#((which makes her stick out like a sore thumb against the rest of the mansion! one of the things that i really like about the mansion))

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/708559243729649664/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

Randall felt his stomach flip over when he saw just how wide her eyes were, denoting the anxiety chewing her up inside, nagging her, making her worry for the safety of her career, which seemed right on the cusp of blossoming...it made him desperately want to reach out and take her hand in his, to gently pat it in an effort to comfort her, the way he’d seen some wealthy patrons do so to their wives...

…but he resisted that urge (certain his cold, bony hands would do nothing to put her at ease), instead offering her what he hoped was a soothing smile as he said, “D-Don’t worry, Emily, i-it’ll be alright...I have a very good feeling about your auspicious debut-I have a feeling that, as soon as you step out onto that stage and make your grand debut as Elissa...La Constance is going to be the furthest thing from everyone’s minds.”

Emily was a shoe-in for the role: The role called for regality, yes, confidence, yes, but it also called for more than that. It called for a variety of emotions beyond that-longing, pensiveness, determination, passion...all emotions La Constance couldn’t muster for the life of her. She was convinced that just strutting around in her regal finery, trilling over the lines she hardly bothered to learn qualified as performing, and although she coasted just fine on this ability, it was time for someone new. It was time for someone who could truly bring the Queen to life...and that person was Emily. And he knew in his heart of hearts that, as soon as the audience heard and saw her for the first time, they would forget all about La Constance, and would be singing her praises as soon as the curtains drew to a close.

[thegrimgrinningorganist-archives]

"She bites doesn't she?"

Experiment name: Experiment 32.00.12

Name: Drac

Fur color: Black,grey,light black

Age: 500-Can age but her fur or skin never age

Species: Alien/Experiment

Eye color: Red

Height: 9'ft (a bit taller than her brother Evile)

Weight: UNKNOWNA

Gender: Female

Form: Like Evile but her form has one head,7 arms, vampire fangs, bat wings, bat ears, sharp claws

Goal: Drac can asborb any ABILITY that any experiment has and uses their own ability against them or use the ability she stole against her enemies

Ability: Can shapeshift into a Stitch-like vampire bat at night,can see in the dark,steal abilities from other experiments making them weak,rock proof, acid proof, can stick to anything,can fly in the dark/fly across the water, electric proof, bullet proof, acid proof

Friend(s): Stitch,Angel,Lilio,Hammer head

Foe(s): Leroy,and some others

Brother(s): Evile-Experiment 627

Sister(s): None

Favorite shopping store(s): Hot Topic, Spencers

Favorite music band(s): The Birthday Massacre,Creature Feature, Voltaire, Johnny Hollow,Combichrist, Lady GaGa, Evanescence, Linkin Park, Skillet, Ashbury Heights, Breaking Benjamin, Noisuf-X, MUSE, Drowning Pool, Blutengel, AND ONE, My Chemical Romance, Wolf Gang, Skrillex, Metric

Favorite Disney ride(s): The Haunted Mansion,Tower of Terror

Other abilitie(s): UNKNOWN

Relationship(s): None

Backstory:

Drac-Experent 32.00.12 is a VERY special experiment she's different from the rest of the experiments she is a vampire experiment that can steal other experiments abilities which was witness after she got in a fight with her brother Evile (Experiment 627) taking his ability and using them against him but then he knock her out getting them back from her.

But Drac had enough being locked a glass cage that she called she got herself out... Taking a ship... And heading to Earth. When arriving to Earth she crashes into a mountain.

Since having no choice she flew into town where she ran into Stitch and Lilio.

Appearnce:

Like her brother Evile but she's all black but a bit taller. She sticks out like a sore thumb.

[buns-with-a-book]

Into the Spardaverse 1 - First Meeting

The first of seven chapters for Into the Spardaverse, where we end up in Limbo City and wish we hadn’t. This takes place after the events of the main game and Vergil’s DLC in said game. 

Fandom: Devil May Cry, DmC (Devil may Cry) Characters: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, OC (what a party). Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @harlot-of-oblivion @synchronmurmurs @queenmuzz

Summary: When a portal suddenly opens to another world, Dante, Vergil, and Cassandra are sucked into the world of Limbo City. Separated, they work to reunite, despite the circumstances.

“Come on Dante, let’s clean up this rabble!” Cassandra cried, hand resting on Dante’s shoulder. A playful grin was on her face, staring down the Lusachia demons that were shaking before her. Vergil hummed thoughtfully, ice blue eyes flickering around the battlefield. They were cleaning up some demons in an abandoned warehouse, light streaming in from the broken windows. The Lusachia demons had been causing havoc around the area so they had been called to deal with the demons before they caused more problems. Cassandra glanced at Vergil and Dante followed her gaze. 

“Something’s off.” The elder son of Sparda murmured. 

“What is it, Verge?” Dante asked, rolling his shoulder. Cassandra let go of him, Astra glimmering in her hand. The Lusachia demons let out a roar, a rush of arcane power filling the area. Cassandra looked down.

“RUN!” She yelled, a moment too late. At their feet, a portal yawned open. Cassandra, mid-step, fell into the yawning portal. Vergil unsheathed Yamato, intending to slice the demons where they stood. Dante sprinted forward, only to fall into the very portal they had opened up. He twisted his body, reaching out to his brother before the darkness of the portal overwhelmed his senses. 

“Verge! Cass!” His voice seemed to echo around him as he fell. He heard screaming, the death of the Lusachia demons, before his head hit something hard.

“Shit…” The devil hunter groaned, holding his head. It wasn’t hard enough to knock him out but it was hard enough to still hurt like a bitch. He slowly sat up, looking around. Instead of the warehouse, he was in an alleyway. Well, it certainly wasn’t Red Grave City. The sky looked too...green for that. 

Wait. Green? 

He sat up, quickly getting on his feet. Leaning against the brick wall, he moved to the end of the alleyway to peer around the corner. The sidewalk- no, the entire city -was lifeless. It was almost as if it was abandoned, it’s inhabitants having long fled. Well, it didn’t help that the city was in one hell of a state. For one thing, it stunk like blood and shit, the telltale sign of demonic activity. There was a hint of something else, something he couldn’t quite place. The closest he could think of was sulfur, but worse. 

“So...nobody around here, huh?” He hummed. “Kinda wish I got placed somewhere more...lively.” Not that he had a choice in the matter, portals were weird. Vergil explained it once, something about the Underworld and the Human World not being a one-to-one mirror, some more metaphysics, and something about things being more approximate than specific.  

But then again, it wasn’t Yamato that dragged them here. And even then, they would all still be together. So that made him wonder...what power did the Lusachia demons invoke to make that portal? And where were they? The demonic energy seemed to blanket the place, he couldn’t sense his brother nor Cassandra. Cassandra would stick out like a sore thumb, always followed by a herbal scent. 

Oh no. 

Oh no.

The thought of his adopted sister in danger was what sent him running. Pulling upon Cavaliere, he hopped on the demonic motorcycle and raced down the empty streets. As much as he knew Cassandra could hold her own, they were in a strange-ass city that reeked of demons and was devoid of humanity. He had no idea if Vergil was with her or not and a part of him was hinting that he wasn’t if he himself landed in that alleyway alone. 

Harshly turning around the corner, his eyes met the source of the demonic stench: a small group of metallic looking demons. He could tell they were still demonic, despite the metal that clung to their bodies like armor. He grinned, riding into the demonic horde. He pulled upward, the tire of Cavaliere digging into the body of the demon. It let out a tinny scream as it fell. Dante glanced around before leaping up, dodging the razors they wielded. He landed back on Cavaliere, revving it up to life and swerving into the horde. Their screams echoed in the air as they fell to Cavaliere. 

“How’s that for road rash!” Dante yelled, a wide grin on his face, jumping off Cavaliere. He looked to the side, seeing a demon crawl to an alleyway. He was about to pull out Ebony and Ivory before a pair of gunshots rang out through the air. Dante blinked, looking up. Standing in the alleyway was a young man, a punk with white hair and blue-grey eyes stared at the demonic corpse at his feet. On his back was a thin long sword while his hands held a pair of still smoking pistols. The punk looked up at him, giving him a look that Dante could only presume was judgmental.  

“The fuck are you?” 

“Depends on who’s asking.” Dante grinned. “What’s that sword on your back kid?” 

“This?” The punk looked back at the sword, pulling the pistols away. He pulled the sword forward, giving it a spin. 

“Rebellion.”

“...that...toothpick is named Rebellion?” Dante stared at the long sword. “That’s a nice joke kid.” The punk shot him a glare. Twirling the handle of the long sword, Rebellion turned into a silvery light-blue scythe. 

“How’s that for a toothpick?” 

“Well, that’s certainly impressive.” Dante clapped. “Well, what’s your name, kid?” 

“Dante. And you?” Dante raised an eyebrow. Well, that would certainly make things confusing. 

“Well, what do you know, that’s my name too. Small world.” He said with a lazy smile. The punk (he wouldn’t call him anything else, because he did look like a punk) raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. 

“Yeah...small world...” He shrugged. “So. What are you doing here?”  

“Oooh...you know…” Dante leaned back, resting on Cavaliere’s seat. “I just dropped in. Mind telling me what’s the name of this town?” 

“Limbo City.” 

“Doesn’t sound lively.”

“Well, most people fucked off after Mundus was slain by yours truly.” He flashed a cocky grin. “Limbo City doesn’t have much left aside from demons.” 

“But you’re sticking around.” 

“Only because I felt something...off.” The punk stepped forward, the cocky grin fading into a more critical gaze. Dante lazily shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t look at me kid. I just arrived.” 

“Alone?” 

“Well…” Dante hummed. “I diiid have a little sister with me.” The punk raised an eyebrow. “Blonde, dresses in white, wields a rapier.”

“And you call Rebellion a toothpick…” The punk hummed. Dante stood up, Cavaliere disappearing as Devil Sword Dante appeared in his hand. 

“Well, let’s just say I’m used to bigger swords.” He grinned, impaling the sword into the ground. He leaned against it, grinning cockily at the visibly surprised punk. “So, did you see her?” The punk looked down the road. 

“Yeah, I did. But there’s this hot new Demon King who’s throwing his weight around like he owns the place. He took her.” That cocky grin disappeared.

“Well. Shit.” 

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Cassandra paced around the bedroom, her prison cell. Not moments after she arrived in this world, she had been pounced on by demons. Despite her best attempts, she had been overwhelmed. In the fray, a flying demon grabbed her and took off. She had a good look at the demon, humanoid but with scarlet wings and a porcelain look. It was rather disconcerting but, given that they were high above the ground, she didn’t want to take her chances. The flight had given her a view of where she landed: a city choked by green clouds and the scent of demons, of blood and feces and sulfur but warped by something she couldn’t place. The demon flew towards what looked like a mansion. Cassandra gagged, the demonic aura radiating from it making her feel sick. 

‘By the Earthmother, wherever I am is gross. This isn’t Red Grave City, that’s for certain!’ She thought. The demoness fluttered to the ground, meeting a gatekeeper of sorts. The gatekeeper demon, a creature of metal twisted into a facsimile of angels, opened the gates with a strained creak. The demoness fluttered inside, the gate closing behind her with an equally shrill creak. She flew through the mansion, Cassandra reminded of opulent homes from Red Grave City but the hint of decay told her that not all was well, before being thrown into the bedroom that was her prison cell. 

Which was where she was now, pacing and waiting. She wasn’t dead, which was a good sign, but she was still a prisoner. Suddenly, she felt an immensely strong demonic presence at the door, laced with the feeling of cold. She turned, watching the door open. Her hand trembled, waiting for the moment to summon Astra. Much to her surprise, the door opened to reveal a human man with white hair swept back, dressed in a dark blue overcoat with a rather ornate lining (if the coattail was anything to go by), and blue dress pants. She was reminded of Vergil, if not for those unsettling red eyes. They betrayed the power this man held, the power that made her stay Astra for now. She balled her trembling hand into a fist, to keep her rapier at bay. Now was not the time of fighting, not yet, not while she had no idea where the brothers were or where she was.

“Who are you?” She whispered, keeping her gaze steady on the man before her. “And where am I?”

“You are in no position to make demands.” 

“Forgive me, I was just brought here without any explanation as to why and everything reeks of demons.” She glanced to the window, to the city that lay beyond the glass. She was trying hard to be cordial, tactical, just like Vergil would be doing at this very moment. 

“Very well.” The man said, but Cassandra found that hint of a smile too unnerving to trust. “My name is Vergil.” Cassandra let out a gasp. “And this…” He gestured to the city beyond her window. “Is my kingdom, Limbo City.” 

[plaguedparadox]

Request by @wolfiegal98: Dark x reader where her apartment was broken into while she’s away and she comes home to the whole place looking like multiple tornadoes came through here, and she feels like everything is against her as she had already had a horrible day. She just resigns herself to clean up the mess, and when she finds out that the thieves stole the necklace that her mother had given her, she breaks down. Dark, being the ever so curious demon boy that he is, comes over when she doesn’t show up at the office like she usually does after work, and comforts her, and helps clean up the mess, all the while saying that she can move into the mansion if she wants. Then, when they were almost done cleaning, Wilford, who had originally popped in secretly earlier to startle her for fun, shows up, a bit bruised up and the missing necklace in his hand.

Ah, this was fun to write. And I’m happy that I was able to stick quite close to what you wanted. Enjoy!

Exhausted was all the poor assistant could feel as her throbbing feet carried her home. A horrible day at work was haunting her. Sure, a part of her was glad that just because she was friends with her boss it didn’t mean he’d give her any preferential treatment but sometimes he’d at the very least just let her have longer breaks or even a nap break - something just to hide away for a little bit. Sleep sounded like heaven as she slipped into the apartment building’s elevator, her finger lazily pushing her floor’s button as a yawn slipped through her. The calming elevator music was not helping to keep her awake as the tendrils of sleep curled around her, making her eyes slowly shut and her head bob as she tried to keep it raised. It was the elevator’s sudden stop that snapped her out of it, making her shake her head to wake herself up just a little more so she could walk down the hallway and not stumble over her feet. She had done that before, ended up with a bruise on her knee that made her boyfriend absolutely lose his temper because he assumed that someone attacked her, not realising the huge klutz his girlfriend was when she was tired. The poor guy was used to it now, but he did nearly give her neighbour a heart attack from the yelling.

Her day was bad, everything that could go wrong did and she was honestly surprised that she didn’t get fired. Another perk for being friends with the boss. Her mind began to focus on all the things that happened that day as her feet dragged across the floor. Being late, spilling coffee over paperwork, nearly missing an important meeting due to nature’s call being at a weird time, shoe getting stuck in gum that someone left on the break room floor, tripping over and nearly breaking someone’s leg. She cringed to herself as she thought back on those incidents. But her bad day was going to get worse as she noticed her door open, only slightly but still enough for her to notice, a horrible sinking feeling hitting her as she felt as if she was about to throw up. The woman’s hand brushed against the door, gently pushing it open more to see the whirlwind that had happened inside. Anything that could have been thrown around was, they even went out of their way to tip over her bookshelves and couch. Despite the mess, they didn’t even bother to take her almost decade old electronics. A sigh wracked through her as she slowly began to pick up the pieces of what remained of the place she called home.

Plans on how to start ran through her mind before she settled on cleaning up her bedroom first, she’d need that room before the others so it made sense to start there. Whoever broke into her apartment were rather thorough with looking through everything as she saw her clothes and underwear all over the floor. Tears finally began to well up in her eyes but she fought them back as she cleaned up the floor, placing things back inside her wardrobe and drawers. Her eyes naturally scanned the floor for any more articles of clothing but froze on one spot, her eyes widening as the tears finally began to spill. “No no no no no no!” Sobbed chants left her lips as she scrambled over to the destroyed jewellery box that her beloved got her,  her fingers rummaging through what was left trying to find one item. That one item that mattered more than all her belongings. An old necklace, passed down from family member to family member, given to her by her mother when she left home. A piece of her family that she had even if they were miles away. And it was gone. Taken. Thieves only seeing the money behind the item and not the true value of such a treasure. She really couldn’t stop the sobs now as her legs buckled and sent her crashing to the floor, her tears running off of her face and creating a puddle on top of the broken wood pieces as she cried over the box. ”Why me…?” Was all she could ask, her heart too broken to do anything else.

Minutes went by, or maybe hours. She couldn’t tell. She just sat there and cried. “Darling? Are you in here? You didn’t come to see me like you usually do!” A flinch stilled her as her lover’s voice called out from another part of the apartment but the poor woman couldn’t bring herself to move. “What the hell happened here?” His voice began to echo as his emotions became more frantic, his feet pulling him in the direction of sobs. “Darling? Are you okay?!” He cried out, now rushing into the room, his feet skidding to a stop as he saw the scene in front of him. “Darling!” Relief flooded him upon seeing that she was okay, aside from the crying obviously. Carefully, he knelt by her side and his eyes scanned the broken box, frustration filled him as he recalled how much she enjoyed the gift, it was relatively new as well. “What’s wrong…?” His echoed voice asked softly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest, allowing her to nuzzle in and wipe her tears and the other byproducts of crying off on his blazer - not that he could care, she came first.

“They took it, Dark. They took her necklace…” Her voice cracked as she looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes again before being gently rubbed away by the tip of Dark’s thumb as he stroked her face. A sigh left his lips as he pulled her up from the floor and into the front room, away from the box so she couldn’t cry every time she was reminded. Dark would happily replace the box but the necklace was something he couldn’t replace, and it hurt to know that he couldn’t simply just fix this problem with the click of his fingers. It tore him apart to see her cry. Dark could feel his shell start to crack as he suggested that they work together to clean up, seeing her look at the floor and nod weakly. Family was important to both of them. The grey skinned man had suggested before, numerous times actually, that she moved into the mansion with himself and the rest of the Egos so that he knew that she was safe when they weren’t together but upon looking at the wreck that was her apartment, he began to insist that she move in. And while he couldn’t replace what was lost, he’d try his hardest to make her as happy as possible. Eventually, she agreed which let some weight off of his shoulders as he was going to place her room near his so they’d be close but still have their own space.

About an hour went by, filled with little kisses and quick cuddles to cheer the upset woman. Luckily, the apartment was close to spotless aside a few books needing to be put back in place, a couple of knickknacks that still needed to find their places and things like that. Dark was about to suggest they finally call the police to report the incident when a huge bubblegum pink puff of smoke filled the air before quickly dispersing to reveal Wilford, beaten and bruised with his shirt torn and a couple of blood stains here and there. The pink moustached man breathed heavily as he held up the missing necklace, a pained smile coating his face as Dark’s lover pulled the pastel dressed man into a tight hug, thank yous and happy squeals leaving her lips. “Wait, how did you know that the necklace was taken? No one was called.” Dark inquired, gently pulling his love away from his sore best friend.

Wilford’s lips twitched, flicking his moustache to the side as his mind tried to find the words amongst the pain. “I had poofed in so I could hide and startle her when I noticed the mess so I went looking to see if anything had been taken. Upon noticing what exactly what had been taken, I went on a little hunt.” He explained, clipping the necklace around the woman’s neck and smiling at her when she asked if he was okay. Wilford shifted a hand to rub the back of his neck as he plopped down on the now upright couch, bouncing slightly. “They tried to fight back but it’s nothing this ol’ colonel can’t handle!” His slurred voice gloated, his moustache darkening for a moment before settling on his iconic bright pink once again.”I’ll clean whatever’s left, you two go nap. You’re both terrible when it comes to sleeping regularly.” He huffed, crossing his arms as he looked around, recalling where everything was meant to be.  

“You’re just as bad as my sister…” Dark hissed under his breath, recalling the countless times that Celine had scolded him about needing sleep. “Anyway, don’t work too hard. Darling has agreed to move in with us,” Was all he said as he lead his love to her room, her holding the necklace close to her as they walked. The suited man just registered his friend call out that he’d start packing for her as he closed the bedroom door, a yawn ripping its way through him as exhaustion finally reared its head. It now beckoned to both of them, and as both of them laid together with her head on his chest, they listened.

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

Lap of the gods.

Summary: Two gods from different worlds prove that opposites really do attract.

Warnings: drinking but apart from that-none!

A/N: Here it is! The first part of my Greek god!au 😁 I can't wait to share it with you all! This first part is a bit short as it's just a brief introduction to Persephone!Roger and Hades!reader 😊 I hope you enjoy!

Part one.

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"Do you think she'll come?"

"It's been aeons, I wouldn't hold your breath. She's rarely one for parties, especially up here..." Brian glanced around at the polished white marble, gold statues, the clouds and the sky that seemed to stretch on forever. Various gods and goddesses were drifting around him, laughing and throwing their heads back as they downed wine. Brian, also known as Zeus, stayed beside his brother, John- who was known as Poseidon- for most of the night. They held a party for their father, it was his birthday and had invited all the Grecian gods and goddesses to celebrate.

Including you. Their introverted, lonely, powerful, dark, depressing sister. The god of the underworld. Many knew you by Y/N- others by Hades.

John let out a long sigh before groaning "Aphrodite is here..."

Brian glanced over and sighed "Just don't make eye contact with her and- wait...who is she with?" He narrowed his eyes at the god chatting to her.

"Isn't that Roger? You know, Persephone?" John questioned.

"You're right, it is Persephone...well...Roger. I know him now. God of spring and vegetation...I wonder what he's doing talking to her." The two kept an eye on him before he finally managed to escape Aphrodite's constant droning.

The party was in full swing, the sun was preparing to set and half of the sky was already a deep purple and dotted with stars. The gods in Mount Olympus were full of laughter and joy.

That was until a cloud of black smoke appeared in the middle of the marble floor at Mount Olympus. Gods and goddesses moved to the side in a state of panic. Guards had drawn their weapons and pointed it at the figure appearing out of the smoke.

"Y/N?!" Brian and John both yelped with shock at the same time. Brian commanded the guards to stand down, your eyebrows warily raised at the circle of weapons surrounding you, unimpressed with your greeting.

"What a lovely, warm welcome..." you sarcastically uttered. You noticed all eyes on you, light muttering filling the air. "Perhaps my friend was right...hell is empty and the devils are all here."

Your eyes narrowed and you lightly sneered at everyone sticking their noses up and gossiping about you. You stuck out like a sore thumb, there was no denying that. Everyone was draped in white and gold while you were shroud in a black, knee length dress and heels. Each step you took towards your brothers, bursts of bright, red hot ambers floated off the bottom of your sole and heel, dancing in the air around your feet before disappearing.

"W-we uh...why are you here?" Brian asked, clearly shocked at your unexpected arrival.

"I was invited, wasn't I?" You unintentionally snapped. "He's my father as much as he is yours."

"Yeah, yeah of course! We're just surprised!" John sent you a small smile "You never come to Mount Olympus- ever. Not even for parties or anything! It's a surprise- but a nice one!"

You shrugged "Well, it's a special birthday for father. He's one of the oldest gods who has ever lived, the least I can do is show my face for a bit," you glanced around and saw people still whispering about you. "Looks like I'm going to be the talk of all the palaces in this so called paradise." You turned back to your brothers "Where's father?"

"Right here my...darling." Your eye twitched and you felt your nose twinge a little hearing his bittersweet voice, unsure if he could even call you his 'darling'. It pained him to say it. You could tell.

Nevertheless, you turned to him with a genuine smile "Hello father, happy birthday," you approached him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek- he couldn't help but lightly hiss, you were burning hot. "Mother," you bowed your head and took her hand, bringing it to your lips to greet her. She winced. Then she tried to discreetly rub her hand to alleviate the searing hot pain. Your heart would have sank if you had one.

You physically had one yes, but not emotionally. You were ruthless, reserved, powerful. Your heart was there but it didn't work properly. It hadn't beaten for most of your life.

Brian cleared his throat "Lets enjoy the party!" Your mother and father clapped with a grin and headed off to celebrate and mingle with all the other guests. "Can I get you something to drink, Y/N?"

"No thanks," you held your hand out and with a burst of fire and smoke, a goblet appeared in your hand. "I have my own..." you smirked and took a sip of the dark, burgundy coloured, pomegranate wine. John and Brian glanced at each other "So what has been happening?"

"Not much," John replied "Pretty much everyone is here. Including Aphrodite."

You rolled your eyes and let out a long groan "Keep her away from me. She sinks her claws into anyone and everything that moves." You flickered your eyes over to her, her back was facing you and she was laughing obnoxiously loud. "Mortals have corrupted her," you turned back to your brothers "She's driven more by lust than anything now." You took a gulp of wine, downing the whole cup. Seconds later, the liquid reappeared. "I don't think I'm very welcome here..." you nonchalantly remarked "Not like I really care. Why is everything here made of glistening white marble? It's horrifying!"

"It's not our fault you live in a dark, depressing mansion that's engulfed with flames." John muttered and you felt a growl rub against your throat. "Well it's true! I was there almost a year ago visiting you and it's taken me pretty much up until now to get over that experience!" You laughed at that and everyone looked over at you, shocked that such a melodic, happy sound could leave the mouth of someone like you.

All the guests were scowling. All except one. One was smiling at the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

"I remember that visit! I tricked you into thinking you had drank a blended doomed soul!" John huffed and crossed his arms, you playfully jabbed his sides and he flinched "Stop being so...like me." You swore you saw the corner of his lip twitch upwards. You scanned your eyes over the crowd before they stopped on a figure in the distance. Your skin was as hot as fire but you felt frozen. "Who...is that...?" You whispered.

Brian and John looked over to the god you were looking at and then looked at each other, sharing a smirk. "That's Roger-"

John cut Brian off "-Also known as Persephone, the-"

"-The god of-"

This time you were the one to cut Brian off "-Agriculture, Spring and vegetation." You flinched back into reality when you heard your name being drunkingly shrieked.

"Y/NNNNN!"

Before the goddesses arms could be wrapped around you, you grabbed her wrist and she could feel your burn. "Hello Aphrodite." You bitterly greeted and she got the message, stepping back a little.

"Where have you been?" She batted her eyes.

"I've been in hell," you forced a fake grin and your brothers sniggered from behind her. You took a long sip of your wine "I think Poseidon wanted to ask you something..." you smirked and looked over Aphrodite's shoulder to John who was frantically shaking his head with a grimace while waving his hands, desperate not to speak to her. She gasped and flung herself at him while you walked off and found solace on a balcony overlooking the earth as the sun set and stars burst with a twinkle of light onto the night sky.

"What are you drinking?"

You moment of solitude was spoiled when a voice appeared out of nowhere. You turned your head with wide eyes, surprised that anyone would talk to you. They quickly returned to normal before you turned back to look at the sunset, eventually answering the god- who had brightly coloured wildflowers scattered in his hair that was blowing in the breeze- beside you.

"Pomegranate wine..." you took a sip.

"Sounds interesting," the god leaned his back against the balcony railing "Can I try some?"

"Unless you would like to be eternally bound to me and spend the rest of your days with me in the confines of my underworld then I suggest you don't try it." You took a bigger sip this time, something about this god intrigued you.

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. "Sounds interesting...can I try some...?"

You could hear the playfulness and cockiness in his voice and it made you laugh. "Funny as well as handsome. That's a deadly combination."

"You'd know all about deadly combinations."

You slowly turned your head around to him with a devilish smirk plastered across your lips. "Tell me, Roger..." his eyes widened ever so slightly, surprised that you knew his name. For a deadly goddess, you said his name so sweetly. "Have you ever sinned?"

Roger gulped at the tone your voice, it was smoother than the finest of velvets. It was just as dark and mysterious as you and it was luring him in. "I-I don't think so..." he managed to croak out.

You let out a breathy chuckle "Of course you haven't!" Your laugh fizzled into silence "You are unbelievably pure." The word was like venom on your tongue. You took a drink of your wine just as your goblet had refilled. "You and I are very different."

Roger was quick to respond "The last I heard opposites attract." His hasty remark caught you off guard which made him coyly smile. "Enjoy the rest of the evening, Y/N..." he drawled out your name in the same tone you used as he walked backwards away from you, emphasising a dramatic bow. You watched him with curious eyes as he disappeared into the group of gods and goddesses, only catching glimpses of him when you were lucky.

He wasn't like the other gods. Something about him sparked your curiosity.

•••

A few hours later you approached your brothers. "I'm not very welcomed here," you felt the eyes of everyone burn into your back "I'm going home."

John nodded "We understand. It's those behind you who don't understand you..." he trailed off and you looked over your shoulder at a huge crowd of people before looking over your brother's shoulder.

Roger was the only one standing behind them.

You looked away for a brief moment before regaining composure. "Such a poetic statement, John. I thought the sea was supposed to make you salty, not sweet." You smirked and he playfully nudged your arm. "I shall see you both soon. Perhaps on mutual ground, this place is too good for me and hell is too bad for the pair of you."

"Earth it is," Brian said "Thank you for coming Y/N. I'm sure it meant a lot to father."

"Indeed it did!" A booming voice came from behind you and you spun on you heel to face your father, your mother was lost in the crowd "I appreciate you visiting."

"Well you never visit me..." You were unintentionally bitter. Letting out a sigh, you mumbled an apology. "I didn't mean that," even though you knew you one hundred percent fully meant it.

You father held up his hand "No, no...I deserved to hear that. You're right. Perhaps I'll pop down for a little visit sometime." He took your hand in his, despite the heat causing him great discomfort.

"You said that four centuries ago..." you sadly smiled and pulled away your hand "I know you won't." In a flash of thick black smoke you had disappeared, returning to your home and away from those who hated you.

But- excluding your brothers- there was one person at the party who didn't hate you.

In fact...they rather liked you.

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Part two

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BTS - Ecstasy (JK) (M)

Jeon Jungkook was like a drug.

After that one hook-up in your living room, he just kept coming back for more. It was either the excitement of getting caught, or the fact that you gave him so much more pleasure than his girlfriend did.

He was still with Jenna, but at this point, you doubted he even cared about her.

Whenever she would go for parties, he would inform you when she had gotten lost in the crowd, then you would either go over to his place or he would come over to yours.

This was one of those times. There was a huge bash happening at Choi Youngjae’s mansion, and everyone was invited. Obviously, no one would pass up the chance to get some free alcohol and drugs, so they had attended – everyone, except for you.

You had stayed at home in a pair of black lace panties and a tank top, curled up into a ball on your bed as if waiting for something. You were, in a way – you were waiting for the ringing of the doorbell to your dorm; you were waiting for Jungkook to sweep you off your feet and fuck you to an oblivion.

But he hadn’t come or messaged.

It had been almost a week since you had gotten any action from him, and you were getting extremely needy. Finals had just gotten over – you had put your education first that entire week. Now, you were free, but you didn’t bother to text him, since you believed he wouldn’t pick up his phone.

You always were afraid to make the first move, and you realized that he didn’t care. Jungkook loved being in control.

Mumbling a ‘fuck it’ under your breath, you removed your top, and wrapped a towel around your body. You were going to take a shower and go to sleep – there was no use staying up and waiting for someone who meant absolutely nothing to you.

Right as you were about to step into the bathroom, the familiar sound of the doorbell had rung against your eardrums, stopping you in your tracks. You had rushed to the door in just the short towel, before looking through the peephole.

“It’s me, baby,” The image of your roommate’s boyfriend, and his raspy voice had reassured you. “Open up.”

“Perfect timing,” You had welcomed him into the dorm, before closing the door. “I was just about to take a shower.”

Even though you sounded sarcastic, you hoped he would understand what you were so obviously implying. You both had the entire night to fool around – might as well start with a steamy shower.

“Need someone to join you?” He had already started to unbutton his black shirt.

Your eyes became hooded with lust, as you sauntered towards the bathroom, the male following closely behind like a lost puppy. You had turned the tap on, before the towel dropped to the floor. All he could see was your bare back, all the way down to your panties.

“You were preparing for this all along, weren’t you?” He sounded so cocky, as he wrapped one arm around your bare waist, the other hand going to squeeze your ass from over the black lace.

“Maybe,” You cooed, leaning into his touch.

The bathroom was slowly becoming foggy, signaling that the water was at the right temperature. He had helped you pull the panties down, while you had done the same to his briefs, and then crashed his lips against yours.

“Fuck, I missed you baby,” He groaned, the warm water running down his back, as he littered your neck in wet kisses. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to touch you..”

You felt his strong hands squeeze your breasts first, before cupping your womanhood. All his actions showed how eager he was, and your submissiveness was showing the same. One thumb squeezed your nipple, the action making your cheeks redder than they already were.

The water was running down every part of your body, tracing every curve and ridge. He was rougher than usual, not that you minded – you assumed it had something to do with how much he missed you.

He attached his lips to yours again, tugging on your bottom lip, before swirling his tongue with yours. You latched onto his bare back, the wetness creating a subtle grip. Even then, you found it necessary to dig your nails into his skin.

Your breasts were practically sticking to his body, pressed so tight in the cubicle that not even a piece of paper could slide in between.

“Make me feel good,” He breathed, his nose nudging against yours. “Show me what your pretty hands can do, kitten.”

You grabbed into his member, your thumb pressing against the base of it, earning you a groan. It aroused you so much, your core clenching at the sound. You had started to stroke it back and forth, yearning for more of that. It just fueled you.

His cock was hard as a rock, and pressing against the tip with your thumb just made it twitch. He had sunk his head into your neck, sucking on it to create bruises as his hands squeezed your ass. It was as if he were bringing you to the edge by pressing his fingers against your opening, but not entering. Jungkook wanted you to beg.

“Why are you slowing down, kitten?” It had gotten too much for you. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

He was trying to get it out of you, since he knew you were timid.

“I can’t-” He had pressed against your core once more, your voice turning shaky.

“Why?” He had interrupted you, finally sliding his finger in. “Tell me what you want..”

You could tell he was enjoying this. He loved to watch you unravel before him, he loved hearing you scream when he entered you with force. He went fast, but since you had such a slow-paced life, you didn’t mind.

When he had stuck his second finger in and started pumping, you were at a loss for words. Your brain had melted into putty, as he backed you up against the tile wall, your hips bucking against his handy. He curled his fingers, opening you up.

“I can’t hear you baby,” He growled, a smirk on his face.

“Fuck me, Jeon Jungkook,” You finally breathed, your voice relaxed, your eyes rolling upwards. “Please..”

His voice was low, and he let out a few chuckles. He pulled his fingers out of you, and hooked his hands under your thighs. With a grunt, he had lifted you up, and you latched your legs around his waist. With one last kiss to your lips, he had bucked his hips forward, finally penetrating you.

Electricity ran through your entire body, and you just felt elated. Waiting for a week was so worth it. He had started moving, his pace slowly increasing. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours was amplified by the water. It just aroused you more.

“Y/N,” He moaned loudly. “You feel so good..”

“Y/N..?”

The thrusting came to a halt, when you heard the muffled noise of a female. Everything just seemed to shatter like glass. The both of you were too afraid to move into a different position and hide.

“Jesus Christ… Why are you making so much noise..”

The bathroom door had creaked open, to reveal a drunk Jenna. How did she even make it home? She was slumping against the sink, her eyes half-closed. You were praying to god that her vision was blurry enough that she wouldn’t see you both.

“I was..” You voice sounded so sultry, so you cleared your throat. “Taking a shower..”

You flickered your orbs to Jungkook, who had a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. Oh shit. He had something planned. Slowly, but surely, he had started thrusting. Your nails had dug into the nape of his neck, as you let out a breath.

“When did you become so tall..?” Your housemate had looked up, as she squinted her eyes.

Even though you wanted to say something, it came out as gibberish. His length was rubbing against you, hitting that exact spot which just made you melt. You wanted scream, moan out his name, but you couldn’t risk revealing everything to his girlfriend.

“Jenna..” You breathed, gulping slightly. “I think.. you should go to sleep.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” She said, pushing herself up using the support of the sink. “For once.”

Jungkook had bitten into you once again to stop his moans, and you gasped subtly. He had gotten a little faster when Jenna had exited the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Fuck..” You let out a moan of relief.

“That was certainly.. amusing,” He rested one of his hands against the wall, as he gave you a strong thrust, making your back arch off the wall. “You’re such a mess.”

“You can’t do that to me, Jungkook..”

Your hand had tugged against his wet hair. A feeling was bubbling inside you, and you could feel yourself get close to your orgasm.

“I can do whatever I want, kitten.”

Once again, the pace had gone up, your breasts bouncing up and down. The both of you just weren’t as loud as before – that was hard, considering the amount of euphoria coursing through your veins at the moment.

You hated everything about Jeon Jungkook, but god, did he know how to make you feel good.

He really knew what he was doing; he knew how to make you melt in his arms. You could feel his grunts in your ears – even those were arousing. The way his nails dug into your thighs and ass, his toned body pressed against yours. All of it was addicting.

Within a few minutes, you had climaxed, your cum mixing along with the water which ran down his legs. You felt his knees buckle soon after that; he only had the energy to ride out his orgasm, your sensitivity making it feel ten times stronger than it actually was.

He had let you down gently and brought you into his arms, one of his hands resting on your neck as he gave you a peck. That was probably the only gentle thing he had done.

“I think.. you should leave before your girlfriend wakes up,” You turned off the tap – it wasn’t much of a shower, considering you got even dirtier than when you first got in.

“She had to come and ruin everything,” He watched you wrap the towel around your body, as he put on his briefs. “I would have broke you if she didn’t come along.”

You groaned, imaging how messy it would have gotten if that happened. You were already sore from how he had continued fucking you when you were sensitive – if he had been even more rough, you wouldn’t be able to walk.

“Next time,” You pushed the door open, looking around to see if the coast was clear.

“Or we could have a round two if you can keep quiet,” Jungkook suggested, feeling the tingling skin of your thigh.

His smooth talking was hypnotizing you into following his command. You were usually a strong-willed person, but this guy had some sort of control over you. Even though you were sore, you could, once again, feel your bud getting wet.

“I won’t be rough,” He kissed up your neck, his hand finally going up your towel. “I just want to taste you.”

At this point, you were convinced he was some sort of sadist. How the fuck could he expect you to keep quiet when he was giving you oral? Though he had built your desire for it up so much that you couldn’t resist accepting his offer.

Picking up your clothes, you quietly led him to your bedroom and locked the door behind you. The both of you carelessly dumped your clothes onto the floor, and once again, resumed the make out.

“If you make noise, we are both in trouble,” The male whispered in your ear, which you subtly agreed with.

The towel had been dropped to the ground so your naked body was in full display. It was still slightly red from the warm water. You could watch him hover over you when you laid on your bed, as he placed butterfly kisses down your jaw, then to your breast.

As if to tease you, he started pressing your core to stimulate you more, whilst he tugged on your nipple with his lips. The resisted moans had come out as whimpers when you felt him suck and kitten lick.

“You’re doing well, baby,” He kept his voice soft, automatically turning it raspy.

You let out a few audible gasps, as he finally positioned himself at your core. With his palm pressing against your thighs, your hard parted your legs for him the liquid almost dripping.

He had closed his eyes and licked a line up your folds, before licking his lips. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to recover from that, and he immediately darted his tongue onto your core.

“Ah-“ You had to stop yourself before you let out a loud sound. “J-Jungkook..”

You were struggling to keep quiet. Your bit your bottom lip as your back arched – his tongue was swirling around the area, making sure to hit every sweet spot. You could tell how much he was enjoying your squirming. His strong arms were keeping your thighs in place.

“You like that?” He growled, tugging his own lips between his teeth, going up to see the expression on your face. “You’re so damn sensitive.”

He was being so cocky. Your fingers had tugged on his hair when he went back in, and finally a quiet moan had echoed throughout the room. The mistake had only made him intensify his movements, to which your breathing increased. Your heart rate had accelerated.

“I-I can’t..” You almost cried, feeling yourself get close.

This was going to leave you sore in the morning. Soon enough, your had reached your high with an audible breath, your eyes rolling back. He had lapped up your juices while his fingers dug into your ass, then leaned back to catch his breath.

The male had crawled onto the bed after that, panting while he closed his eyes.

“You.. want to stay the night?” You figured he would be too tired to go back to his dorm, besides, your room was locked.

“I thought you would never ask,” He pulled your close by your waist, your legs intertwining.

He was the reason you were such a bad girl – you knew it wasn’t a good thing, but how could you resist? He was addicting, made you feel absolutely high when you needed it.

And in the end, what you were doing actually was a sin.

Just like a drug, he gave you a release from all the stress of being a high school student. You were his good girl, and he was your ecstasy.

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@saviourisms ♡

His papa is a fucking fool. Not only has he parked his luxurious Cadillac down a grimy street, whose occupants look out of their windows only to make sure that no one is watching them. Not only has he caned his way up the stairs in the building to Bailey’s right to intimidate a difficult renter, who’s been up Gold’s ass for a few months now ( it seems like he has some sort of superiority complex; he doesn’t want to answer to anyone, not even his landlord ). But Gold has left his son alone, who is just looking for an excuse to light up a cigarette and steal a few puffs of smoke.

The cigarette is comforting. It gives Bailey’s hands something to do; it satisfies that constant restlessness in him. Sometimes it feels as though some Devil is right at his heels, forcing him to move forward. He supposes it’s the spirit of his papa, really. ‘Devil’ definitely wouldn’t be that far off the mark. Bae scoffs. Soft tendrils of smoke snake out through his nose as he does, caressing his upper lip before they are whisked away by the December wind. He supposes he should feel bad about sneaking around like this and keeping secrets from his papa, but Gold has his own share of secrets.

It’s not like Papa Gold doesn’t have his own vices, either. Bae knows exactly where the scotch is located and has known for a little longer than he should have. Granted, he’s in his twenties now, he’s allowed to dip into it should he feel like it, but even his fourteen-year-old self would point out the hiding place with no hesitation. Gold isn’t an alcoholic. But he doesn’t need to be in order to be a bastard. For example, while Gold is up there showing off his wealth and power, he’s supposed to be having dinner with his son.

Bae’s home these days is campus at NYU. It was a miracle he got in. Scratch that, he only got in because of his dad’s influence. The whole landlord business is not Gold’s main gig. He’s a prosecutor, and a respected one. Well, ‘respected’ not so much – feared is a better word. Admired, probably, by people like Regina Mills, his protégé. That begs a further inquiry as to why Gold is wasting his time on nobodies like tonight’s renter, but Bae knows his papa: Gold does not deal well with being disrespected, and he probably assessed that the man would quit his flexing and whining a little faster if the boss himself came down.

In short, Bae wasn’t the one to decide that he should go to university, but his grades were good enough when they were paired with his dad’s reputation, and he supposed it was a good excuse to get away from home. He chose his degree by asking himself which one would piss his papa off the most by its uselessness. In the end, it became Philosophy, and it did indeed piss off Gold to the degree that Bae doesn’t want to admit that he hates it himself.

Thank God for Christmas – literally, if you’re to believe that stuff. Christmas break took its time to come around, but as soon as it was upon him, Bae escaped from NYU. All that time away from his papa had made him soft, he was even starting to dream of some sort of reconciliation. However, as soon as he stepped into the mansion that was his childhood home, Bae regretted his decision to stay all Christmas. Whatever, he’s stuck now, and it’s only Christmas Eve.

Despite his best judgment, Baily starts wandering. Gold is taking his sweet time, and the Devil is at Bae’s heels again. What little snow has stayed on the ground is dirty and melting, so his small walk down the street is not exactly picturesque. The smoke irritates his eyes ( he’s ignoring a possible allergy ), but he finishes his cigarette too soon. It lands on the ground, a corpse whose life and purpose have been drained out of it, and Bae finishes the job by stepping on it.

Christmas Eve used to be an enjoyable occasion. Bae would get a call from his mom in the morning, Gold would even pretend to be happy for him, and then father and son would go out in the Boston streets to window-shop and have warm drinks at a café. Gold would mute his phone, and Bae would receive smiles from strangers. Then they would retreat to their house and watch a good movie or two. Gold might excuse himself to make a business-related phone call or two, but Bae would understand, because in the evening they would go out to eat, and then Bae would insist on staying up too late. He rarely remembered how he got into bed.

There’s none of that anymore. Of course, it ended already when Bae was fourteen and Gold’s career was truly taking off. Then the phone calls would take over most of the time, and now all that is left of the once-honored traditions is the dinner, which feels like a bastardization when it is not surrounded by the rest of their rituals.

Bailey has started wringing his hands. Although he is still pacing, it is not enough for the Devil behind him. He’s not nervous; he knows Gold will emerge victorious, and it’s not even like he cares anyway. He’s just so bored all of the time. Suddenly remembering that he left another carton of cigarettes in the small bag he brought with him ( you never know what you might need ), he turns on his heel to walk back to the car.

He’s surprised by how far he has wandered, because he has to take two turns before he finally sees the shiny Cadillac. It still sticks out like a sore thumb. Sighing and shaking his head, Bailey walks closer, but a surprising sight soon makes him stop in his tracks.

A girl, maybe a few years younger than he, has somehow gotten the driver’s door open and is rummaging in the car. Her breath is white and her motions erratic; she must know she doesn’t have a lot of time to complete her mission. Bae wonders if she’s planning on driving off with the car itself, but even in this kind of neighborhood that would be a bad plan with so many witnesses around her. There’s enough expensive crap inside the car anyway.

It’s strange how Bae’s first instinct isn’t to call on her to send her running. Instead, he walks closer, hands firmly pushed into the pockets of his grey hoodie. Once he can lean against the hood of the car with his hip, he addresses her: “You need any help with that?” Any robber of his papa is a friend of Bae’s.