa were out shopping in the main city stores. I was her most trusted bodyguard since I was a girl. I held all her bags diligently and carefully. some expensive brands in every other bag, and it made me nervous at how much money she had sometimes, it was nice not hearing her constantly talk about him for once, but I spoke too soon.

"I would of asked Light and Ryuzaki to come with us so It could be a double date because come on let's be real, Ryuzaki totally has a thing for you, and I can spend some time with my precious boyfriend. But they said they had a major discovery in the Kira case and told me to go away"

Ew, I don't even like Ryuzaki ever since he literally kidnapped Misa and straight up smelt her like a rabid dog. I didn't have a good impression from the start. "Boyfriend." Yeah, right, light doesn't even acknowledge her, let alone want to date her. now look! she pouted how adorable. light couldn't see how truly beautiful she was, like a god of death. I could be a better boyfriend. I sighed, looking at Misa with a dopey grin. Her fashion was always on point and suited her. like today, a simple black skirt, long-sleeved shirt that was slightly see-through, black and white thigh-high socks, shin-high black boots giving a little height over me, and a crop denim jacket, with no arms, it looked so edgy and right in the trends right now, it's perfect on her she even had her hair down framing her clear skin and pretty brown eyes, I could get lost in them as they sparkle like topaz. I was standing in the middle of the shopping centre just staring at Misa, and she turned around, noticing my sudden disappearance from her side.

"Hey, are you okay weirdo? You're kinda just staring"

"O-oh yeah, I'm okay, misa just admiring youu-'re outfit! it's lovely today"

"Oh, I know right! Thank you for telling me, light didn't even say I looked cute today hmf"

'Saved that so well.' I smiled with a little wobble and a blushing face, my hold on the paper bag in my hand tightening as I adjusted the suit tie the bag made a soft crinkle in protest, as I caught up to her.

"Are there any more places you want to go?"

"Yes, actually, I heard about this super cute cafe in here. They put little stuffed animals on your table depending on how you look or how the waiter sees you. We have to go there, and I could use a latte"

"Yeah, sounds super adorable. I could use a cup of tea"

I smiled at her, and she giddily pulled out her phone to try and find the cafe quickly typing with her black nails and turning around excitedly, her skirt spinning with her, it lifted slightly and I saw. 'Oh my god, she has garters on - look away, look away, look AWAY!' I turned my head away quickly before Misa approached me.

"It's this way, let's go!"

She hooked her arm around mine and phone in her other hand as she quickly dragged me along to our destination, my face heating up once more at her actions 'She's so cute'.

"I bet light will love this place. we should bring the boys along. I bet they'd give Light a cute dog plushie and maybe Ryuzaki a smelly rat bleh"

She stuck her tongue out at the thought of a rat, and I couldn't help but laugh and agree with her. We soon got to the place and found a table sitting down. I placed all the bags I was holding under the table and to our side, and the blonde went into one of them, pulling out a little box.

"I got this cute ring I hope light likes it"

Light, Light, Light, Light, Light! I'm sick of hearing about him. I actually wished he was Kira sometimes so he could be away from her kind heart, but I know that would only motivate Misa more, seeing as Kira killed her parent's murderer.... she never did get time to mourn....

"Hey bestie Look isn't this cute"

I snapped out of my thoughts with a stab in my heart 'bestie'. Misa pushed her hand forward, showing me her new jewellery. It was a slim black band around her ring finger with painted skulls along it, I softly smiled. It looked fabulous.

"I'm sure Light will like it. It looks amazing, so well made too"

"Aahhh you really think so?"

"I know so"

The slow poison in my chest grew at every mention of Light, and soon, I was thankfully directed out of the silent resentment by a kind waitress who asked for our orders. I got a simple early grey tea and Misa ordered a caramel latte with extra cream, and the kind lady walked away with our order and into a back room.

"Anywhere else after this? my fair lady, hehe."

"Oh, don't be so formal, you nerd, no wonder Ryuzaki likes you, but I think I'm done here unless you'd like to get something?"

"Oh me? No, I'm okay. I'll even pay for our drinks if you want?"

"Awww how sweet of you'd really do that for little old me?"

"Of course we are friends"

'Oh god, that stung to say'. The waiter came back, placing our drinks down, and on the drink trays were small plushies. I couldn't help but grin brightly at Misa as she slowly picked up her adorable stuffed animal, it was a little bat with magnets in the wings so it could wrap around the body, and it even had a small red bow around one of the large ears. I was so focused on the girl in front of me gently holding the bat by the wings, making it swing back and forth, I didn't even see what one I got. I quickly looked down to see my own small soft toy, it was a calico cat with buttons for eyes, it lay on its stomach, I picked it up its paws had velvet beans, and had small bits of plastic in them to make it slightly weighted. I held it in my hands with awe it was surprisingly an accurate description of me. it almost looked sad.

"Swapsies, I wanna see yours!"

Misa picked up the toy from my hands, and she gave me hers she gave a little squeal, saying how cute it looked, and I laughed. Looking at her bat, I noticed it had plastic red eyes with bits of glitter shining in it 'Just as unique as her' A hand took away the soft toy again.

"Oh, I bet I could..... aha, look how cute!"

Misa wrapped the bat's wings around the cat in a sort of hug, and the magnets clicked in place to stay around it.

"Awww it's like their friends"

"Nah I bet they're dating"

"Oh yeah? Whys that"

"I don't know, just have a feeling not everything has an answer, dummy"

She giggled at calling me a dummy and took a sip of her coffee, sighing content with the taste. I took this as my chance to drink my tea 'needs sugar wait I could try a pickup line'. I raised an eyebrow as I spoke, leaning an elbow on the table.

"My tea needs more sugar, mind getting in it?"

"Was that supposed to be smooth?"

"Yeah....."

I hung my head in defeat and sighed. I felt gentle fingers on my chin, lifting me up, and I looked at Misa, losing myself in her eyes before she spoke in a smug tone

"Bet I can give you a panic at the disco."

She held a sly smirk, and I felt my face get increasingly hot. 'oh she's way too pretty to be this good at pickup lines. I think I might die.'

"Oh geez, where did you get that from?"

"A magician never tells their secrets"

"I don't think that's connected?"

"You're so mean to me"

The pretty blonde pouted again and took another sip from her coffee, pulling out her phone to take a picture of the stuffed animals hugging before taking one of me as I drank my tea, giggling like a schoolgirl as I called her out on it. The date/ hang out was calm, and we chatted and I paid the bill, we slowly made our way back to the building, we were currently staying at before Misa got a call on her phone, and she excitedly exclaimed its light.

"Mhm okay perfect see ya soon, byeee~ love you. Light says we need to talk. I hope he finally says I'm his girlfriend!"

The girl got super giddy and even did a little jump in excitement before she returned to my side taking some of the bags from one arm.

"And light tells me Ryuzaki called for you~"

She bumped my hip, making me stubble she was convinced L liked me at this point, and I nervously fake laughed.

"Oh, he did, huh..."

"Uh huh~ you two would be so cute, like a nerdy couple you see in anime"

"Hm, yeah, I guess so"

We made our way back to the building and walked into the elevator, still holding all of Misa's shopping. I'm just glad we didn't get spotted by any fans maybe because she had her hair down 'I love her hair down'. She hummed a soft tune as we waited to go up to the top floor. As the doors opened, we both saw light and L in the room. Misa dropped all her bags and ran to light in a hug, which he didn't seem pleased about in the slightest. I picked up the bags, setting all of them next to the sofa, smoothing out my suit before feeling a tap on my shoulder it was L.

"Hello miss ... I need to speak with you. Follow me"

"Okay"

my tone was cold but not harsh I just felt upset, also ew, he touched me. I followed the emo rat out of the room, but not before I got one last glance at Misa kissing Light's cheek.

It hurts to know that

You will never look at me

The way I look at you

omg finally I wrote for her and I don't like the ending and I feel like I rushed it but it's fine, it fine just gives me an excuse to write some more of this fucking queen. but I struggle writing women so I hope this is okay

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toga head cannons + dating bits

so mha what a show i have been violently thrown back into it and currently re watching it along with another 4 animes anyway here i am ready to make this since I have like *checks notes * 16- nope 19- nope hold on 24! drafts and I can see more on the horizon so I'm finally letting my bisexual self get some crazy girls on my list

headcannons

She likes Hello Kitty. I think she would love Kuromi (I don't know for sure, as I've never watched it. I'm not really into Sanrio stuff.)

she has some skills with drawing but nothing too major. maybe a really good sketch once in a while, on some important documents (definitely got into a lot of trouble for doodling on her school books or anything like that. ik i did)

She chews on pens or pencils. possibly hoodie drawstrings, just anything, to be honest.

I feel like she loves dinosaurs, like at least knowing some random facts from like stolen picture books or remembering an interesting thing from a museum, and I guess the Internet exists

Dating stage

she has been rejected a few times, which is obvious, so when she finds you, she is nervous about falling fast yet again and getting left. again. but she can't help it, and when you say you feel the same, she could happily fight and die for you x10 more than she already felt like she would

Blood jewelry absolutely 100% like a pretty heart-shaped pendent that's suspiciously liquidy and a beautiful red like take all my money (I will for the precious bean)

She is a criminal, so getting more domestic dates is kind of difficult. so there's options 1 she drinks someone else's blood to disguise and just dresses different from them, so it's less obvious and go to a coffee shop or something. OR 2 screw the domestic stuff! and go out to steal sweets or candy and idk steal a shopping cart, go spray paint some rich guys house, and do stupid shit like getting arrested only to call dabi or shigaraki for help as you both laugh at how stupid that was.

She would love it if you knew how to style hair or let her style yours and be matching

Speaking of matching toga would absolutely have pj's/ onesies for the both of you. examples I can think of would be the night and light furry ones (I think they neat) also those two peice ones so sharing two sets like, skull top and pink short and then having pink tank top and skull trousers.

Love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and gift giving all the way. Holding hands? "Ah! We're holding hands haha, suck it, dabi your bitchless!". she needs soothing words during a cuddle session like fr tell her she's an amazing girlfriend. Anything you get her stuff like that is definitely her new bragging right, new hair clip? It's on, and she refuses to take it out until you do it yourself. A little pin it's going on her skirt, a keyring? She's putting at least two of those on the handle of her favourite knife. You made her a painting/ printed a photo/ wrote a poem or anything? It's getting framed and hung above her bed

She probably had lots of photos before you dated, but now she definitely has. 2 folders one is a digital file on her phone, and the other is stashed away, filled with secretly taken ones that she looks at when she misses you

If you're a hero, she'll make it a point to watch you and look at all your fan base online. "It's my turn on the TV my adorable partner is on." She would also want to go on every mission close to where your agency would be. If you have any merchandise, she has it already. If she sees other people wearing your clothing line, she would either compliment it or want to stab them (I can't decide)

That's all i can think of, and i want to do more, so anything else in the comments would be nice. im trying to ease my way into writing female characters. i might be bi, but i can't talk to women, so this was fun and a little difficult for me

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Gregory + Cheslock x reader nail painting

So they are separate, but I wanted to paint their nails okay, so I'll do wholesome first, and I'll add a line for NSFW stuffs. All right, chill :)

Gregory-

-He loves to paint his nails it's just like normal painting, and it looks pretty, although it isn't typically for males, but he doesn't mind

-It's a good distraction when life gets too much, ya know, and he will do Cheslock's his if he asked for some help

Late in the evening, chilling in his room, talking or just sitting in silence and carefully doing his nails.

"So, how was your day"

Gregory looked up at me and sighed deeply before giving an answer.

"It was... busy"

I nodded and carefully turned his hand to get a better angle to paint his thumb.

"Yeah, you are a prefect, after all. You get a lot of ... uh sidequests"

a tilt of his head told me he thought it was an odd description but smiled a little, shaking his head. I applied the polish once. twice, three times, and then it was done. now to do the other hand, which he gave quickly. softly admiring the first set as they dried, glistening in the light, once I was done, he stared at them for a while.

"Thank you"

"Don't worry, I'm happy to do them"

I smiled and started to do my own nails to look pretty. But as I felt a hand reach out for mine, I looked up at him. He glanced away before asking.

"Could i do them for you?"

"Oh y yeah, have at it"

His touch was gentle, and he did the same treatment I did for him. He seemed to either know what he was doing or was a very fast learner. Either way, they looked immaculate by the end.

Cheslock-

-I feel like he has a little bit of anger management, and painting / picking the nail polish works to calm down. but he can't do it himself that well, so he either gets Gregory, or you to do them, it looks better, and he'll feel a little bad about ruining it, but it's better than blowing up at people.

-and if people judge, he just yells at them. idk

-He likes to rant doing it since you'll listen to him, but it's like a comfortable silence when Gregory does it. Instead, Cheslock wouldn't start the conversation unless Gregory did. idk

He sat cross-legged on the floor, one hand in your lap that was being yassified using the other hand to gesture during his new rant.

"And then he went on to say I was in the wrong! like I wasn't educated in the subject. Also, I'm a damn prefect! He shouldn't argue with me of all people!"

He gestured with his spare hand to emphasize his point, showing frustration with the student by waving it in the air and occasionally pushing it forward. As I attempted to paint his other nails, some polish smudged onto his skin. However, I chose not to say anything, as it was best to allow him to stim.

"Wow, really? and what else did he say?"

I was genuinely curious about what this ballsy person had to say. I briefly paused in the nail painting to look at him, my eyes asking for the continuation of the story.

"Oh, don't get me started, he continued to -"

He kept telling me what happened and soon had to switch hands, keeping still to let them dry. When this happened, He remained silent, smiling at the completed set, feeling both amazed and impressed at how quickly it was done despite his fidgeting. Once it was done, you started painting your own nails, not wanting to end the conversation just yet. However, then it was lights out, and you both went to your separate dorm rooms.

=====okay here's the spicy ideas i had for the same thing=====

warning

cock warming

men whimpering

Gregory is a bottom / Cheslock is a top (SEPARATED THO)

(send me feral ass outside to touch grass, or water, or fire, like anything not electronic, or in my house)

trying not to move?

doing two things at once??? I guess??

Gregory-

I was deeply focused on the hand I was painting carefully running the brush along it, but the hand I was holding suddenly flexed, and I smeared some of the nail polish onto his skin

"Hey, keep still, please,"

"mh trying"

I felt him twitch at my words. I was on top of Gregory, his member inside of my hole, with my thighs on either side of his waist. Gregory's head was lulled back on the pillows. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to move. his other hand digging into my thigh to keep him grounded. he was panting a little and occasionally let out a whimper. It was cute because I had only done three nails on one hand. and there was so much left to do. he was already this sensitive, trying his hardest not to thrust up into me. I was just finishing the fourth nail, but I leaned over to gather more polish from the bottle resting on his chest. coating the brush again, as I moved Gregory whimpered. I felt a slight shift of his cock, this made me pause and let out a shaky breath, as my hole clenched, in response to it another soft buck made the bottle of polish almost tip, and my thigh have a slight spasm. I was teasingly slow with it, but it was getting to me now, I understood why he was coming undone so fast, but I wasn't going to leave a job halfway done.

Cheslock-

it was getting hard to focus. All I could feel was Cheslock, his hands resting on my chest, and playing with my nipples. my legs were around his waist as he sat on the heel of his feet. and his cock was deeply buried inside of me, as a random roll of his hips made me lose my brain every time. his teasing laugh echoed in the room.

"Hehe, come on, don't you want to make me look pretty?"

"y yeah, just ah, it's g getting increasingly! difficult. t that's all"

I snapped back. I planned to do it, just that, but this position was making it hard. Even breathing was a challenge to do while he was being a prick and purposely making me mess it up. As I painted his nails, I couldn't help but notice my hand shaking a few times from his teasing actions, leaving accidentally smudges of black nail polish on his fingertips. Cheslock didn't say anything, but his teasing tsk tsk let me know he noticed. As I finished one hand and started on the other, Cheslock calmly took the brush from my hand, closed the polish bottle, and moved it to the side. before slamming my wrists up and rolling his whole body fully connected to mine, leaning over to kiss my lips

Okay so I hope that was ya know at least enjoyable to read I had this thought with a friend they were innocent and I was like "But hear me out sex" and so here it is look at that I also ended them both quickly I was losing some motivation but oh well (i also hope its not very obvious who I like more o_o definitely not)

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Gregory Violet x reader smut

okay this is technically part 2 of the one i posted before this (i have no idea how to do the fancy links but on my ao3 its apart of the same thing okay) i copied the same moments and we continue from there and i edited it from some YouTube video an i think i write better now idfk

warnings;

(i need to touch grass)

blowjob

very nearly getting caught

first time / unexperienced (both sides)

like 7 minuets in heaven kinda

As I sat on the floor of the almost empty storage room, the dim light from the purple flame of the cricket prop cast a soft glow. My face blushed as I gazed longingly at the face of the purple prefect.

"Can i uhh...."

As I spoke, my words seemed to disappear into thin air as I gently inclined towards him. Our lips met, and I was engulfed in a feeling of light-headedness and an avalanche of butterflies in my stomach. As we kissed, I could feel the subtle transfer of his lipstick onto my lips, blurring the boundaries between us. I pulled away, but the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, definitely apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory's cheeks were tinged with a shade of rosy red as if a subtle dance of warmth and embarrassment adorned his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask if I c-could.. uhh, do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away, and I pulled him towards me, my fingers curling gently around his arm as I felt the warmth of his body drawing closer. I could see the surprise in his eyes as his movements mirrored mine, almost as if he was pulled by an invisible force. As our faces drew near, 'Oh god, is this really happening?' Our hands clumsily found their way to each other's faces, fingers brushing against skin as our breaths mingled. In our nervousness, our teeth accidentally clashed, causing him to pull away hesitantly, leaving me with a mix of confusion and longing. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red that extended down his neck. The colour was barely visible against his outfit in the dimly lit room. he broke my silent adoration, and my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"I uh t-thank you. I think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and I looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower and more organized than the others. It lets us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and I returned the gesture. He let out a small noise of surprise. This didn't feel real. my hand travelled down Gregory's clothes. I couldn't even feel his body through the baggy outfit. we broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips together before snapping. we were both panting as we gazed into the other's eyes. My hand didn't move from the vague spot near his clothed hardness, the heat coming off it.

"u-uh c-could I touch you? down t-there, I mean"

his eyes widened, and as I opened my mouth to apologize, I instantly regretted my words. Before I could speak, he cut me off with a whine. hand reaching to my wrist and guiding me to him. I blushed but wilfully followed him.

"p-please, I need you"

"oh I uh o-okay then"

I slowly parted the opening of his cloak, pushing it to the sides. It was heavier than it looked, like a weighted blanket. I could barely make out his silhouette through his trousers. I reached to pull them down. it was clear he was turned on. the dim light did nothing to hide this arousal, and the fact that he was softly gasping at the slightest movement near his throbbing member gave it away as well. I traced the heat of it, and he bucked into my hand. 'Oh god, that's hot.' My mouth was going dry, and I swallowed hard. The tip was leaking a bit already slowly trailing down to my fingers, I removed my hand to lick it off, receiving a needy whine at the loss of contact. but when I came back, I only had to graze him, for his hips to lean into any friction, head rolling back to pant attempting to regain his breath. his hands gripping at the cloak. it's not like he could help it. the need for stimulation was hot too hot. his throat was dry, and he kept stuttering into my hand, breathy moans and whining. "nnnggghhh hah ah uhh" he was so sensitive. his hand coming up to his face, he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, his teeth biting into his pointer finger, leaving behind a faint trace of smudged lipstick on his skin. I took my hand and lightly removed it from his mouth. softly kissing Gregory's lips, the warm feeling was incredible. I felt his cock twitch a little and I used this to guess he was reaching the end I stopped kissing his lips to taste his tip a little salty but i lowered my mouth deeper I kept moving my hand in tandem with my head now bobbing along it. I felt hands in my hair gripping it tightly, and he loudly cried out as I felt hot liquid down my throat. i eagerly swallowed around his member, making him oversensitive. pulling myself off to rapidly intake the air, my face obviously flushed. After their intimate moment, Gregory carefully tucked himself back into his trousers, ensuring that he appeared presentable. I mimicked his actions as I stood up, wanting to make sure that I looked composed as well. it was good timing because right after the door opened. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, the others are leaving now"

okay okay I admit the end was rushed but I got to finish this before I can do anything else the tisum demands it but seriously i have lots more to do and my writing might be better now I'm not sure to be honest but i did just copy a few lines from part 1 and added the smut into it because that was the original plan but of well

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Gregory Violet x reader

okay so after episode 5 i made this draft and I've only just finished it now leave me be anyway i have no idea why i thought that making reader a bluwer sibling but the narrative fits to good? i don't know. I've written so much that i cease to see who asked anymore, but oh well

sweet fluffy kisses turned

admirers to lovers?

fast burn boi (its a one shot what do you want?)

slight mention of you being an unwanted sibling because you haven't done anything yet. lol imagine

Context

It's the cricket opening ceremony, you are the twin of Lawrence Bluewer, along with your 7 sisters who needed to go to the cricket matches to see Lawrence play it, was his last year after all. but you didn't really like parties that much, too many people, but someone caught your eye the first year you came here. unknowingly, Gregory had found his gaze drifting over to the sister Bluewer never mentioned. It's always the 3 older and 4 younger, never the twin, always a stain on the family. but Gregory always noticed the empty space on his sketch "something's missing," never pointing it out. although curiosity almost getting the better of him, and you seen that over the years he became a prefect and he was just so pretty from afar. Just the right type of quiet but skilled and fitting into the role of prefect, and he wasn't even there?

Standing next to the blue athlete door, resisting the urge to yawn. Listening to the lower headmaster of the school although it was unusual for him to do the speaking it was still the same boring lines and then the thudding came 'green house I suspect oh look at that I'm right' they received the most applause and respect becuse they always won 'mh with that knowledge it will be red next' the second i thought it the rose petals fell all around and some of my sisters audibly swooned at it 'ugh gross, their practically throwing themselves at Redmond' I rolled my eyes at this, but I seen the lights dim, and focused on the purple door the candles let off a purple flame it was beautiful but short lived the doors opened and... 'Nothing?' No one came out. A scream from further in the room rang out. 'ah somewhere in the crowd then at least that was new' a soft smile on my features as I scanned the crowd, to look for him, only catching a glimpse of a golden tassel, before my shoulders are grabbed and I'm forced to look at my brothers team, walking though the reception for blue was always so awkward barely a few people even clapped. 'wow what a crowed anyway' i looked around for the purple, noticing the cloaks were all the same so i kept scanning each one looking for the slight difference amongst them, i looked to my chaotic relatives the older two playing match maker with Adela (only cannon name i can find) the taller little girl with glasses and an equally awkward blue house boy rolling my eyes away i started to walk towards the purple house eating area attempting to walk away i was stopped by a hand on my shoulder i freeze completely slowly turning my head to see it was Redmond 'oh my god no no no please don't' forcing a smile

"hello?"

"Good evening, my lady. Would you care for a dance tonight? i know it's only the announcement, but -"

"No! i mean uhh no thank you"

i blurted out, giving a small cough and turning to let the hand fall from my shoulder. 'oh my fucking god no, no, no, not now, not ever' thankfully a younger sister called out to the prefect to ask for a dance. sighing and looking up, seeing another flash of gold and purple with white hair moving at the purple door as i try to move away again, but my older sister stood in my way.

"Why would you ever turn down Redmond? he has plenty of status for you to be of -"

"No, I'm good"

she looked shocked, and another broke in. i felt anxious now, feeling some eyes on me.

"You have to like someone here. There's plenty of handsome boys around"

I'm sweating bullets now, awkwardly shimming to the side, trying to escape. standing on my tip toes, getting a flash of his deep purple eyes, and looking at me between the crowd before turning away. my eyes widen and i try to walk over yet again, not even getting a foot forward before i felt another person invading my space, this time i glared daggers at the poor soul who was also know as Lawrence, his face was a thin line and half serious eyes.

"Could everyone just leave her alone"

"awww Lawrie"

they faded out as i was overwhelmed already, this place sucked and i only wanted to build up the courage to talk to-

"It's violet, right?"

"...huh?!"

i was more shocked in horror now looking at my brother, the calm tone setting in, and my face flushed he just sighed, fixing his glasses with one finger looking away before speaking.

"i hoped it wasn't but, alright come on"

"Huh? w-wait, how did you?"

my words fell flat he started to walk back through the door the athletes used, and i quickly glanced around before following him through. i was confused. No way, it had been obvious, right? All the girls would have picked up on something they're like sniffer dogs with this stuff. once i caught up with Lawrence, i looked at the spacious corridor that was perfect to make the entrances that they always did. I'm surprised curiosity never came through me to explore behind here. All the way the walls looked was beautiful, like most of this gothic school. once i was done admiring the architecture, i saw my brother moving along. we had passed the red door, then we reached the purple one. 'Wait. is he seriously taking me to Violet? oh god, he is, isn't he? i thought he didn't care about me, and why now is it because it's his last year?' My mind was spinning, and my face felt warm. Lawrence simply moved towards a door it looked like a store room, and he knocked before speaking.

"Hello Violet, I've brought company"

nothing was heard from the other side, but the blue haired boy opened the door. i tried looking in it was basically pitch black except for a small purple flame, which illuminated the space, not to mention the little light coming in from the hall me and my brother blocking the majority of it.

"Oh, it's you, thanks you Bluewer"

i was confused, but i didn't have much time to think, as i was lightly pushed forward, and my brother made a slight go-ahead gesture. i made a "really" face to him, to which he nodded, pursing my lips but proceeded into the void.

"I'll get you after the celebration dies down"

"wait Lawrence what's going on?"

he just smiled, giving a small good luck and left, closing the door so that the only purple flame from the prop lit up the room. my gaze was dawn to it, and maybe to avoid the intense stare i was getting, my eyes looked over the intricate design of the wand? it was amazingly crafted and the wolf skull was awesome every year purple house was the most interesting to see but its not like they won the game but i still found myself cheering for them i first seen violet in the stands and he talked to Lawrence they were the drudges at the time speaking of that boy i looked to the side of me he looked awkwardly sat his knees up to his chest arms crossed in the crook of it his eyes boring into mine and at this i immediately looked away the dark lighting did nothing to hide how pretty he looked those eyes which were illuminating and that lipstick made him seem so kissable 'oh god I'm in the same room as him alone. wait, alone, this is just like that game. Sis mentioned it. Ugh, what was it called again?' lost in thought i failed to notice that Gregory had moved, and his hand had come in contact with my cheek, his palm was soft, like he hadn't done much physical work, but the calloses on his fingertips proved his did a lot of art. 'Wait, he's...' My face exploded with heat, as my brain and his eyes came into contact with mine. The purple was intense and extremely captivating.

"uuhh h-hi so, is this where you disappear to after the entrances... It's quite nice not many people go here either, so it's a lot quieter. So, how come Lawrence knows where this is? Did you tell him, or do all the prefects do this? Sorry, i realise I'm talking too much. I'll just shut up now okay great"

i covered my mouth with both my hands backing up slightly, his hand falling from my face.

"How come Bluwer never mentions you?"

"Oh well, I'm uhhh kind of not that welcomed by everyone since i haven't shown much potential or ..... benifit"

i was embarrassed by this. i didn't really want to talk about it, obviously, but what he said next was unexpected.

"You're beautiful, peculiar. like salamander eyes"

i looked at him, blushing and confused. 'Is that going to be a compliment, too?' Either way, i had no other thoughts other than to kiss him

"Can i uhh...."

my words fell flat, and i just leaned forward. my lips kissing his i felt lightheaded, butterflies in my stomach. i felt some of his lipstick smear onto my lips. i pulled away the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, defiantly apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory had a light red blush dancing across his face.

"I'm sorry i didn't ask if i c-could uhh do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away it was now my turn to place my palm on his cheek, and i pulled him towards me, and his body wilfully followed.'Oh god, is this really happening?' we awkwardly kept our hands on each others faces, our teeth accidently clashed, and he pulled away. a bigger and deeper blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck, which was only barely visible in this outfit and the dimly lit room he broke my silent adoration, my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"i uh t-thank you. i think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and i looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower more organized than the others. It let us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and i returned the gesture, he let out a small noise of surprise, this didn't feel real. I was so lost in the moment that we both failed to notice the door opened. and a clearing of a throat made both me and the lover boy break apart and look towards the sound. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, sister, the others are leaving now"

Lawrence was obviously annoyed but held a smile. while Redmond thought to tease the poor emo boy some more.

"My , i wouldn't have guessed this from a Bluwer sibling. How romantic. How are you feeling Violet? rather flushed, it would seem"

"Be quite Redmond"

Gregory was blushing his mouth noticeable, had some sliver on them, and he wiped his chin.'When did that happen?' but we both equally looked a mess. i could feel the remnants of his lips on mine, not to mention the likely stained black lipstick. soon i stood up, and everyone moved out of the doorway. Violet followed after me, and i felt him link pinkies with me 'god that's adorable'.

"Lawrence, could i -"

"Yes, here"

it was a bit of paper that had our address specifically for letters. I passed it to Gregory, which he placed into an inside pocket. afterwards, we said our goodbyes and Lawrence led me to the other girls. When i left, i heard Redmond tease by saying violet should have had a parting kiss with such a beautiful maiden.

okay so this took me sooo long to write like i started it after episode 5 and here i am weeks later but i feel like did really good on this so whatever i will make a smut scene that i was going to add but i thought to keep it separate but on ao3 it will be one fic

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cheslock / reader with a crush

little idea i had a while ago, where you struggle with playing piano, and cheslock comes and helps before leaving again, and you get quite confused, i guess.

it was drudge time, i always finished my work beforehand, so i spent my time practising this song that i was finding difficult, but once fully played, it sounded amazing. so i sat in the music room, the annoying piece of scripture in front of me as i awkwardly stretched my fingers, trying to figure out this one note. It never sounded quite right. in frustration, i slammed my hands down on the keys and let out a small sigh, lowering my head onto the instrument, which it let out a sad strangled cry from my face being on it.

"oi get off of 'er"

my head shot up, and so did the keys as i looked towards the voice in fear. i instantly noticed that it was the purple house prefect, and i panicked in my reply.

"i am so sorry! im just getting really frustrated...."

"Well, that's great and all, but don't take it out on Estie."

"Estie? t-the piano you named it?"

"so what if i did?"

"Sorry, uh, just surprised"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, what do you need help on anyway?"

"Oh, uhhh, just this one note I'm struggling with, I don't get how my hands could possibly move over to play this at the same time, and it sounds funky"

"Oh, thays easy"

Chelock walked over swiftly and moved to lean over my shoulder, letting a small hum out while reading the sheet music, giving another hum before his hand moved above mine the remaining one shifted my hand over one key. It was so simple, and he was only doing a small favour, but his body felt too hot against mine, I felt my face flush in heat at the closeness. 'no no no don't think like that he is a prefect, and he probably doesn't even have time for this, let alone anymore.' his voice snapped me out of my trance.

"See if you just move that over here, and it's immediately better"

I was slightly frozen, so my hand movement was still stiff, but yeah, it was way easier to play. a smile made its way across my face, but it dipped as I felt the prefect move.

"Alright, well, I'm glade I helped and all that. but don't hurt Estie, or I'll give ya a Y got it?"

"Right, got it, sorry, again"

And just like that, he left. my words fell on deaf ears at that point. the lingering touches on my hands stayed for what felt like an eternity, and my face was warm. but I shake it off and start to play this song again with the advice, which sounds a lot better. 'god, he's good with his hands. Wait, hold on-' I shake my head to clear the thoughts. But my mind did wander to him at lunch later that day 'I wonder if he would - no, never mind, it's stupid'.

Aaaaaaaaaa I don't know how to end shit so here I guess anyway hope that was okay a little short but it gets me back into the swing of writing and I need to get more emo twink content out I have a lot in drafts almost ready to go so this is just that start i promise and i have lots of Gregory becuse i am a simp for that man

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Gregory violet song scenarios

so this is a bunch of random scenarios and head canons i have of this emo boy and i even made a playlist for it becuse im so prepared for this also i do edit the lyrics a tad to fit the time its set in and vibe of the shorts so like if that bothers you sorry i guess (also i wanted to experiment with the tumbler coloured text i think it looks so cool) but this is mostly x reader so sorry if that's not what you want im just brain rotting at this point i cant do this lmao also i would like to say i unfortunately dont have the manga so i actually dont know whats going to happen sorry

starting with the honourable runner ups i think these songs fit but i couldn't think of what to write for them

Necromancing dancing - bear ghost (pun intended) "when im necromancing, everyone's dancing, no one can stop me i dare you to try! the dead are infused with sentential grove"

i don't wanna fall in love - she wants revenge

ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees "would anybody listen to this the ramblings of a lunatic"

everything is temporary - cavetown "sticks and stones they say that we dont have bones inside our brains"

mamas boy - Dominic fike "m-a-m-a-b-o-y mamas boy mamas boy"

im not a cynic - Alec Benjamin "i swear im not a cynic im just being realistic"

cats - the living tombstone "meow meow meow meow memeow"

they/them - atlas, jhfly

house of wolves - my chemical romance

plucked - destroy boys "take a bird from the sky and you wonder why she wants to fly"

nobody - mitski

underachiever - NOAHFINNCE "nothing beats the life of an underachiever"

the adults are talking - the strocks "dont go there you never return and i know you think of me when you think of her"

(lowkey heathers the musical JD looking ass)

WARNING ANGST IS HERE

your stupid face - Kaden macay (oh no + verse 2)

Gregory in third person pov - the realisation he liked you

he was zoning out at the swan gazebo and drawing some sketches with his charcoal pencil. The first bit of the facial anatomy was done, and he used French bread to remove the lines. to make the face he slowly did the eyes and made them defined and full of life, the nose features, and soon enough he had nearly finished carefully doing each strand of hair falling perfectly around the face he wasn't even thinking about who it was but when he stopped to finally look at it realised who it was. 'Oh no,' looking at it more, he tilts his head back, closing his eyes shut to not let the sun make him dizzy. 'noooo' now he was roughly pressing the charcoal to the paper. 'i just really like you face' drawing the smile you always wore around him. 'Ugh, you don't have to look so happy..' he kept drawing, now to try and get it just right. remembering all the times you expressed it. 'im not really into the love that you flaunt in some bright font' smirking to himself 'but if that's what you want ill make it snappy.- wait what' he looked around noticing no one was looking at him he sighed 'i just feel so out of place' he finished your face. 'but not when you near me' moving on to the shoulders. 'when your gone, I'm like a plant with no root' he made quick work of the shape and made the clothes 'or a ball that's on mute' he smiled looking at his work 'don't you dare call me cute, you should fear me' a hand on Gregory's shoulder makes him jump, it was bluewer telling him he needs to sort out a purple house conflict, and to bring cheslock to sort out a fight. sighing and carefully putting his sketch away, a small smile on his soft features. 'Now i like your stupid face'.

soundproof - destroy boys (verse 1 before chorus)

panic attack from social anxiety (if uncomfortable then skip it) - he got amongst the dancing and hated it

it was after the big cricket game that he had to be there for appearances, empty streets are just as soundproof as studios and big crowds. and there were people dancing already. It was making him dizzy, just looking. 'keep me away from here' but when he somehow ends up in the middle of the hall he starts to panic 'how'd i appear on this stage' he was amongst all the dancers getting in the way of some getting bumped into. 'im taking up too much space.' his head was spinning from all the movement, and he felt eyes on him. 'Look away, please don't look this way.' Feeling a hand on his arm leading him out of the hall, too dizzy and unfocused to see they walked outdoors, the fresh air bringing him back down to earth. not sure who it was, but he thanked whoever it was as he started to calm down, taking deep breaths. 'i don't ever want to hear myself ever again'

disco! in the panic room - bug hunter (chorus 2)

in your pov third person - dancing again i dont know im losing the plot as i write. sorry to the amab readers this one this feminine

i was in disguise at the school, as ceils older brother, as I saw him as one. and missed being in a dress. so after the cricket game was announced, and shown it was underway, i went behind the door to get into a dress. i was hiding one underneath my cloak, i let the dress fall from the purple robe it set nicely, and i just simply wrapped the fabric around my waist, like a bow. and headed out to find Gregory, he was still upset about the fire, and wanted to leave as fast as he could. and i understood, but i wanted to dance with him just a little. He was just out of view of everyone trying to leave, and i pulled him into a room with a bright smile. "hiya, would you like to dance in the panic room violet?" He simply smiled. "I made a promise so sure." he held my hands, and i started to slowly waltzes in a random backroom. away from the crowed and prying eyes and i could see that every few movement he was getting more and more pale, as we turned slightly in the dance "Now I feel nauseous, As if I drank a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with" i giggle a little as we stop. he lets go of my hands, to hold his head, he feels dizzy but i come prepared knowing about this, with some water in a canteen. "you probably did But Lysol won't solve this, so have some water." i handed his the medium sized flask, to which he hesitantly took a sip with shaky hands. "im out of options, arnt i?" he softly smiled after a few moments, and i was satisfied to get a little dance. making sure he was okay. but i felt bad. "you can head back now i understand this was a lot, sorry" he sighed "oh its okay and thank you, It's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted" i smile as he hands back my water flask. "But if you want me, I'll be here." Gregory and i walked out of the room and said out good nights before he went wherever, and i returned to the ballroom to see Elizabeth and everyone.

fire on fire - sam smith (chorus 1 like half of it)

Gregory pov - looking at you from outside the purple house fire (and i realise that the song is more about love but i want the angst so deal with it)

i stood there, my eyes filled in fear, as the boarding house burned. i couldn't move, I don't say a word stuck in place, you grab my hand i should be used to it, But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know. just like the fire that i couldn't look away from, a soft hand leading my face away to look at you. There you go, saving me from out of the cold, but i couldn't do anything. but blankly stare at you. tired and scared features, eyes slowly morphing to cry. Fire on fire would normally kill us, and this was on the inside. i was breaking down as i saw how distraught everyone was. I couldn't keep it in much longer. but then the other prefects showed up, and i didn't have time for it, so i pulled my hood up to hold it in, letting go of your hand to do something.

Love me not - eimi (verse 3?)

the part that's always on TikTok but it is a good song- anyway this is at the dating stage and you try to get help from your friends idfk

Sitting on the grass, in front of the bench in the middle of a courtyard, talking with Ciel, soma, and your best friend, the latter two interested in how the relationship was going with Gregory. so far all you could describe it as was confusing, when they asked how. you stood up and started pacing in front of them finger to your chin like how a detective dose it but moving to act out and get you point across better. "Does he really love me? Does he think I'm too much." My pacing stops as i shook my head and returned to walk around. "Am I hanging by a string? Am I pushing my luck?" I looked at the two with confusion, hands out, doing some gesture. they were still intrigued, and i just wanted an answer. "He says I'm his beloved. He says I'm enough. but every time I kick and scream, he tells me to shush!" waving your arms up and down in frustration, and at this, the friends pay more attention. shock on soma's face, making an o shape. "He told you to what!" My best friend joining in, equally surprised. "he told you to, huh!" Ciel bored of our shit huffed out a sigh before speaking. "I think you shouldn't really worry. and you're blowing this up," and I hastily replied, almost yelling. "But I'm falling in love! Does he wanna break up!?" I gripped the hood of my purple house uniform, pulling it over my face, which was red in embarrassment, and I felt some paper in there. taking it off my head a small envelope fell out of my hood, it had a clear purple wax seal with the house cress. 'That wasn't there before'

absence - Rio Romeo chorus + verse 3

Gregory in third person this is angsty, and sad. description of dying

he was thinking about what was going to happen all the experiments, but he unwillingly took part in. he couldn't shake it a feeling of impending doom. he knew the things he did, and that didn't warrant him to be sorry for himself, but he couldn't eat or sleep, even drinking something seemed impossible. then his thoughts came back to his friends. He couldn't stop thinking about how they would react, to him dying. 'If i just vanished, do you think you'd manage' laying in his bed contemplating how you would miss him. 'Or would you disappear right besides me?' A tear came into his eye. As he continued to think of you, how would you react to what he's done, more and more tears came out, little by little. 'Do you think you're ready? When i went unsteady,' his tears ran down his checks, smearing the eyeliner. 'lover, please prepare for my absence.' he stifled his cries with the ball of his palm, keeping it in. lipstick smearing on his hand as he bit down harder, more tears rolling down, landing on his pillows staining them. 'absence makes the heart grow stronger', wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. 'pray my baby will not squander everything to gain by my leaving' taking his hands away from his face, to look at them they shook, as he starred at them blurry vision from crying, the bite mark on his right one blending red. 'and if i return the favour.' thinking to all the sweet parts you shared together. 'pray my baby always saviour, every moment we were both present' sitting up to hunch over head in his hands quietly sobbing, the walls were thick and he knew it but it hurt to cry louder.

oh boy that took some effort i was going to so many more but i just cant but i do kinda love what i did i think it matches his character well I hope it matches at least and again here is a link to my playlist i hope it works if not i have the same name on Spotify but non the less i hope my writing doesn't suck :) (feeling like the Q.A from welcome home "I want it out open open open" lmao MAYBE IM A LITTLE DELULU RN WHO KNOWS) ALSO ive never written angst before so i hope that was good idfk

https://spotify.link/tg5qbp9ZgJb

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Gregory Violet head cannons + NSFW

Season 4 of black butler has me thinking about a certain emo (Gregory not ceil but check out my friend @serve-corps if your into that) but like omfg he's so fine what for and like man wears lipstick I just he's so adorable I've never wanted to own the manga more in my life he's so- I should stop but like aaaaaa so this is head cannons mixed with actual cannon that was on the fandom wiki so that's fun I was thinking of writing a full story later but for now....

this is head cannons, and at the bottom, I'll have a warning for my nsfw thoughts. lol, just remember you're responsible for your Internet consumption, but before i get into this, it's all my opinions. Don't take it as gospel or anything like that, im having fun, alright? okay then.

Little head cannons

-he likes poetry. He gives that vibe like come on...(literally an hour later) Okay, so like, just seen a manga page of him drawing a jabberwocky around ceil like a sleep paralysis demon. a little back story on this particular poem is "a nonsensical poem about the killing of the jabberwocky" in 1871, apparently. this is very relatable to ceil and Gregory alike and like Google it for real (so like I was completely right about that and I didn't even know)

he smells like a mix of charcoal and acrylic paint like dusty but kinda nice, ya know (i go back to this further down)

-why dose he seem like he has autism, i cant explain it but, i have it to, so I'm not trying to be rude, but the bowtie he wears is like a normal tie but looser and nicer. and i hate ties, so i feel that in my soul. he also seems like he wouldn't like synthetic material idfk. also social situations suck, his voice is mostly monotone and quite, its not the typical "not understanding cues or not getting jokes" but its more like a social anxiety thing, and that's usually diagnosed with autism i think? (I'm not a doctor i don't really know. Maybe I'm projecting here a little)

-he's like defo bi or pan or perhaps an ace group. I'm not that educated on that lgbtq+ aspect apologies but that's the vibe (again, that's my opinion)

Dating head cannons male or female [brackets if pointed to someone with tits lol]

-bones. Need I say more? I like bones and rocks soooo be like, otters give him a bone (not like that-) or rocks he strikes me as a rock guy like smooth ones. idk how, but just get one he deserves it.

-painting dates if you struggle, he can easily guide you through it, his hand gently moving to help you use the right brush stroke. he's clearly more skilled in pencil/charcoal works, though we haven't seen much else [that takes skill and I take art like damn that's difficult]

-So apparently the sun and dancing makes him dizzy (it was on the fandom wiki) so definitely have water on hand and well he doesn't seem like the type to like anything plain becuse of the drink mixing so water is a no go to boring and i get that so grab one of those ball tea infusers and make flavoured water he can put the flavours in it like idk lemon slices and let it sit in the water maybe add suger (wait thats just flat lemonade lol whatever I'm a genius ik don't flatter me)

-stolen hoodie? Nah, stollen emo robe looking ass. it seems everyone in purple house has one, and well, yall could swap, or ya know, just wear his. if he has another obvious man is never seen without it, it could be a comfort for him. but like, he seems like he would have a bigger one, and it would smell so nice like charcoal and acrylic paint (that i mentioned earlier). Don't question it, but you can smell that, right? but there's a hint of passion fruit becuse he's trying for you (aw how cute) you can not tell me he doesn't like perfume and like its either passion fruit or cola adjacent like i know it probably wasn't around at the time but like you can see it (maybe i based this on a meme i found but shush)

-you paint each others nails need i say more? and even if you dont like/want to, he would just like to take time off with you to do his own or you do his. oh my god, I just remembered he wears eyeliner the same thing, but he likes you doing it. For some reason, you're better at it, and he doesn't want panda eyes.

-sneaking out at late to hide behind the boarding house, to just chill or chat, looking at the stars. It's a nice area, but yall gotta dodge the house master most of the time. Still, a little thrill never hurt nobody, just maybe given a Y or two if you're caught.

-hiding in your shoulder when the sun or people get too much to deal with. (I feel that so much)

-Gregory is a mix when it comes to pda. Overall, he doesn't like it could be a little overwhelming for him, but when yall with the other prefects, he might hold your hand, he's trying, and we love him for it.

-Gregory seems to observe his friends a lot, and so i think he truly values any relationships he has with anyone. on a whole, he usually draws people that are around him, like ceil, and i think i seen one of Lawrence. (idk i don't have the manga) so i think he would have a lot of sketches of you, be it in his work as doodles, or fully fledge charcoal drawings, maybe even a painting. but he values and enjoys being with you a lot.

-little snacks like fruit and chocolate almost like a picnic in the swan gazebo, but ya know not sharing with everyone unless Gregory wants to, also the fact your with the others in the swan gazebo is becuse, 1 your allowed to be there they've invited others before, 2 you get along with the prefects and drudges and they really don't care, 3 your either his drudge or the first two already applied before hand so you both seen no point in doing that.

okay, so i can't think of anything else wholesome to put down, and i just can't stop thinking, so now this is the warning I REPEAT NSFW BEOYNED THIS POINT!! ALSO HE IS 18-19 ACORDING TO GOOGLE

NSFW head cannons

- some general things, he's a switch or power bottom idk but i can see it so much he prefers you on top, though

-favourite body part would be chest. tits or not [but defo would love them so much like a stress toy] or the space between shoulder and neck, to hide in and bite....(he is a wolf lmao)

-right, so first off lipstick. oh my god... imagining it smeared in places and having prominent marks on your body made by him, like hickeys but removable. and like after he gives head, it would get so messed up on his face or you and just kissing him with it like that, getting some on your lips... (jesus, i need to touch grass)

-he likes art obviously, and well going back to the lipstick and hickeys, he wants to see what colour they turn, your like a brand new canvas just begging to be painted on by him, and honestly vice versa he's too pretty not to mark up..... (no comment)

-this is an all boys school they most likely don't have sex ed here and so you would have to teach him what to do but once he knows it kinda clicks right ya know [another reason i think he would just love titties becuse he wants to learn and i mean like he would get kinda fascinated with them] also he would be really sensitive in general and that's a great advantage to top (but hey you didnt hear that from me 0^0)

okay then that was that and ive run out of ideas now and i need to get this out of me ive got like 2 more things to write about this emo becuse i love and relate to him so much anyway hope that was good i try to be accurate even though this is head cannons and not real at all im still trying to be in character sorry if my writing sucks :)

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undertaker x reader

this is mostly gender neutral, but using the female body parts for the good stuff, ya know

actual text i had before writing this;

me: gonna be real i want undertaker to raw dog me in a coffin and then give me one of those fucking biscuits

bestie: i- holy shit. real

SO THIS IS THAT LMAO there we go literally that, but the new season got me re watching the whole of black butler and thinking of unholy shit (the things I would do in Sebastian's confession box oof) anyway that's a little off topic and i just aaaa with this new season it's so good and ill definitely be making like 2 at least on Gregory violet so stayed tuned for that but ANYWAY WHAT YOU ACUALLY CAME HERE TO READ NOW

Warnings:

He's kinda creepy (but we love that about him)

Mentioned fitting in a coffin (is that even a warning)

Undertaker is a warning as he is

If your cluster phobic get out

You fell into a coffin dumbass (with a hint of cliché writing)

Pussy eating (oh no the horror- actually with him probably)

Some light cuts they bleed a little (made by man's acrylics)

Bites hickeys scratches (a part masochist wet dream)

You actually don't finish because of him being a tease and other people

is it considered necrophilia becuse he's dead?? idfk shower thought leave me be

it was a weekend, and the servants convinced you to come into London town for the day as well as your sister, but as they got closer to the destination you wanted to go, to you strayed from the pack and headed into the undertakers shop, to see him might as well since your free today, and the others were busy shopping.

Honestly, it was a match made in hell, as the earl described it. you were into the strange and unusual, and undertaker is the very definition of idiosyncratic. you worked with ceil on the police as an allies, and that's how you two solved many things. yall had connections beforehand anyway, ceil is like the little brother you never had, and you treat him just like that, especially when it came to his betrothed, your sister. but in his defence, he brought you to the undertaker. Ceil was trying and failing to make the undertaker laugh, so he brought you in from waiting outside, and from one joke, he was cackling. and so whenever the Earl wanted his Information, he would bring you along becuse it seemed like he only liked your jokes, and honestly how could you complain, some one actually laughing that's a first, so ill take the win. but undertaker was equally pleased by this, he couldn't describe the attraction he felt, his heart was long cold and dead, but the little dark light the Earl brought to his shop was enough to get him to question again, but you wear merely mortal and he shouldn't get attached not after last time.

walking around the dark shop, it was more empty than usual as it was completely closed on a Sunday, which is kinda ironic thinking about it. the only bits of lights that guided my way were slowly dying candles, and further in the store there was less and less, of that comforting yellow glow fading quickly, i was calling out for him quietly, still looking around despite the strain on my eyes. i assumed he wasn't here, maybe out, i took a look around, noticing a back room. 'huh, that's new but i guess ive never stayed to long' hollering for the strange man once, more as i stumbled through the dark. my foot caught on something wooden on the floor, and i fell right into one of the many coffins, putting my hands and knees out to stop the fall. i felt something plush under me. I did indeed fall into a wooden create. my eyes finally adjusted to the room, and the panic set it. 'oh my fucking god, im on top of undertaker' my limbs barely didn't touched his body, my knees either side of his waist, and my hands at the side of his head, in his long hair. 'oh fuck fuck shit, this is bad' he was asleep some fucking how, his chest slowly rose and descended in an easy rhythm, a tiny snore escaping every few breathes he looked peaceful, and not like a menace like he usually did. 'This would be cute. If i wasn't right over him.' my eyes traced the scars once more. 'god, that neck one is so biteable.' i took in a deep breath, and slowly picked up my left foot, raising it higher than needed so i don't make contact with the wood, i slowly lowered my foot searching for the ground, making a soft thud as i found the floor. next would be my right hand, and this slowly turned into the worlds quietest twister, i started to turn my body backwards so i could lay on the floor to escape. getting my hand up in the air, and I balanced on one knee and hand to get out. I started to bend out, but my hip lightly grazed the side, and then in in a flash, an arm wrapped around the top of my hip and right wrist. It was so sudden i let out a surprised squeak.

"Hello dearie"

One half closed fluorescent green eye shining in the dark room, and I quickly panic to explain myself.

"I am so sorry! this isn't what it looks like, I swear"

"Hehe, I'm quite aware, I knew you were falling, but not that fast. hehe"

"What? oh, that was a bad pun... but if you knew why, didn't you move? Or at least tell me you were awake"

he kept giggling softly, shaking my body as well as his.

"Oh believe me, my dear, it was near impossible to keep up the act, when you look like that, my i might just injure myself laughing"

I took a second to remember how I looked, right hand up in the air, and right foot out of the wooden box, barely keeping me stable was one knee next to undertakers waist, and my left hand in his hair. if it wasn't for his arm around me, I would of fallen over. but the grip he had on my left wrist was unusual I could feel his nails lightly scratch my skin 'wowzah that's a thought' he giggled a little.

"Hehe, my what a face your pulling there"

"Well, could you help me get uh unstuck from this?"

(insert a totally seamless paragraph smoothly going into the smut)

Here I was half naked with my legs on undertakers shoulders he's kneeling down leaning over face near my pussy breathy giggles sending small shocks through me as the breath made me twitch in anticipation the situation becoming indescribable.

"My my look at you dear hehe I could just eat you up. I knew you'd fit in my coffin"

His tongue came out at the end of that sentence and licked my clit, my body thrusted towards him without my brain catching up to actions. his hands opened my thighs, nails digging into my skin, making light cuts at the grip, specks of blood appearing, the sting feeling like fire, my legs edging to close around his head

" Hehe. Come on, don't be shy. I won't bite unless you want me to . Hmm, how about we test it"

With that, he leaned over and harshly bit my inner thigh. His teeth were kinda sharp at the K9s, adding to the pain that was building my pleasure. I let out a soft moan, my hands scratching the wooden box, gripping the plushness underneath me that confirmed his suspicion instantly.

"My, my, you liked that more than I thought interesting"

Pulling my legs further up to get closer, his mouth wonders, his tongue working over the blood lightly licking and his teeth gripping into my flesh, he detaches from making a large hickey laughing.

"Well, would you look at that come on pretty things shouldn't cry hehe those tears preserve your beauty, my dear, oh how those marks suit you"

soon he was back at it again his tongue swirling in me and my moans echo from his coffin he kept on giggling the sensation adding so much pleasure the feeling of his nails reaching across my skin before finding my clit the slow movement making me go wild he was being a complete tease about this. he starts slow speeding up and then leaving, going back to licking my hole that was leaking with arousal, gathering the taste on his lips.

"You taste like the finest sweet my doll. mhh, smell devine as well"

"Please stop teasing me~"

"hehehe, as you wish, my dear"

his teeth touched my clit, and i bucked into his face at the masochistic contact, i felt him smirk at the movment, and he bagan to properly eat my pussy out his nose bumping into the delicious sweet spot, as his tounge delved deeper, his skillful hands moved to my clit, he slowly made circles around it, increasing the speed every so often, still teasing but making me body hover on the edge. I was so close he could feel it. My legs closed around his head, ankles locking as I started to shake rapidly approaching my orgasm but as quickly as it came, he stopped. I whined, and undertaker chuckled, voice lower now.

"Ah doll, if I let you continue, you'd be embarrassed to righ to heaven your phantom friends are here"

My heavy breathing evened out, and I slowly released him from my strong hold. he gently placed my legs down, undertaker stood out of the coffin and passed my clothes that I had on. Before grabbing a biscuit, putting it in my mouth, then grabbing the lid of the coffin, placing it over me. 'wait, what the fuck?' I sighed crunching on the biscuit, taking it as an opportunity to get dressed and fix my hair. I was still shaking from me being so close to cumming, then i closed my eyes. it was quite in the coffin, dark of course, but cool, a really good thing to sleep, in be it a nap or eternity. but coming back to reality, I knocked on the coffin lid, and the undertaker was quick to use his boots to kick it open carefully. The candles that suddenly appeared blinded me for a second. I slowly sat up, shaking a little. All I could hear was the deadpan of ceils voice ringing in the shop. They must have guessed I was here.

"Undertaker, what is the meaning of this? Why do you have one of my allies in one of your coffins?"

"Ahaha Oh, don't worry, little lord, I can assure you they are far from dead if you were thinking so"

".... are you okay your shaking?"

It was my sister who asked me, I was going to respond before undertaker chuckled, putting another dog bone biscuit in my mouth with a pat to the head, offering a hand to help me out which i took, my legs wobbling a little from the loss of blood in them. At this time, I realised Sebastian was giving undertaker a look as well.

"Well, that was quite the luagh hope to see you again soon maybe I'll fit you in your own coffin"

He wiped away a fake tear and bid goodbye from his shop. The other three people looked at me, and I just shook my head with a "I'm not getting into that" look, we all walked out of the shop and carried on with our day but I missed the contact of the strange man.

Okay so I finally finished this jesus christ it took like 3 days to do this but I'll have more on the way for black butler so I'm working on that ASAP anyway sorry if my writing sucks :)

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Copper Howard x reader

fallout has changed my brain chemistry and as a die hard fan from years ago the release of the show has altered somthing within me somthing just snapped when i seen cooper and i don't think i have properly written about the monster fucker inside of me sooo now is the chance for me to save a horse and ride a cowboy :) apologies if my writing sucks

me and my friends just chilling

me; ....so anyway ya know cooper the ghoul in fallout, he has no nose so i cant ride his face

innocent friend; (didnt understand) aw, he cant wear sunglasses

bestie; (fucking done with life) oh my fucking god, the innocence one "he cant where sunglasses" and then there's you going (tch) "dang, i cant ride his face"

tags;

liking the smell of blood (idkf)

mentioned death of course

ghouls how scary (sexy)

fallout as a whole is a warning

sexual tension

ride a cowboy... (so obviously this is 18+)

my innocent friend wanted to read this so there will be a line warning of the NSFW usually i would get right into it but for the sake of their innocence there's a line

you travel with the ghoul of the wild wild wasteland but stay mostly out of the bullshit and gun fights, opting to just be a side piece. after my cryo-pod busted open in my vault, i noticed mine was the only one that worked, and the rest of my colony was long dead. 'damn economy class shit' some must of been awake, but were now skeletons dancing from beyond the glass. once i exited the vault and i was told that a hundred years had pass. i met some weird doctor he gave me some "magical" ailment to heal my beyond mangled arm, the aftermath of a deathclaw attack. the limb in question was barely hanging on by a muscle, when this eccentric man dragged me back to his house? im guessing it was. the strange individual gave me this weird yellow and brown mixture, after talking about some random shit i was going to die of blood loss listing to him, or whatever he put in here. so i might as well take it swallowing it down without a second thought, it was stupid but what choice did i have. i began coughing and throwing up what little food i ate, it tasted disgusting a mix of dirt and bleach my arm healed fully within minuets. but now i found im half ghoul still smooth skin for the most part but my left arm to my collar bone and hand, cheeks, eyes sunken and nose was starting to flake off and wither I had the healing properties but not quite as strong as-

BANG- i jumped out of my skin when rogers brains decorated the bland yellow wall with crimson. 'jesus christ okay then' cooper began to cut open the poor ghoul, ripping out and placing the teeth to the side, which i picked up examining them. 'bone... is always so interesting' i for the most part stayed away from the cannibalism on the surface, but got to admit seeing cooper eat that guy stirred something in me. poor lucy though, she didn't have to see that or to join in.... welp cant change the past now. cooper cut strips of flesh off and lucy cut some chunks of meat, and handed it to me. i placed them into a container that sat in the bottom of my bag. as we started to walk out of the building i hung back carrying some of Roger on my backpack to soak in the sun like the ghoul Infront of me, i stayed behind copper to the left of lucy, keeping guard and making sure there was no attacks or following raiders and scrapers. i looked away for one second hearing somthing fall behind me, it was nothing and i turned back, and seen lucy drink from some fucked up green water. 'uh gross' i slowly tread towards them taking my sweet time drinking some water from my own flask, ready to refill with a rare water filter as i couldn't digest the radiation just yet. vault girl was desperate for water i dont blame her still felt bad for her, but it wasn't my place to intervein she did break the last vials we had on a fucking axolotl mutant as i walked over i only heard the last bit of the low and quite conversation.

"....are you?"

"oh, im you sweetie. just give it a little time"

cooper began to have a coughing fit, and lucy ran off i chased up to the cowboy but he was already up and gone, and as i got there he already had lucy in his lasso 'he's damn good with that rope...god can i shut the fuck up' she was on the floor, and he was over her lucy, then bit off his finger. The awkward amount of blood was a strange colour, and lucy spat out the finger.

"there you are you little killer"

and with that cooper was quick to pick her up one handed doing an eye-for-an-eye cutting off her pointer finger on her left hand just witnessing it made my stomach twist in distaste but also a blush 'yikes- but treat me like that god damn' i walked over and carefully picked up the bitten off finger and placed it into my pocket humming. 'need to get another sewing kit for that' we quickly kept up the walking pace after the situation was over. i was now in front of lucy, dragging her along rather gently, by the rope cooper had attached to her i lead her through the broken chicken wire fencing, but as we got closer to the place i quickly realised what this was going to be. 'man this blows only time i seen another female and a fellow vaultie out here, and were selling her to codsworth. what a great way to make friends'

well its actually where me and cooper met i needed a vial desperately i was twitching, growling and having to manually breath i had a whole stash of caps for the robot and dumbasses co. then he appeared there some dead body in a big duffle bag, some scrapper tried attacking the sharp shooter. cooper seen me and smiled that signature smirk. tossing his last half a vial over to my feet "keeping ya' in check, until robo can sweetheart."

we stopped at the buzzer, and i let lucy out of the rope cutting it neatly with a rusty bread knife. cooper then took his satchel things off and pressed the button for the robotic voice answered. i turned to give a small smile to lucy mouthing a sorry.

"transaction"

"yes?"

"two months of vials exchange one female mint condition..... near mint condition"

"condition grading requires physical evaluation please send her in"

i stood next to the ghoul and nudged him and leaned to whisper quietly.

"seriously coop? its a bit harsh, dont ya think?"

he blatantly ignored me and harshly spoke to lucy instead, gesturing for lucy to go inside with his gun.

"go on"

i scoffed as she was walking into the super duper mart, taking one look back before going for good. i sigh deeply as i sat down on the desert floor wondering if that was really necessary, cooper stood still head tilting down but he looked like he was wobbling a little before collapsing in front of me.

"jesus christ coop!"

i got up and dragged him into some shade at the trading shop wall out of the blaring sun. it seemed like he was half paralyzed, only moving his eyes and breathing making a slight wheezing sound.

"codsworth better make this shit quick, but i do feel bad for her though"

after realising he wasn't gonna be able to speak or move until the yellow stuff came out from that British talking can of bolts, i decided to just fill the silence with my dumb talk.

"sooooo..... what now the head is gone, and we can't get it out of that axolotl and that was a lot of caps too...that sucks.. so did we really have to do that? You know i can afford at least a months worth with my caps..... okay, i know why, but still..... little of topic, but you looked really hot with that lasso... im going to shut up now"

looking away and blushing, i settled on whistling some old song i listened to ages ago. I might have been on a radio. i can't remember 'lay that pistol down, babe. lay that pistol down pistol packing mama lay that pistol down' its catchy.

some ghouls came out of the front of the super duper mart, they looked anywhere between newly turned and almost feral i just nodded at one and they continued 'well shit that totally isnt going to bite us in the ass later' hearing a loud gunshots made me jump out of my skin, and thankfully it stayed inside the building. 2 shots rang out and then silence before another loud shot. 'fuck well those idiots are dead and so is lucy dang she was nice' i sucked in through my teeth and waited for codsworth to get the supplies out, waiting and waiting and soon after lucy came out 'huh wow she's not dead and looking better in that' with her jumpsuit half off, wearing some armour and got a gun holster, she stood over us and dropped down facing cooper before speaking.

"if you dont get theses you turn into one of those? that how it works?"

she stood there looking at us both. i made no attempt to move, just shrugging lucy, then leaned to me, placing some vials in my palm before turning back to Cowboy Man.

"i may end up looking like you, but ill never be like you"

"you were nice but fuck your friend"

"rightfully so, actually im trying thanks"

she turned back with a "you fucking serious glance" i just returned a smile and a wave off she shook her head with a sigh and walking off.

"golden rule mother fucker..."

as she left as i prepped the vial into the asthma pump looking thing and putting it to coopers face in which he quickly breathed it in chocking a little and he slowly sat himself up and hastily taking another one out of my hand before standing up and having another leaning back taking it in fully and speed walking into the building i walked behind him slowly and halting as i looked at the bloody mess made in here 'jesus a massacre happened they killed each other' cooper rummaged through stuff at a table before making a loud slamming noise and glass falling to the floor

"haha! darling look at all of these!"

"Holy hell, that's gonna last us for ages a year maybe... your condition is getting worse..... It's a shame that we need a new supplier now. i kinda liked those guys"

walking over to the table there was dozens of vials enough to suffice for a year if rationed, and i started to pick up the carelessly thrown ones from the ground looking them over before deciding they weren't broken and placing them into my backpack in every pocket i could fill them in. while cooper stuffed his cowboy hat full of handfuls from the case and about while i inspected the bodies i was right about dumbass and co being dead but this one ghoul looked like an ammeter shot her it must of been lucy, non the less i was moving all the bodies to one place and out of the way this would be a great place to rest for the time being and that sofa looked really comfortable wouldn't want the bodies making the place smell horrid although the blood was a nice change the metallic smell almost comforting to me.

"hey coop? maybe we should stay here for the night it'll be far to tiering to get to a town from here and the sun is already setting"

"hm?.. oh yeah sure thing (...)"

hey seemed distracted by a tape but he was quick to throw it away over his shoulder and turning to face me.

"how about we uh celebrate this little victory eh darling?"

he walked over to a fridge opening it, and then grabbing two glass bottles of nuka cola. the rocket shape was part of the brand and an effective market tool, cooper passed me one i held up the glass and a shot rang out as he clipped the cap off of my glass, and doing the same for his own and he sat next to me on the sofa. the fizzy liquid sizzling in my hand.

"thanks, should we cheers?"

cooper smiled smiling facing me and clinking our glasses together and nodding his head.

"cheers"

we linked arms at the elbow 'almost like a couple nope nope stop that' and took a sip from our respective bottles sighing as i got my arm back from him.

"so what now?"

"we'll figure it out"

i leaned back taking another sip of the nuka cola clinking the bottle with my nails as a distraction 'welp its now or never' taking another large sip before leaning over and giving the ghoul a quick peck on the cheeck, and quickly turning away and drinking my embaresment down.

--------------------this is the line stop reading sophie--------------------

"the hell was that?"

"nothing dont worry about it"

"no no darling why did you stop?"

"I ..huh?"

I looked at him now kinda shocked, and dumbfounded, my face heating up more than the radiation

"I'll ask again. Why did ya stop with just that?"

"I m mean it took a lot out of me to just fo that"

"Come on, you think I wouldn't notice how you looked at me, and the hell was that confession earlier you like my lasso skills aye sweetheart? I could show in in more depth"

His hot fingers run along my clothed thigh, slowly tracing patterns up them, edging near but then going back down before he stopped completely I was caught up in his actions

"Hey darl, ya still with me? I need an answer"

"I uhm that would be uh nice"

Cooper places his half drunken nuka cola on the table with a small clink noise, and soon he was on top of me smirking like he dose his knees now between mine as we lay on the sofa moving to the side to lay down, and cooper hanged over me leaning down to kiss my decaying lips, the same rough texture that slotted into his perfectly. as the kiss deepened the more hungry the both of us got, now teeth clashing in the heated kiss trying to fight for dominance, I felt a hot hand run up my side before coming under my shirt the radiation heat was intoxicating, literally. his touch travelled up until it reached my bra. In the wasteland its not smart to take anything off, so he carefully got around the fabric, brining my bra down a letting the soft skin come out. the same hand now playing with them slowly making circle's around my nipples and pinching them. his body pushing closer to finding friction and my hips followed, down into his. the heated kiss broke and we both pant desperately, getting oxygen into our body's. the downsides to being a ghoul was of course the radiation, but also the loss of touch, the skin was so much different leathery and stuck in the position it decided to wrinkle to. I couldn't feel my hand or arm that well, so who knows how deprived cooper was he acted feral if it wasn't for the fact he had like 5 vials I would assume he was.

"How about we switch us darling. let you ride the cowboy you so desperately want"

He got off of me and stood up, taking his coat off. I sat up quickly and he laid down on the scratched up sofa, motioning for me to get on top I could see now just how hard he was straining against the fabric of his trousers, my mouth went dry and I was quick to get on top of him, before he stopped me with a calm tine and that stupid sexy smirk.

"Ah no take those of first"

He nodded his head to the bottom half of me, so I did just that a little to fast, my pussy was begging for this, and I couldn't stop to think as I took of my trousers, leaving my underwear on for some dignity. and then I got onto my legs on either side of his waist I felt him thrust his hip slightly up and it caught me off balance a squeak coming from my lips as i gripped the side to keep me upright, he chuckled knowing full well he did that, and he continued rocking my body forward I agve up trying to stay up and caught his lips again this time slower, more coordinated melting into each other. his hands coming back up to play with my chest moaning into the kiss, the slow movements almost driving me insane I broke from the kiss and rocked my hips across his clothed erection

GET CUCKED BECUSE I LOST MOTIVATION

Honestly though I was trying for weeks to write this properly and well I hate the second bit I had no direction to go in and welp also I want to start writing for black butler since the season came out and well I live fallout but yeah again lost all inspiration for it sorry but I hope it was some what good sorry if my writing sucks :)

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mychael and reader

i love mushroom oasis the vibe as a whole and the aesthetic i love it so much. and of course the mushroom boy mychael himself, and day 2 got my thinking about things, so i think i got the character right maybe and this is probably my shortest fic but the most wholesome a little context is that my version of the mc is that the reason they don't go outside much is hay fever and they miss doing stuff becuse their parents didn't let them out much so when they go out with mycheal in day two the get a new excitement to being outside.

tags:

taking a hay fever tablet/pill

the fluffiest fluff you could ever imagine

obviously this game is 16+ i believe so if your not that age tf you doing here

but this is so safe a baby could read it but don't becuse swears ig

the sun bleared onto my face my eyes slowly twitch and i stretched my limbs my hand knocking into skin and somthing fell on my face lightly and my eyes flutter open a tiny bit obscured by green and blue thing on my face.

"ah, sorry firefly i didn't mean to drop that on you"

"mh its okay i'm sorry for falling asleep and... on your lap it seems"

mycheal picked up the thing that landed on my face and i slowly sat up, yawning while rubbing my eyes to rid the tiredness. i looked towards mychael he was making a flower chain using the forget me not's, it looked pretty the blue was a lovely colour. he finished the last part of it and placed it on my head it fit quite nicely and was right above my ears resting.

"aw thank you mych"

i brightly smiled at him before i stood up and stretched with a satisfying click in my back and shoulder yawning briefly.

"by the way how long was i out for?"

mychael looked up at the sky and hummed, figuring out how much the sun moved.

"about an hour firefly"

"huh okay, best nap I've ever had"

i looked around i miss being outside, as i kid my parents never really let me out and i had the urge to climb a tree. 'ah that one looks easy enough' running over to the stump of the tree, i skipped onto the lowest bit that stuck out it was close to the ground using it to reach a big branch that was sturdy and i hoisted myself up, using the tree trunk as a foot hold doing so i got up to where my elbows were parallel to the branch but my foot slipped and chipped some bark of causing my balance to faulter and my arms wrapped around the branch to stop myself from falling off. 'shit' my feet dangled and i struggled to get them back on the tree trunk as i wasn't very strong.

"firefly what are you doing? ah! let me help you get down"

i felt hands on my waist and i stopped kicking my legs he was trying to pull me down but i used that to get up into the tree, i now sat on it crossed legged

"thank you!"

"what are you doing firefly?"

"tree"

"i can see that but why?"

mychael tilted his head confused, which soon turned to worry as i stood up on the branch and held my arms out to keep my balance, while mychael was panicking beneath me. i just laughed and sat on the branch near the tip. my legs locked over, it wobbled a little as i hung backwards over the edge. i was upside down so my shirt fell a little and the crown slipped off 'damn i was hoping that stayed on' i was now face to face with mychael my hand went out to boop him on the nose.

"hiya, boop!"

"firefly you need to get down, you could get hurt"

his voice clearly had worry in it but at that i started to swing my body and tried flipping forward onto my feat, but ended on my back. luckily the ground wasn't too far away and i landed in the flowers and grass a little winded but okay 'ow fuck that hurt'

"firefly! are you okay that was quite a harsh landing, i told you to be carful. you've winded yourself"

i laid there for a second and mychael was quick to my side and helped me sit up slowly with, a careful hand on my lower back and arm. i just softly giggled.

"well that was fun."

"that was dangerous not fun, hey! take it easy firefly"

"blah come on, ive missed the outdoors let me have some fun, oh by the way is there a river near by? this weather is boiling"

"okay then.... yeah lets go i need a drink, but a are you sure your okay i know that fall wasn't high but still"

i didnt have time to respond becuse i sneezed and my eyes were getting itchy from the grass and pollen 'ah damn hay fever' reaching over to where the flower crown landed and i put it on mychael's head although a little crooked.

"i made this for you, why are you giving it to me?"

"oh im allergic to pollen and my eyes are getting bad. anyway! where is this river you said there was, lets go"

"wait your allergic? isnt that a bad thing?"

"yeah ill talk about it on the way"

he nodded and mychael lead me to a path to the right of where we were, slowly walking to he river. i told him what hay fever was.

"so basically I'm allergic to grass and pollen, and many people have that and its called hay fever. it can causes various things like a runny nose, red or itchy or swollen eyes, coughing and sneezing, so its like a cold but for like half of the year."

"that sounds awful...."

"yeah but luckily i dont have it that bad compared to others, like i just sneeze and get itchy eyes which hopefully will be solved by some fresh water and one of my tablets"

i always kept a packet of tablets on my person just in case, and luckily i didnt forget to have them with me when i left the house to find my cat, and they were quite secure in my slim pocket.

"tablet? that's a type of medicine right?"

"yep, very useful in this day and age for anyone really"

continuing to walk with the living mushroom towards a water source to hopefully keep down the uncomfortable allergy and maybe have some fun in the river, like throwing stones or somthing 'oh that sounds fun ill do that' soon i could hear the water, and mychael moved a bush out of the way.

"okay firefly, we're here"

"nice. this should help a lot haha"

walking over to the water i sat down and popped open the packet putting one in my mouth, and then swiftly cupped my hands and drank the water to get it down me, i swallowed it to get rid of any thoughts, as it was hard for me to take pills. afterwards i stood up and walked along the rivers edge slowly, coming up to a big boulder to sit on. it was partly in the water it made a nice effect in the flowing liquid and i was feeling better by the second.

"that should do it, and maybe I'll climb another tree"

"absoulutly not"

mychael gave a small sigh from behind me, not opting to sit on the large rock but instead sat besides it, near the side of the river. and i laid back taking in the pretty blue sky with minimal clouds. taking a deep breath in 'I'm gonna need more of those during the summer.... he might not like it but i rather not feel dead'

"hey.... mychael i'm running out of the tablets ill need them if im going to live with you out here"

"you want to live with me?"

"yes absolutely! i wouldn't have to pay taxes, and well society sucks"

"that's great! but what are taxes?"

"don't worry about it, but i need those pills other wise i might be really sick forever, becuse of the pollen and like its April now and only going to get worse over the summer"

"we can go get them now?"

"if you help me get some stuff from my house, as well as getting those pills, and i know you might not want me to leave- wait for real?"

i stood up quickly and stood over in shock as i held out a hand for mychael which he accepted standing up as well.

"are you sure i was thinking you'd get possessive and worry i wouldn't come back in like an hour"

"what? that's dumb you need that medicine, so why wouldn't i let you get them?"

"oh right..... god why did i think that? that was dumb! anyway we should get my meds"

i laughed at my overthinking brain and mychael joined in. and started walking in a direction and i quickly followed happily 'living in the forest sounds like the best thing ever'.

okay so i dont know how to end this one so there we go im so happy i finally got this out of my head its been stuck there for ages and now its out also thanks you to my friend who gave me motivation to finish this for them as a token and introduction into tumbler.

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doppelgänger Francis x reader

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]

extra note: brownie points if people spotted the heathers reference

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Drunk Alastor x (fem reader)

oof here we go second fanfic ever, i loved the support i got from the first one and honestly i was confused and inspired (sorry if my writing sucks :] but im taking advice and using ,'s also this took me a week to write lol) also its a little head cannon of mine but i feel like Alastor would actually really like Shakespeare idfk

tags;

nsfw

angst with comfort

description of a panic attack (writing from experience oop)

sub Alastor soft dom reader (be gentle he's sensitive lmao)

drinking ikik shock horror

some biting and hickeys mentioned

blowing off steam i guess

might be ooc becuse I've never written (anything) Alastor before

more tags to cum :P

i hate to say it but mimzy was right, put on some jazz and pour some rye and alastor becomes a kitten, so i did just that. when husk left he was my only cover from mimzy so i was stuck with her. all she talked about was either alastor and her "amazing dancing skills" 'yeah right, yesh talk about self centred' it was so obvious she liked alastor more than a friend but t did apreaciate the tips even if she didnt know we were a thing, the whole loan shark situation clearly was the last straw for alastor especially after lucifers whole uh well "fight", he claimed to have to let off some steam with the loan sharks but i could see right through him, although i secretly cheered when alastor told mimzy to leave the hotel the irritation was clear on alastors face his smile seeming off and so with my newly learned information to use i turn to husk he seemed shaken as well.

"yo husk you wouldn't happen to have a full bottle of rye?"

he looked at me one eyebrow raised and turned around to a locked box with a padlock and everything from under the counter 'the fuck'.

"i know you and al are uh whatever the fuck you are but j-just don't tell him i gave this to you because well hell probably make me pay in some way"

"oh, okay then no problem i wont say a thing"

Husk handed me the bottle 'oh shit okay then he really loves ....' i turn the bottle to read the label, it said straight whiskey 'ah that makes so much sense, okay' i slowly nod at husk as he opened two more bottles 'oh shit that bad okay then' i gave him an awkward salute and walked off the bottle in hand, i headed to my room to grab a blanket and my speaker thing to play jazz/electro swing from my playlist with some of my favourites on there, after todays events i knew that he would need a drink and i wanted to save husk some trouble and ya know spend time with al. so i got to work setting up i had the only spare key to his private study and i thought that the swampy area would look nice, i brought a black and red plaid picnic blanket from my room to put on the ground using random rocks to keep the corners in place i found a short stool it was wooden and looked right at home in this room the deer accents on the legs added a nice touch i used that to place a candle, it said it was "black cherry" on the label 'that name isn't really fitting the candle its red, but it certainty dose smell like cherries' i placed it onto the wooden surface i stood up and walked towards the wooden side of the room looking back at my small display and smiled 'not as shit as i thought it would look, improvement !' i looked around the room and found some glasses they were cool looking 'oooo fancy' i set onto the stool along with the untouched bottle of rye, i connected the speaker to my phone Alastor disliked the fact i had it to begin with but accepted it as a safety measure if i ever needed it which he made sure i didn't, anyway the devices connected and the first song posing started to play i nodded my head along before i left the room i made sure to light the candle 'okay now to find the unusually grumpy deer' i exit his study and locked the door behind me, the rest of the staff and residents were off in their rooms or busy with somthing, it was quite late now. i heard the click of the lock and pocketed the key and off to search for the strawberry man, it didn't take me long to hear the static and loud screeches coming from the lobby i was now hurried in my steps i approached the sound of Alastor and seen him leaning over the bar half demon mode towering over husk his antlers protruding from his head and the green symbols slowly floating around him, no doubt dials in his eyes.

"husk for your own soul,where is it!?"

"i told you b-boss its not here"

'oh shit oh shit oh fuck, okay i fucked up' i seen husk slightly trembling ears pulled back, wings tucked behind him and our eyes meet he asked for help silently, i half ran and half jogged towards Alastor, i gently tugged at his coat getting a large radio feedback screech jumping a little at the sound, before he turned around around with an audible snap to see me and i reacted by rushing out my words.

"hey! al i know you hate being touched but i didn't know how to get your attention safely but that's not important right now! come with me"

i spoke rapidly briefly confusing the deer he froze. antlers going back to normal shape and size before i kinda dragged him out of the lobby towards his study by the tail of his coat giving husk a last look of apology, i felt a light tug at my wrist and i let him go immediately and i held my head down in slight embarrassment as we walked down a hallway.

"although i don't completely despise the touch from you my dear, but-"

"no no its okay sorry i know i pushed a boundary. just didn't know how else i was suppose to calm the situation and uh i have the rye Mimzy said you liked it so i asked husk for some that's why he uhh didn't have it...."

i seen his eye twitch momentarily as we walked. the silence was deafening low sound of static emitting from him echoing in the hallway eerily, but as we got closer to his study his ears fluttered up at the muffled soft sound of jazz that was coming from the room, his slightly strained smile fell into a smirk his whole face softening, he snapped his fingers to open his study greeted by the set picnic blanket and the sent of the candle wafted in the air masking the dead venison that was all around in this room with cherries instead.

"i know its not a lot but i thought it would help with the shitty day you've had, well i don't even know what to call the thing you got with lucifer.... b-but that's besides the point i just thought i would keep you company if you need too vent or just relax"

"thank you my dear, i appreciate the gesture"

his smile was soft as he walked over to the blanket and sat down i slowly trailed behind him, he took of his coat and folded in onto the stool his dress shirt looking a little dishevelled as he unclipped his bowtie resting it on top 'oh thank fuck i was scared he would be mad or kill husk, welp he isn't so ill take that as a win' i sat next to Alastor and he opened the whisky and poured us both a glass, his glass had more in it 'i guess he dose need this' Alastor sighed and took a large sip leaning back onto his elbows landing just at the end of the blanket i took a swig of my glass feeling the strong liquor on my tongue my eyes squinted at the taste.

"hey.....do you want to talk about it?"

the silence was now more comforting now the white noise of Alastor's static taking a soft spot within the wordless jazz songs, i still held my glass and decided to quickly down it i felt like i needed it for this conversation, it is liquid courage after all. he obviously felt the same taking a sip before answering.

"i didn't want to send Mimzy away.... we were in the same circles when alive... she's a dear friend of mine! but the danger she carries with her often causes trouble due to her very nature"

his ears pinned back to his head his smile straining ever so slightly his eyes showing his true emotion as he carried his rant i listened intently as he's now sitting up.

"and-and i just loath this feeling of being so controlled i was.... sad? to make her go but they made me! i feel that I've betrayed her my dear"

his head rested in his hands covering the sides his face, body hunched over suddenly his eyes scrunched closed in pain? 'wait pain!?' hands moving to his throat wrapping around like he was choking laboured breathing could be heard, his slight shivers running throughout his body, ears twitching, opening his eyes focused on the grass in front him the body movements seizing up smile ever present 'oh fuck uuhhh i need to do somthing' my voice slightly wavers as i softly spoke to not scare him.

"hey hey hey al its gonna be okay hey....'

i knelt to face him slowly putting my hands in front of were his eyes were focusing on the floor as to not scare him, the grip around his head and neck loosened and he removed his hands to place them gently in mine, they were shaking so i closed my hands around his softly. i looked towards his face his eyes were shut closed to try too banish the tears smile still present but barely holding emotion i knew he hated to show weakness so this was a very rare occurrence but the distress was clear. he moved my hands to his face i let him guide me so he could be in control, he reviled in the soft contact calming himself down, his breathing evened out and i felt heat leave his face and his body relaxed as he leaned back onto the blanket pulling me with him and i lay next to his form.

"heyyy al i know this is.... difficult but ill always be here. okay? ill always be here for you no matter what"

"t thank you...."

no words were said from there as we both had another glass clinking them before downing it each laying down again, i softly rub my thumb against his palm to be comforting 'im not good at this shit'. i sigh and i let go and reached out to refill my drink again i lifted it to my lips the smooth jazz ended and the next song on was "eat you by carnival of thieves" and i only had a sip of my fourth drink before i was on my feet 'when did he get up!' i placed the glass down on the stool.

"come on my dear lets dance!"

"are you sure?"

"why wouldn't i be?"

i looked to his face he seemed happier now 'ah alright then, glad he got that out' i linked hands with Alastor he pulled me into him almost crashing into his chest. i looked up to see in his eyes now looking at me with soft passion as we danced along the grassy area of the room, my feet not as accustomed to dancing as my steps were out of rhythm to the surprising fast pace of the song, Alastor just laughed in response and he carefully moved in step to guide me, hips swaying to the sound. our feet now moving in sync to the beat of the song, he looked happy as he started to sing to the song joining in staggering my steps and signing along to the chorus.

"i go hungry every night~ ,but not this time around~~.... I'm gonna eat you, your my desire~"

"im gonna sharpen all my teeth and build a fire~"

"im gonna eat you~ ,cook and defeat you~ ,gonna breath you in my lungs and make you mine~"

his hands loosened in mine as we gently moved across the grass together letting all the stress of the day be released in the playful dancing. Alastor spun me around with a fancy flourish carefully so his face could rest in my neck, as the slower verse played we began to slowly sway back and forth i accidentally stepped on his foot from the odd angle

"oh shit sorry"

"haha don't worry my dear it was an accident"

"okay still sorry though"

" l'amour ne regarde pas avec les yeux mais avec l'esprit, donc Cupidon ailé est peint en aveugle" (love does not look with the eyes but with the mind, so winged Cupid is painted blind)

"such a charmer as always my love"

once the song ended we continued to dance together for many more enjoying the time we had, until i tripped on a rock falling backwards Alastor caught me with one hand on the small of my back other one still in my hand he made it look like this was practiced and i wasn't a dumbass 'wow maybe I've to much to drink already' i was pulled back onto both feet before being lead to sit down.

"maybe that's enough for now my dear wouldn't want you falling for me again, the run of true smooth never love course. wait no that's not right"

i rolled my eyes as we laid together yet again having another drink each Alastor having two, i was feeling giddy from the whiskey and so was he showing his more comfortable loving side that was a rare sight, his hands resting on my hip tracing circles not that he doesn't do all of this already but he was letting me do the same guiding my hands to his side to mimic his movements tracing patterns as we just talked together enjoying the company but the funny thing is that Alastor is a lightweight when it comes to drinking so its not even after the 5th round he is slurring his words around.

"these mortals be fools lord what!"

"uh huh?"

"in shine ink my may black still bright love"

"al what are you talking about?"

we laughed and talked some more but Alastor rolled my body to lay upon his, maybe it was the drinks were getting to both our heads but Alastor face was slightly red and i was feeling a little hot under the collar myself, sighing adjusting my position on top of Alastor i moved down to feel somthing against my thigh 'oh what the hell?- OH' my eyes snapped back up to meet his gaze that was looking away ears pointed flat against his head face competing for his hair shade.

"oh shit i uh i can get off?"

only response i got was a tight grip at my hips when i was about to get off, i felt claws lightly scratching at the skin holding me in place my face getting red 'oh shit okay then' and a low static emitting from his chest it was similar to a purr 'heh like a cat cute', i attempt to sit up only to have a harsh grip on my hips, i lightly tapped his hand so i could do that i sat up my thighs on either sides of his form feeling his excitement more prominent against my thigh 'i did not think that's how this would go' i slowly move against him grinding my hips in a slow rhythm looking at his face for conformation his eyes darted away ears still back but he didn't look upset in the slightest.

"you okay?"

i leaned down softly kissing his lips his pressed hard into mine savouring every moment 'he was touch starved has to be' moving my hand down to unbutton my shirt once down i sat back up to slide it off my body before i unbutton Alastor's dress shirt looking to his face for confirming it was okay which he gave a nod still grinding in my body i moved harsher and then i heard it. i halted myself completely 'holy shit this man whimpers' wide eyed he stared at my face i started to move again eliciting another breathy gasp and whimper. i reached down between our bodies to undo his belt with little effort and let his arousal out, the heat from it was intoxicating, as the precum smearing on my thigh my hand wrapped around it surprisingly big, plenty to fill me 'Jesus fuck he looks amazing' Alastor whimpers a little as i slowly pumped his length more low and quite sounds spilling from his lips i leaned down hands either side of his face to keep myself balanced his tongue asked for entry and i allowed it as i swallowed every sound he made i was getting out of breath and pulled away from the passionate kiss my body still moving against Alastor. his hands claw at my hips silently begging asking me to speed up, i lightly grasp at his wrists with both hands before i gripped them and pinned his hands either side of his head, ears perked up the look of shock and "fuck, do i find this hot?" in his face was worth dying for as i continued the teasing slow pace against his length he could easily stop me. he was powerful enough to, but he didn't, he let me take the lead and overpower him. i increased my speed feeling his ever heightening arousal he was quite vocal I'm guessing it was the alcohol because he doesn't tend to be like this the endless gasps filling the room 'holy fuck who would of thought that the great radio demon would want to be under me' i suddenly heard a low growl from his lips.

"stop teasing me dear"

"okay i will"

i moved my shorts and underwear to the side and lowered myself onto Alastor both of us crying out in pleasure as i fully went down, i didn't move 'fuck this feels so good fuck' i stayed still letting us both get comfortable again looking to him for a nod, in which he provided biting his lip. i slowly moved up and down along his length eliciting gasps from both parties. i had only moved so much before Alastor thrusted desperately into me needing the release i matched his pace quickly approaching my climax as i felt his cock twitch inside of me, the slick that pooled between my legs serving more than enough to glide it constant praise falling from my lips the demon under me turning into putty, a string of i love yous and gasps mixed with moans the outside world oblivious to us. i felt my body shake as i was close to cuming my thighs shudder as i hit my high, body slumping forward to kiss his lips. Alastor kept thrusting up into me he growled and snarled as he back arched and teeth sank into my collar bone, cock twitching as he came into me we both laid there in each others embrace finding comfort in one other as he lapped at the bite wound in apology. i phased in and out of sleep listing to his heartbeat 'I'm surprised he even has one' i felt him sit up keeping my body pressed to his.

"eh bien, c'était du sexe splendide, ma chérie"

Alastor took his cock out of me pushing it back into his boxers before he picked me up and walked us towards the wooden area of the room and opened a door into his actual bedroom laying us both down on his bed peacefully sleeping in the warmth of our bodies.

sorry if the ending seemed rushed i am completing this before i need to be up in like an hour and this has been driving me mental for a week sorry if my writing sucks :]

[sempsimps]

lucifer x (fem)overlord reader

uhm so I've never posted anything like this before and tbh idk how its gonna go but the brain rot is too real and i need this out also i should stop writing in class oop- punctuation? never heard of her (sorry if my writing sucks :] )

tags;

NSFW

public

eating out / fingering

bites / small cuts

sexual tension obviously

just a small amount of bondage but its mild

edging if you squint

possessive if you squint (well its pretty clear)

Alastor is kinda a cock block sorry not sorry

it was the week after the extermination and i had been called to a meeting by carmilla and when she sets it we all know that its serious so i had to go and no doubt it was about the most recent events

"i don't want you to go"

ah the authority in his voice would be threatening if he wasn't my husband being the 'the big boss of hell' or whatever silly thing he likes to say but i just smiled and absentmindedly passed him off putting my purse into my skirt pocket if i was looking at him i would of seen the look of mischief in his eyes

"i don't want you to go my love, l-love?"

"uh huh..."

i wasn't paying attention to him as he did the same thing every meeting and so next thing i know i felt his claws on my shirt pulling me down to be face to face

"are you even listing!?"

i smile as i calmly raised my self back up and fixed my shirt

"yes I'm listing to you but we both know i have a reputation to uphold and Carmilla herself asked me to this so its obviously quite important"

i calmly say lucifer wasn't allowed at the meetings as he was the king and had little business in the overlord affairs and i always told him what happens anyway but he was being over protective since he learned Alastor was at these meeting but the devil looked quite disheartened at my comment which made me hurt inside but his smug smile appeared right after it

"I'm coming with you"

"luci you can-"

"they wont even know I'm there"

i looked at him sceptically but shrugged it off as he would do as he pleased oh what a showy dick he was i sighed but i walked out of the mansion before teleporting in front of the elevator up to the meeting i immediately seen Rosie and curtly bowed to her which she responded to in the same manner we both smiled and walked in together i sat to her right at the end of the table my chest right at the table as i preferred to have my arms on the surface soon i seen Alastor walk in and we waved at each other in respect and soon the meeting had started i looked around Carmilla at the head of the table talking of the recent extermination Zestial next her as well as her daughters i didn't know the overlords across of me but they seemed.... nice Velvet at the other head to my right she must be here instead of Vox because of the media fight that happened ha classic Vox always a sore loser and Rosie to my left and Alastor to hers i always admired their bond the meeting droned on for a while becoming background noise my mind wandered to my angel and thinking about what he meant no longer did i have to think as i felt a claw end gently tap my knee i leaned back slightly to see my daring husbands hand at my knee i raised my eyebrow at it face not showing much emotion 'the fuck....so that's what he meant be being here with me and not being seen too ooohh i get it aw cute'

"--- are you okay?"

"mh yeah I'm fine sorry Carmilla continue sorry"

i moved myself back to where i was feeling rather embarrassed now but not because i got called out like that even though that was awful but its the fact i now feel lucifer's hands tease me from under my skirt it was long enough as it reached my shins but it also made pretty good cover for lucifer to roam and tease with his hands i thought his intention was quite cute 'cant go one hour without me I'm flattered but seriously now? here!?' his claws lightly brush against my skin the edge grazing across my thigh leaving a feeling like a paper cut i felt his feather light touches moving closer to my core i reached down with my hand under the table to lightly move his hand away in response i had a light nip at my leg my eyes widen in slight shock at this i knew the king was quite risky when it came to this but this was a little far...... but I'm not completely complaining too much i felt his head push between my legs and i just did the same thing reaching to his face and pushing him away lightly to stop him but i felt his smile as a light kiss was placed to my skin i thought nothing of it and placed both my hands in my lap but that was a mistake i felt a light pressure on my wrists i looked down to see a golden glint around both of my wrists 'that handsome prick' i couldn't believe he would abuse his magic in this way but oh well i guess im in too deep now i felt his sly smile on me and he teased me with his tongue now licking some parts and lapping at others i could only bawl my hands trying to act normal in the meeting 'of fuck has anyone noticed this' i glanced around no one cared at all all to busy doing there own thing or listening to Carmilla, lucifer continued the secrete attack and i let him opening my thighs over so slightly and i held in a squeak of surprise when i felt the end of his claw gently move the fabric of my underwear to the side so he could move his fingers inside of me my breathing got quite heavy and my pupils dilatating as i zone out of my vision and focusing on not making a sound in front of my collages or "friends" lucifer's fingers teased my entrance only lightly slipping in to test me his other hand rubbing circle's on my skin while his head rested comfortably on my thigh enjoying the torment i was in i was so out of trying not to make a noise that when his movements twitched and halted i was back into reality and i quickly knew why as i moved my eyes over to Alastor his gaze lingered down for a split second before he spoke in that stupid radio sound

"--- my dear you all there? you seem distracted"

his voice carried a sinister lint to it sending an uncomfortable chill down my spine

"uh y yeah im alright"

carmilla looked at me and i bowed my head in apology

"sorry"

'fuck did he notice what was going on shit fuck fuck-' i was brought out of my panic nearly jumping out of my skin when i felt a particular harsh bite to my upper thigh clenching fists from the pain my eyes going blurry as i try not making any noise lucifer's possessiveness was showing through and i could feel the slow trickle of blood form from the bite lucifer eagerly lapping it up as an apology 'prick there was no cause' i understood the rivalry but my thoughts were directed to another 180 as i felt his fingers penetrate me slowly before ramping up the speed of them being cautious of the sharp ends but as i was starting to feel pleasure they left but soon replaced with his hot breath and forked tongue doing wonders the small licks driving me insane my legs slightly shaking at the contact he was relentless in eating me for all that i had i finally slipped up letting out a small quite strained sigh i felt lucifer's smile from between my legs 'that sweet sly smug fucker aaaa!' the slightest touch he gave to my clit made my thighs close around his face in shock but he just softly opened them again at this rate i wouldn't last i gave another glance around the room and seen Alastors eyes snap away from me his ear hair thingy twitching 'oh fuck he knows' i didn't have time to think as lucifer's relentless tongue kept at my body i was getting closer and closer to the edge his skilful hands tracing patterns along the bites he placed on my skin edging closer to my core coaxing my body to release my nails digging into my palms i was so close to finishing but everything stopped i freeze at Carmilla's voice

"this meeting is over thank you all for coming to listen to this matter we will meet again next week to discuse the same topic hope to see you all there"

my saviour i really didn't want to cum here of all places 'thank fuck holy shit too many close calls' just as i was about to stand up i felt how shaky my legs were all of the other overlords had already left leaving me behind with-

"my dear are you alright? let me assist you it seems your having trouble"

oh that stupid voice again filled with smugness Alastor wrapped his hand around my arm assisting me with walking out of the room

"oh Alastor you don't have to im fine really-"

"oh nonsense and i insist"

his voice got sinister quickly as he led me out of the room i held in a groan i was so close to finishing that it hurt to move so i excepted my fate as he walked us to an elevator but then my stomach dropped lucifer always waited outside for me and his not so friendly rival was basically hand in hand with me 'oh shit' the elevator moved down and i seen my husband waiting i attempted to loosen Alstors grasp but he held firm and the see through door opened to look at a more than pissed of king looking at Alastor with a death glare

"hello my love how was the meeting"

lucifer was acting as if he wasn't there he was talking through his clenched teeth still looking at Alastor as he asked the radio man let go of my arm and i awkwardly walked over to my husband and as i did i could hear him snarl lowly his hand wrapping around my waist

"cant keep your hands to yourself deer?"

"cant keep your nose out of someone's business? wouldn't want your own trick to backfire"

and with that i grabbed a hold of lucifer teleporting us back to our room before he started somthing on the street...again

i didn't really know how to end that but i hope it was okay this is my first ever fanfic that I've properly written so sorry if it sucks idfk

-semp