#Fluff at the end

[tomssexdoll]

Fire and Ice

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N have been enemies for years, they go to the same university and he is such a pain in the ass. One day at a party they get into an argument, one slap leading to him giving Y/N a taste of how he really felt about her.

A/N: if you want to be tagged or i accidently missed your tag comment on my pinned masterlist <3

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary but turns into riding), mutual masturbation, LOTS OF TEASING AND KISSING, arguing (some violence but only a tiny bit)

Tom kaulitz was my "enemy", he was in the same university as me and much to my luck, every single class I was in. He was a pain in the ass, a real asshole. He always teased me, only choosing to be an asshole to me and nobody else.

I didn't really know why he chose me to be his personal punching bag, it's not like I ever did anything, he was always just like that, trying to target me in any way he could, finding flaws and running with them.

He acted like an immature teenager, throwing paper balls at me just to spite me, he was disrespectful, always invading my personal space. I was sick of it, I came close to just punching him in the face multiple times and he loved it, he loved the reactions he got out of me.

One day, I got invited to one of his friends parties at their mansion. It was gonna be quite a big party, filled with hundreds of people I didn't know. My friends were going and I decided to not let Tom dictate my night, wanting to have fun without him disturbing it like he always did. I got dressed, wearing a skimpy red dress that accentuated my curves, paired with some black louboutins. I chose a simple makeup look and straightened my hair, keeping it down.

We arrived quite late, walking inside the mansion and admiring the interior design, walking outside where everyone was. We were greeted by the host and given some drinks, the music blasting in our ears and the smell of alcohol wafting through the air. We looked around to see a majority of people in the pool, splashing around and having fun, the cool night air breezing against our skin.

He was in the garden, talking to some friends. He was already quite drunk, wearing a white t shirt with some random band on it, dark blue baggy jeans and a leather jacket. He had a cigarette in one hand and beer in another, taking occasional drags from his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the night sky.

I walked over to the cooler, I had already finished my drink and rummaged through it, finding bottles upon bottles of beer until I spotted a seltzer can, I grabbed it and cracked it open, taking a small sip.

Toms eyes caught me from across the yard. He muttered something to his friends before saunting over, his movements confident and purposeful. He stopped a few feet away, eyeing the rink in my hand with a smirk. I was with my friends, they just settled with the beer and we started to talk.

Tom interrupted my conversation, his voice loud over the music, "not drinking tonight?" he teased, tipping his beer bottle towards my seltzer. His tone was mocking, as if he didn't believe I'd have the self control, "or are you on a special diet?" he pouted sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and looked him up and down, "fuck off Tom, go back to your deadbeat friends, I'm sure they'd love your company right now," I winked, making a blowjob motion in my mouth, with my tongue, my friends chuckling with me.

Toms face darkened, he stepped closer, towering over me. "You've got a smart mouth on you," he growled, leaning in, his voice low, "careful...it might get you into trouble.." he paused, his gaze flicking to my lips. I bursted out laughing, "aww I'm so scared, mr tough guy! Get the fuck out of here Tom," I turned back to my friends.

Toms hand shoots out, grabbing my arm and spinning me back around to face him. His grip is firm, almost painful, "you think this is fucking funny?" he sneered. "You think you're better than me?" he raised his voice, looking at my friends, a cold glare. "Hey! Don't talk to my fucking friends like that, have some respect!" I raised my voice back, shoving him off me.

He stumbled back a step, surprise flashing across his face before his expression hardened again. He took a step forward, crowding my personal space, I had to admit, he was kind of sexy when he was mad. "You push me..I push back.." he gave me a small shove, "you shove me, I shove harder," he said darkly.

I slapped him harshly across the face, the sound of the slap echoing, catching everyone's attention, "get the fuck away from me Tom!" I screamed. His head snapped to the side, for a moment he was stunned, his hand coming up to touch his reddening cheek. Then his eyes narrowed dangerously as he turned back to me, "you fucking bitch.." he grunted, his chest heaving with intense anger.

Without warning, Tom grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder, "you think you're fucking tough, huh? You think you can mouth off to me and get away with it? I don't fucking think so!" he yelled, marching inside the house as I kicked and screamed.

"GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD! FUCK YOU!" I kept screaming obscenities at him, clawing at his back and kicking his stomach, but he didn't budge, my blows to him were like tiny punches. He laughed at my attempts to escape and bursted into an empty bedroom, sitting me down on the dresser.

He stood in between my legs and looked down at me, his eyes burning with rage, "look at me.." he growled, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him, "why do you have to be so difficult all the time, hm?" he said lowly. I scoffed and looked at him in disbelief, "you were the one that fucking started it Tom, don't start with that shit!" his jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides.

"I don't give a fuck whether I started it or not, you don't get to just slap me around whenever you feel like it," I furrowed my eyebrows, "and you don't get to taunt me whenever you feel like it, you're such a fucking hypocrite!" I raised my voice, I could physically feel the anger rising in me.

"Shut your mouth.." he hissed, grabbing my chin tighter, "oh fuck you Tom, shut your fu-" he silenced me with a brutal, passionate kiss, crashing his mouth against mine, his hands gripping my thighs painfully tight. He kissed me rough and hard, his teeth biting into my lower lip.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing heavy, chests heaving. "You fucking infuriate me.." he growled, "oh shut up you love it," I glared at him and smashed my lips into his once again, passionately kissing him, our tongues fighting for dominance.

He groaned against my mouth, his hands coming up and tangling in my hair. He kissed me back just as passionately, his anger morphing into desire. He grinded his hips against mine, showing me just how much he does 'love it'.

"You're such a fucking cunt..I hate you.." I grunted against his lips, he chuckled, "you hate me, I hate you," he muttered, his mouth moving to my neck. He sucked and bit at my skin, marking me, "but we both know you'd beg for me.." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "wipe that shit eating grin off your face, you're not smart," he chuckled and kept kissing my neck, trailing up to my jawline, "cmon baby.." he pouted, "stop fighting me, let me make you feel good.." he whispered in my ear, his breath hot.

I bit my lip and turned my head to the side, "mmmh...stubborn girl.." he moved his hands down my body, grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to him. His grin widened, knowing it'd irritate me. He slid his hands under my dress and gently grazed his fingers over my panty covered pussy, letting his fingers drag along, teasing me.

"Tom.." I gasped, looking up at him, "that's it baby...relax.." he cooed, his voice filled with sarcasm. "Oh fuck you.." I reached my hand out and grabbed his bulge, squeezing it softly, "not so fun when it's being done to you, hm?" he inhaled sharply as I groped him, his hips jerking forward into my touch.

"Careful.." he warned, but his voice was strained with pleasure. He grabbed the straps of my dress and dragged them down my shoulders, letting them slip through my arms. He then reached behind me, gently gliding the zipper down, in one swift motion he took my dress off, revealing myself to him.

I was barely wearing a bra and panties, I had a black thong on and a skimpy lacy bra, my tits practically spilling out of my bra. "Fuck you're gorgeous.." he groaned, diving his head down and kissing my neck once again, leaving a new trail of hickeys.

"You walk around looking like that.." he spread my thighs wider, growling softly in my ear, "it's asking for trouble.." he trailed his kisses down to my collarbone, then my cleavage.

I gently pushed him back, grabbing his belt and sliding it off. My fingers focused on the buttons of his jeans, letting it fall down and pool at his ankles. His shirt followed soon after, I trailed my fingers down his abs, watching as he stood before me only in his boxers, his erection strained and his muscular physique on full display.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, using one of my hands to bring his hand to my wet pussy, "don't be afraid.." I smirked, my words laced with playfulness. "Mmmh.." he hummed, slipping a finger beneath my thong and into me.

He pumped in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing circles over my sensitive bud. "And what am I afraid of exactly..." he whispered, "of this...?" he added another finger, causing me to moan softly.

"Mmmh..good girl.." he praised. I used my free hand to trail it down his stomach to his lower belly, then to his boxers. I slipped my hand inside and found his hard cock, pulling it out and slowly jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

His eyes rolled back as I jerked him off, his hips rocking against my hand. He curled his fingers deeper inside me, fucking me with his hand as he toyed with my clit. "Fuck...fuck!" he panted, his free hand fisting on the dresser.

I leaned in and kissed him passionately, speeding up my movements on his cock, my hand rapidly gliding up and down his shaft. He groaned loudly and sped up his movements, rapidly pumping his fingers in and out of my needy pussy, curling upwards to drive me crazy, hitting that spot inside me that I loved.

"Mmmh!" I whined against his lips, we continued our movements together, getting each other off. The kiss got more passionate as things got more heated, our orgasms approaching rapidly. I felt a fire in my stomach, a burning sensation I desperately needed to satisfy.

I could feel his cock twitching in my hand, desperate for release, my pussy also throbbed against his fingers, my clit sensitive and aching. "You're so fucking sexy..oh fuck..gonna cum.." he grunted, his chest heaving, his hand on the dresser unfisting and coming to my thigh, holding onto me tightly.

I moaned and rolled my eyes back, my orgasm coming crashing down in time with his, he let out a low, guttural moan against my mouth, his hips jerking forward as he spilled into my hand. He rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, "bed..."he mumbled, lifting me and carrying me to the bed, throwing me onto it, "now.." he crawled up towards me, hovering over me.

I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, I needed his lips on mine, forever. He kissed me back fiercely, years of pent up frustration pouring out. His tongue dominated mine, teeth clashing as he pinned me to the bed. He settled between my thighs, breaking off the kiss, his chest heaving as his fully erect cock pressed against my core.

He moved his hands down and yanked my thong off, then moving to my bra. He practically ripped my bra off, grabbing my tits and squishing them together, shoving his face in them, licking and sucking relentlessly, "so good..fuck..these perfect fucking tits..oh god.." he groaned, licking and sucking my nipples rapidly.

"Please fuck me.." I whined, my hands roaming around in his hair. He kept feasting on my chest, his mouth and hands everywhere at once. He licks and bites at my supple mounds, his calloused fingers pinching and rolling my hardened peaks. He pulled back, his eyes hungrily taking in my heaving chest, "look at you..so desperate for my cock...hm? Aren't you?" he growled.

When I didn't answer he reached up, his hand fisting in my hair and pulling on it, bringing me close to his face. "Aren't you?" he repeated, his voice raised, I nodded eagerly and whined, "please...give me your cock Tom, stop fucking teasing!"

He chuckled and spread my legs, hooking his arms in my thighs and pulling me closer, his tip prodding at my entrance, waiting impatiently. With a grunt, the thrusted forward, burying himself inside me in one smooth motion.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped, he didn't give me time to adjust, immediately starting to piston in and out of me at a brutal pace. He grips my thighs hard, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me mercilessly, "TOM!" I yelped, holding onto him tightly, my tits bouncing wildly as his thrusts kept increasing.

He grinned wickedly, loving the way I reacted to him. He leaned down and kissed me hard, swallowing my cries as he continued to pound into me. "You take me so well.." he groaned, his hands squeezing my backside. I whined and kept kissing him, I could almost feel him in my throat.

He suddenly flipped us around so I was on top, he sat up against the pillows of the bed and grabbed my ass tightly, lifting me up and slamming me onto his cock repeatedly, I rolled my eyes back, the intense pleasure causing my body to shake.

"I can't take it! Too much!" I cried out, his eyes darkened and he thrusted harder, "you're going to take, every. single. inch." he said, his words in time with his thrusts. "Understand?" he whispered sadistically, I nodded and whimpered, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

He smirked arrogantly, knowing he was overwhelming me, but he loved it, he loved how I fell apart against him. He continued to lift and drip me onto his lap, his powerful arms handling me with ease. "Touch yourself...touch that sensitive clit baby, show me how much you love this cock stuffed inside you.." he grumbled, guiding my hand down.

"I've waited so long for this moment, everytime I see you I can't stop thinking about how fucking hard I'd make you take my cock..the sounds you'd make.." he whispered against my skin.

I rubbed shaky circles on my clit, my mouth slightly agape as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I was being sent into a state of pure ecstasy, my vision going blurry. "Cmon, cum for me baby!" he yelled, placing his hand over mine and speeding my hand up, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I moaned loudly, my pussy clenching around his cock tightly as my orgasm came crashing down.

He groaned loudly "this pussy is so fucking good, fuck!" he slammed me down one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded inside me, cum leaking down my walls. He held me tight, his face buried in my neck as he rode out his high.

"Oh my god...fuck..." he panted, "that was amazing.." I whispered, my chest heaving as I tried to calm down. After a while of settling down, I got up, my shaky legs walking over to find my clothes, as I went searching I caught a glimpse of myself, something on my neck.

I turned to look, my eyes widening as I saw my neck and chest were FULL of hickeys. "Hickeys? Seriously Tom, what are you, 12?" I groaned, running my fingers over them, he chuckled and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and inspecting them, "fuck..I did a number on you didn't I," he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, "oops.." he mumbled.

"Lets get out of here, yeah?" he turned me to face him, his eyes softer now. I nodded softly and gathered all my clothes, sitting on the bed to get dressed. He put his clothes back on, adjusting himself and taking my hand, guiding me out of the party.

tags: @ballhair @bills-wife-1 @bkaulitzlover

tags: @ella1289 @billsdolliest @tomscumdoll

tags: @tomsfuckdoll @tomkslut @miyukafujii

tags: @itsangelll

[electronicnutcycle]

request for a symbrock fic! fix it fic where venom finds eddie, eddie is in shambles and constantly talking to himself so when venom first finds him, eddie has to be convinced that venom is truly back

"In shambles" || symbrock fic

Description: venom finds Eddie, Eddie is in shambles and constantly talking to himself so when venom first finds him, Eddie has to be convinced that venom is truly back.

Pairing: Eddie x Venom.

Warnings: LOTS of angst , but then fluff at the end.

Venoms POV:

Everything was eerily quiet when I awoke again , I had fortunately survived the attack to save my host and the best thing in my life so far , Eddie. But as the sun started to rise on the battlefield and illuminated the destruction and chaos , I couldn't see Eddie anywhere and I knew that I had to get out of the chaos fill scene knowing that Eddie wouldn't just leave me here since we've accidentally bonded that one night and eventually became each others rocks . Although as I was so weak from the previous night , I had to slowly travel to find him but slowly but surely I somehow escaped the battlefield that once held the facility. whilst I continued my search for Eddie , days went by and as Day in and day out came and went by and i slowly but surely got further using whatever I could without using all of my powers at once. Eventually I somehow got too New York noticing a welcome to New York sign as I slithered into the bustling city . Guessing that Eddie had gone back to our shared apartment , but as I made my way to his apartment I just hoped that he hadn’t done anything bad while I was gone.

It was night when I arrived at our apartment building , the full moon and the soft flickers of the street lamps were my only source of light. I managed to snaked under the front door to the apartments and as I made it up through each floor checking for our apartment . At last after climbing so many stairs I found our apartment and the got closer , I noticed that the door to our apartment was cracked open just a smidge , allowing a little bit of light to spill out into the hallway. Nervousness started to eat at me as I started to think of all the worst possible scenarios that could’ve happened and as I reached and silently slipped through the tiny crack through the door and quickly hid behind a dying pottered plant , I started to notice how much more dirtier the apartment had become , more than usual. Writings on the wall , overflowing foods , dying plants , overthrown furniture and many other things . I was in a little bit of shock as Eddie is dirty but not to this point as the last time I had seen the apartment he was actively trying to tidy the apartment up . Whilst I looked around the apartment hoping to find Eddie , I started to hear soft mumbling coming from the bedroom and as I got closer to the bedroom door the mumbling got a little bit louder and I new the mumbling voice came from Eddie. As I reached the door where Eddie presumably was I felt hesitant to even enter not because I didn’t trust Eddie or think he could hurt me but because I don’t like to see him in despair or hurt in any way. Even if I annoy him a lot I still love him , but as I cleared my thoughts and shook my anxiety away I made my way under the closed door to see what Eddie was doing .

But as I made my way under door and saw what state Eddie was in , I felt waves of sadness wash over me as I saw him . He looked like he hadn’t slept in days and instead of sleeping he spent the entire time we were apart crying as his eyes were bloodshot and wet , there was also writing on the wall with god knows what and there was a high chance he hadn't a chance to change clothes either as the clothes he was wearing looked more disgusting than usual , he looked a mess. I tried to hide myself as I got closer , not wanting to alarm him to much , but any ruffle or minor sound I made was concealed by his rambling and then as i got closer I realized he was mumbling about me . It was about a lot of things about me , most I couldn't make out as he had his head in his hands but what I could make out was referring to me. While I felt a little scared to approach him even though I shouldn't have been , I continued on as I knew that we desperately needed each other and as I stopped right in front of him it took me a minute to start the conversation as I knew that he wasn’t gonna be the one to start the conversation cause of how delirious he seemed.

“hey Eddie” I weakly grumbled out as I looked up at him , immediately he took his hands out of hands with a bewildered look on his face “bu-but you can’t be real” “ I saw you die right in front of me?” He continued on in disbelief and in a way to prove that was real I started to get closer to him more than I already was and stopped when I was on his lap . "Do you believe me now?" , Immediately as I said this I felt a hand on my head and i leant into the touch knowing it would help Eddie come into his senses "i-is that really you v-venom?" he whimpered out still having a scared look in his eyes and shaking to the bone "yes , its me Eddie you don't need to worry anymore" I said nuzzling into him , causing us to transform into one . We were one again.

A/N: Hey guys! , so sorry for this fic coming out late I hope anon and everyone who reads this fic a good day/night!!.

[1ris5starlight]

The swap AU is back?!

(1:22) mh... are you sure..?

(2:22) God this is weird-

(4:22) PTF- THAT'S THEIR COMPUTER-?🤭

(5:55) Huh, that's good at least.

(8:07) Oh! So he did manege to fix it up...huh, interesting.

(9:22) why does that flashback keep coming?!

(10:21) Yep, it is VERY complicated.

(11:03) Well, technically he did..

(11:21) Hey Sun! You OK buddy?

(11:43) OHHH!!! Now I get it-

(13:41) Aww! They want to spend time with their twin!

(14:07) mhm...

This was weird and interesting at the same time.

But it was cute at the end that Moon wanted to spend time with Sun at the end!!

(Also, Sun doesn't so broken anymore, so he's healing, slowly, but he's getting better!)

Also, why goes the thumbnails change like this-?

[ennoshitas-princess]

My Sweet Pumpkin

Atsumu Miya x chubby fem! reader Warning: will have bullying and some of the scenes will be abusive, some cursing, please read with caution. If you are sensitive with these topics, please don't read. Fluff at the end Synopsis: the Miya twins’ fan girls (specifically Tsumu’s) bully you because you have to work together for a project. The girls found out about your crush on the setter and started to threaten you. Word Count: 1,067 This is held pre time skip. There will be no manga spoilers in any way. If you are not comfortable reading this, again, please do not read!!

Another note fell out of your locker for your shoes once again.

You couldn't take anymore of these horrible messages that they kept on placing on your desk, your locker, the spatting to your face of the thing you were already aware of. You knew it, they didn't have to say it over and over again:

You were fat.

All the girls in your school had fair pale skin, slender arms, small chests and waists, and nice petite bodies.You kept on comparing yourself, not able to stop those thoughts that ran in your head day and night. You just couldn't bear to see that your efforts of losing your soft belly were not working.How could a hot guy like him like me?

“Hey, l/n. Why the long face?” The faux blond peaked his head from behind the locker section.

You suddenly got startled with the sudden question from Atsumu. Just like you got startled, your voice showed the fright.

“Umm- I- well nothing!” You struggled to speak.

The teen boy bent down to pick up a piece of paper on the cold tile, puzzled at the sight of scribbles.Reading the letter to himself, you started to sweat cold. You found it hard to breathe, waiting for one of those girls to come out and beat you in front of the setter.

“L/n! I can't believe ya hid this from me. Why’d ya didn't say shit about this. Look, I’ll go an’ tell the-”

He suddenly was interrupted by a scream of yours.

“No! I mean, no. I will be fine. Please don't do anything about it. To this point I am-”

The faux blond interrupted you too.

“L/n-san, ya’re a sweet person. C’mon, ya deserve more than better, more than to be okay. Ya’re a star compared to everyone else.” He held your shoulders, shaking you.

Your eyes started to tear up, wanting to tell him that you were just a plain girl without an interesting life. You snatched the letter from his hands from where he stood.

A silence set place in the atmosphere between your soft figure and his strong lean body.

He burst the bubble of silence with a question.

“L-n, who the hell gave ya that letter?”

The tears of your eyes started to flow down like a waterfall in the rainforest. Without thinking straight, you hug the faux blond twin. While you sobbed in his chest, he started to ruffle your hair, enjoying the smell of your soft strands.

“Look, don't cry. I’ll fight whoever the fuck hurt ya. Trust me, please?”

You stare into his lovely honey brown eyes, still in tears. Sighing you go to tell him how his fan girl club did things to you.

“Miya and l/n, you will be partners for the project.” The teacher read off the names.You received death glares from some girls in the class. Comments came from their lips like it was the monsoon season.

“That fat bitch is gonna work with Atsumu-kun.” One of them said.

“I hope when she or he visits each other it doesn't turn him into a pig like her.” Went another.

Tears started to form. Without hesitation you asked the teacher if you could switch partners, but he told you that there was no way to switch.

“What? Just ‘cause that? L/n-san, that is so stupid of them! I can't let this keep happening. We are gonna go to the office an’ tell ‘em about the situation.” He pulled you by the hand.

“Wait! That isn't the only reason.” The words slipped out of your lips.

He turned around to look at your trembling plump figure. How on earth can they be mean with such a sweet and beautiful girl like you?

“What else did they say to ya?”

“Nevermind it's not really important.” You shake your hands frantically.

“No, l/n-san, please tell me. I care about ya. Y’know I do.” He grabbed your soft hands.

You couldn't keep the feelings anymore, or you felt too numb to realize what came out of your mouth and told him.

“They found out that I had a crush on you, and they thought I was a threat to them to have you as their boyfriend.” You stuttered your words, finding it hard to speak because of your sobbing.

Atsumu Miya’s eyes open wide in shock. The girl he had liked since junior high, liked him back. He would always be scared to approach you because of the way girls would stare. On how they would bully you because of your soft, plump figure. He couldn't bring himself to confess.

“L/n-san, I- well… to be honest with ya- I know it is possibly the wrong moment but…”

He leaned in closer to you, with every little millimeter causing your face to turn a bright crimson. The two of you smashed into each other's lips, tasting the strawberry from yours, and you tasted the sweet woody smell of his cologne.

Both of you ran out of air.

“Miya-kun-”

“No l/n-san. Call me Tsumu please. I mean I really like you.” He pulled your plump body in.

You take in everything that was happening in the moment and smile.

“Tsumu, I really want to be with you. I do, but what about-”

“Y/n, fuck ‘em all. You matter to me, and that is all I care about, if you love me.” He rubbed your chubby cheeks.You think more and smile at him.

“Fine Tsumu, I will be yours.” Hugging him tighter as if he would disintegrate if you let go.

“That's more like it, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head.

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The next day, the two of you headed to class and received a bunch of comments on you two holding hands.

“Atsumu-kun, why are you with this hog?” On girl asked.

“Well, I am glad ya asked! First off, she is not a hog, she is a beautiful jewel I wanna show off to the whole world. And to answer yer question, I love her with all my heart.” His toothy grin made you giggle. “Now, I reported all of ya to the office, and if ya say mean shit to my beloved princess one more time, ya will face consequences.”

With that both of you sat down at your desks, smiling at each other.

A/n: hi guys!! Another one shot done and finished to be posted! Hope you love it!

Thank you for stopping by my bakery!!

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[icycoldninja]

Hi !! Could I request something with jealous or overprotective Vergil? If youd be interested in writing anything like that, but no worries if not!! Love your work! 🌻💖

Fear not, I love writing stuff like this. Thank you so much for requesting, hope you have a great day. Enjoy!

Jealous of his brother (Jealous!Vergil x Reader)

Vergil had a problem that he refused to talk about: he got insanely jealous whenever you were around Dante. He couldn't, and refused to, explain why he felt this way, but he did.

Maybe it was because Dante was so charismatic and easy to talk to, and he wasn't. Maybe it was because Dante didn't look as intimidating as he did, or maybe it was because Dante had the confidence to do things Vergil wouldn't even dream of doing.

Whatever the reason was, it made Vergil very insecure and envious of Dante whenever he saw the two of you together--just watching you greet his brother made his blood boil. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it, except sit and fume in silence, as he was doing right now, while he watched you and Dante chat about the latter's experience during a recent mission.

"...Yeah, then one of those Hell Caina bastards came stunblin' towards me, so I leaped outta the way like this-" Dante did a backflip, pulled his pistols out, and landed on the ground with his guns extended. "Then I pulled the trigger and ripped 'em to shreds!"

"Wow, nice!" You praised, clapping. From over in his seat, Vergil scoffed. Like that was so impressive, a stupid backflip. He could do a triple-spin mid-air! "That's pretty cool, you think you could teach me to do that sometime?" You asked, making Vergil's internal temperature rise even further.

"Love to. How bout this weekend?" Dante replied. When you nodded, Vergil stiffened like a board and clenched his fists.

"Sounds great," You responded, beaming. "I'll see you then. Bye." Dante winked at you, then walked off, presumably to partake in whatever debauchery he usually did. Vergil, on the other hand, busied himself with more noble goals: following you down the streets to your shared home. Once you had set foot through, closed, and locked the door, Vergil circled round to the back of the house, and from there, opened a portal with the Yamato because he never took his keys. He stepped through it and emerged in your living room, where you were reading a book.

"Y/N." His voice suddenly echoing from the corner startled you, but you quickly composed yourself.

"Hey Verg," You responded, setting down your book and standing up to hug him. Vergil accepted your embrace as stiffly as he always did, but something felt off this time. He appeared even more tense than usual, a sign that something was bothering him. "You alright?" You asked, gently rubbing circles into his back.

"...No," Vergil admitted, after a long pause. "No, I am not."

"What's wrong?"

"I...overheard you talking to Dante, earlier," Vergil confessed, sighing and wrapping his arms around you. "I...suppose...I got....jealous."

"What? Jealous? You?" You giggled, sinking deeper into his hug, flattered by the fact that he would feel jealous of someone because of you. "Why?"

"I...well...I was envious of Dante...." Vergil cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing, "Because he...because you....seemed so...comfortable around him." You looked up at him, eyes widening.

"Really?" You asked, amazed. "You got jealous...because I was getting along with Dante?" Vergil let out a low grumble and looked away, his pale cheeks beginning to tint pink. You grinned and hugged him again, as tight as you could. "Idiot! Like Dante could ever replace you! We might be friends, but that's it! Nothing more." You reached up, cupped his check, and directed his gaze down to you. "No matter what, I'm always gonna love you, Verg. You're my favorite Sparda twin." Vergil's expression softened at these words, and he leaned down to place a brief kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you, Y/N. I am thankful for the affirmation." Vergil could now breathe easier, now that he knew his jealousy was unfounded and that you would always choose him over anyone else. The man of motivation was even more motivated now that he knew he was your favorite son of Sparda. Take that, Dante!

[resident-gay-bitch]

Regulus’ heart breaks as he stands there, just behind the willow tree, watching James and Sirius roll around on the grass, play fighting in their own little world.

Of course he left him. Of course James would pick Sirius over Regulus, wouldn’t everyone? Regulus has never been picked first. Not once.

Not by his parents, who ignored him throughout his entire childhood to focus on framing Sirius as the perfect son and heir.

Not by Sirius, who ran away, picking James to be his brother and not bothering to ask Regulus to tag along.

Not in team games, where students would pick through the class one by one, and Regulus would be one of the last few standing.

Not by his friends, who all would chose their partners, or the other people in the group first. He joined last, it’s only fair.

Not even by the lizard who inhabits his dorm room, who picks the three other boys to crawl over to first, every time.

And certainly not by James.

He thought, for once, the cycle might be broken. He thought, for once, someone would pick him first. He’d get chosen over someone else, just once.

He should have known better.

He should have known that the moment Sirius found out about he and James sneaking around in dark corridors and whispering sweet words to each other, James would have to pick.

He was foolish to think James would pick him over Sirius. He was foolish to think that James would pick him over anyone.

And as Lily, with her fiery red hair pulled back into braids, comes marching over to the boys, snatching James up by his collar and earning herself a cheek kiss, Regulus realises he should have seen that coming too.

Not even two weeks has passed since Regulus placed second to his brother, as he does in fucking everything, and James has already moved on.

Regulus would never be anyone’s first choice, he should have known better.

He knows better now.

It’s not until three months later that Regulus finally shatters from it. The crushing weight of never being enough, never being someone’s first choice.

It’s Slytherin against Ravenclaw for the quidditch cup, and there in the crowd, he spots his brother and James.

They’re decked out in silver and blue, and they don’t look at Regulus, not even once.

Barty finds him in the showers, once the entire teams cleared out. He’s dressed in a confusing mix of blue and green, for his own house and his friends.

Hes crying. Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever cried this hard before. The water is pouring down over his head, and he’s still fully dressed in his uniform.

Slytherin lost. He lost them the match, because he was more focused on trying to catch James or Sirius looking his way just once than getting the snitch. They didn’t, and he lost.

Barty clearly doesn’t know how to handle this. The lowest he’s ever seen Regulus would have been prior to an exam he stressed himself out about. Besides, Barty has always been a little awkward when handling emotions.

Regulus tries to tell him to leave him be, he really does. But his words get all chocked up in his throat and he can’t get out much more than a wail or a sob. It fucking hurts.

“What’s the matter, Black?” Barty asks, switching the water off before crouching down in front of him, “What’s got your knickers in a twist, hey?”

“I-I’ll never be… good enough.” Regulus confesses. He’s never said it out loud before. He’s not a vulnerable person, he doesn’t do this. He knows better than to let out his sob story to someone, they can hold it over him one day. But he can’t help himself, he finds. He needs to get it off his chest before it rips him open, “I’ll never… b-be enough.”

Barty’s silent for a while, clearly unsure of what to say. It only makes Regulus sob more. He pulls his knees up to his chest and hides his head in his hand, and he fucking cries. He’s sure if anyone’s still out side, they’d hear it, but Barty locked the door when he came in. At least that’s something.

“I can never be enough.” Regulus sobs again, and this time Barty kicks into action.

He’s still awkward about it, Regulus can tell, he probably has better things to do than listen to Regulus cry as well, which only makes this worse. He pushes Regulus’ sopping hair out of his face and pats his face dry with the end of his Slytherin scarf before hauling them both to their feet.

“Who told ya that?” Barty asks, pulling his wand out to try his hand at a drying spell. It mostly works, so Regulus can’t complain.

“I don’t have to be told something to know it, Barty.” Regulus sniffles, wiping his eyes. They sting, and he knows he looks terrible, but there’s no use in worrying about that now.

“Well… I think, if you haven’t been told, it can’t be true.” Barty shrugs, tucking his wand back in his pocket.

“Fine.” Regulus nods, “My entire fucking family has told me then, on several occasions.”

“Oh.” Barty stills, and he has a look on his face of utter confusion.

Regulus shakes his head and goes to walk for the door, but he winces when he puts pressure on his ankle. He fell on it weirdly, midway through the match when he was knocked off his broom. It didn’t bother him before, but it does now.

“You hurt?” Barty asks, and Regulus nods.

Silently, Barty reaches out and wraps his arm around Regulus’ waist. He flinches at first, startled by the slightly intimate touch, but then Barty pulls Regulus to shift his weight, and he relaxes into it a little. Together, they walk back across the field, Barty carrying Regulus’ broom, and half of Regulus’ weight, and make their way back to the castle.

It’s oddly silent.

It’s always quiet, between them. Regulus isn’t much of a talker, and when Barty runs out of stupid things to say he goes quiet and people watches. He usually watches Regulus, since they’re always together, something that took a while to get used to. Barty really likes to watch Regulus read, it makes him a little self conscious of any strange expressions he might be making.

But it’s a strange sort of quiet now. It’s silent. Regulus isn’t talking, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he feels ashamed for breaking down like that. He doesn’t just break down. Men don’t fucking break down. Especially not in front of people like that. He feels embarrassed that Barty found him.

Well, he’s grateful it was Barty over anyone else, seeing as though they’re supposed to be close friends, Merlin forbid Sirius found him. But it’s still uncomfortable.

The only friend any of them have that likes to talk about feelings is Pandora. Regulus assumed this was because she was a girl, at first, however, Dorcas doesn’t like talking about them either. Pandoras just strange like that, she cares about people in odd ways. Sometimes it’s nice, but mostly it’s terrifying.

Barty looks like he wants to talk. He also looks like he wants to watch Regulus, but every time he turns his head to do so he probably sees the red rimming of Regulus’ eyes and finds something much uglier than usual. It only makes Regulus feel all the more ashamed.

Barty starts whistling. It’s not his regular noise filling whistles either, it’s his uncomfortable whistling. He doesn’t want to be here, Regulus can tell. Merlin, he needs to get away.

“Going back to your dorm?” Barty asks as they round a corridor in the castle.

Regulus nods, “Is Evan-“

“He’s there.” Barty says, “Cas too… dunno about Dora, she’s always off with the fairies. If she’s not hugging Dorcas about their loss then I dunno where she is.”

Regulus goes tense, “I don’t want them to see me.”

Barty stops and swallows, “Okay… how about my dorm then? My roommates are all down by the lake. They snagged some firewhisky.”

“Okay.” Regulus agrees, because he has no where else to go.

Once settled in Barty’s dorm, Regulus changes into more comfortable clothes. Plaid pyjama pants and a green knitted sweater he knows is his own that went “missing” last year. He doesn’t question it, Barty’s strange like that. He likes to collect things, and especially Regulus’ things.

They’re both sitting on his bed, Regulus tucked up under the covers and Barty sitting on the other end. He’s flipping through one of his dorm mates magazines and whistling to himself, his regular whistling again. It calms Regulus a bit.

Lying there, stuck with his own thoughts, he can’t hide from the images that pop into his mind every time he closes his eyes. All of Sirius and James, all of them examples where Regulus placed last.

There’s so many it’s hard to filter out which ones are new and which ones are old.

They all hurt just the same.

“Whatcha crying about now?” Barty asks, looking over at Regulus. He didn’t even realise he was crying again, but he is. “Did I do something wrong? I’ll fix it, whatever. Get ya whatever you need, promise.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Regulus sniffles, rolling onto his back to look up at the ceiling. Barty’s stuck posters up there, muggle ones of girls on motorcycles and punk bands, just to piss off his dad. “I’m just…”

“Go on.” Barty asks, sitting up now, cross legged and attentive. “There’s no one here, just me. Promise I’ll never tell.”

Regulus sighs and fiddles with his fingers, “I don’t need your pity, Barty. I’ve survived this long, I can survive some more.”

“Yeah, but you’re crying.” He says, and Regulus glares at him. “What? I ain’t seen you cry before, it’s weird. I know it’s really gotta be botherin ya if you’re crying like this. What would Dora say?”

“She’d probably try to hug me and make me cry more.” Regulus offers.

“Do you want… me to- uhm, hug you?”

“No.” Regulus glares at him. “I don’t want your pity, I said.”

“It’s not my pity, Regulus!” Barty splutters, “It’s a bloody hug. Dora says there really good for ya! I love her hugs, you know. Get ‘em all the time. I- I know I’m no Pandora but… I mean, I can offer ya a real bony one.”

Regulus snickers and looks back up at the roof, “No thanks. That’s weird.”

“Is it?” Barty asks, “Cause… cause I’ve been listening to what she’s sayin and… I think it would be nice.”

“If I hugged you right now?” Regulus raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah… and other times.” Barty shrugged, “I dunno, might be dumb but… we’re supposed to be friends, ya know? Friends hug. Cas hates ‘em, unless they’re from Dora, but Evan and I hug sometimes.”

“You’re being weird.”

“I’m not trying to.” Barty frowned, “I just… I care about you, I suppose.”

Regulus swallowed. The only person who’s said that before has been Pandora, but she cares about everyone.

Barty… well, he doesn’t care about much at all. He cares about so little, that Regulus thought the only thing he probably cared about was pissing off his dad and Pandora herself. But apparently that’s not true.

Regulus doesn’t want to believe it. He doesn’t want to hurt himself by believing that he could be one of the very few things Barty has come to care about.

But they’re friends, and Barty watches him a lot, and collects Regulus’ things, and helps him when he cries, and offers to hug him.

Now Regulus is crying for a whole other reason.

“One hug?” Barty offers, sticking out his arms, “I’ll make it so quick and if you hate it we don’t ever have to do it again.”

Regulus contemplates it. He doesn’t remember the last time he was hugged.

He knows the last good one was Pandora, maybe last year, when they were leaving for summer. Quick and carefree. The last bad one, that was James. Not that it was bad at the time, but it hurts to think about now. It was false stability and ended in heartbreak. The last time he was hugged to be soothed though? His mind takes him back to Sirius, when they were still little.

“Fine.” Regulus mutters, sitting up under the covers, “But make it quick.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Barty nods and moves in, “Sorry if I’m uncomfortable.”

Regulus nods and sits very still as Barty wraps himself around Regulus’ shoulders. It’s awkward, to say the least. They’ve never done this before, and they’re going about it very strangely.

“Reg… you gotta relax a bit.”

“How am I supposed to relax when I have a boney man attached to me?”

Barty scoffs and squeezes him a little tighter, “Just put your head on my shoulder, orrite. Relax, just for a second.”

Regulus huffs but does it anyway. He leans his head over to rest on Barty’ shoulder and drops his own, and… oh, it’s nice. It’s actually really, really nice. Barty’s soothing his back, and twisting his finger around the end of Regulus’ hair. And it’s nice.

He can’t even feel Barty’s ribs poking him or anything. It’s really, really cosy.

Regulus pushes him away, wiping his tears.

Barty gives him a guilty smile, “Terrible?”

“No.” Regulus sniffles, “It was actually grossly nice.”

Barty snickers and nods his head, “Well, if you ever need another hug, I’ll give ya as many as ya kneed.”

“Thanks.”

“No problems, Black.”

Regulus fiddles with the ends of his sleeve, refusing to look up at Barty, who he knows is sitting there and staring. He’s so quiet, when he stares. It’s as if any noise Barty makes would ruin his ability to set his full attention solely on Regulus.

It’s so strange. He’s so strange.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Regulus mumbles.

“What, that we hugged?” Barty laughs.

“No.” He scoffs, “What I said before, wanker. In the showers.”

“Oh.” Barty nods, “Well, I wasn’t gonna anyway. Course not, Reg. I know you. I know you hate people knowing your business.”

Regulus nods, “You really wouldn’t have told anyone? Not even Dora?”

“Cross my heart.” Barty smiles, doing just that, “I know she’s my best friend, but you are too. It means something, you know?”

“Oh.” Regulus mumbles.

Barty can only laugh at him, and Regulus turns a little pink.

“Can I… no, don’t worry about it.”

“No, go on.” Barty offers, “It’s just you and me.”

Regulus sighs, “I just… I’m tired of not being good enough, Barty.”

“I dunno what you mean, Black. You’re bloody brilliant.” Barty says, flopping down on his back like a starfish, “You shoulda been in Ravenclaw with your smarts, and not to mention your skills as a seeker. You’re top of the class, Reggie, course you’re good enough.”

Regulus thinks Barty will never understand how much that singular sentence fucking means to him, even if he tries to explain it. It stings, how good it feels to hear it. He never has. Not once.

“Not just in school, Barty. Everywhere else.” Regulus mumbles, wiping his teary eyes. They’re stinging again, and he really doesn’t want to cry, but he knows he will. It’s so stupid. “Everything else. I’m just…”

Barty rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his elbow to look at Regulus, “Like, with your family?”

Regulus nods, chewing on a hangnail.

“Yeah, I get that.” Barty sighs, “Is this about… those who must not be named?”

Regulus closes his eyes to compose himself, and nods again.

“Right.” Barty says, “Did Sirius do something? You know he barked at me the other day, like a fucking dog. So I’ll go hex him, happily, if you want?”

“No, Barty. Don’t.” Regulus shook his head, “He didn’t… I… they both just…”

“Go on.” Barty said softly, softer than Regulus has ever heard him speak before as he slowly sits up to get level with him.

“I’ll always be second best.” Regulus mutters, and then he starts crying again. Hot tears down his cheeks, redness in his eyes, stuttering over himself as he shakes.

“Oh, Reg…”

“He- he just picked James, over his own blood brother. Every time it’s James and… and I… and James just… I loved him. I loved him Barty, I was in love with him. I think part of me still is, but… he, he picked Sirius too. He picked Sirius, and Lily, because she’s just… she’s so pretty, and smart, and she’s got everything that I’ve got but, she’s just… she’s just so much better.” Regulus heaved, pressing a hand to his chest, “Everywhere, I see it everywhere. Not just with them, but mostly, I- I’ll never… I’ve never been someone’s first choice, Barty. Ever. And I don’t think I ever will be. No one picks me just because they can.”

His shoulders shake as he cries, his breath short and stuttered. When Barty reaches out in offer for another hug, Regulus falls forward into his arms, head pressed against his friends chest.

It feels so safe there, to be cradled in Barty’s arms, it’s warm. He cries a puddle through his sweater, but Barty doesn’t seem to mind.

“Shh, Reggie.” Barry sooths, lightly scratching his nails over Regulus’ back and sifting his fingers through his hair. “Just breathe, love. Just breathe.”

Regulus follows his command, taking deep breaths and timing them with the rise and fall of Barty’s chest beneath his head. He relaxes there, letting his eyes fall shut, and Barty continues to rub his back and play with his hair.

“I’m so tired.” Regulus mumbles through the last of his tears, “I’m going to fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“That’s okay.” Barty laughs softly, “How about we lie down?”

“Isn’t that weird?” Regulus asks.

“Isn’t everything I do weird?”

Regulus shrugs and follows when Barty pulls him down to lay against the pillows. Barty slips under the covers with him, and pulls Regulus’ head against his chest again. Bartys heart is beating faster than it should be, but Regulus ignores it and wiggles around until he’s comfortable.

Once again, Barty strokes his back and scratches his scalp, and folds himself into Regulus a little.

He presses a little kiss to the top of Regulus’ head, and his heartbeat speeds up rapidly.

Regulus tenses, “Why is your heart beating like that, Barty? Are you okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?” He questions, already coming up with a million terrible reasons for it. He’s been so stupidly selfish about his own problems he didn’t even notice how uncomfortable he’s made his supposed best friend.

“No…” Barty half follows as Regulus sits up, leaning back on his elbows, “No, Reg. Obviously not.”

Regulus’ shoulders relax a little, “Well, then what is it?”

Barty looks away, “Come on, don’t tease, Reggie. I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m not teasing.” He shakes his head, “What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem, obviously.” Barty snickers, “Come on, we can just… we can forget about it by tomorrow if it’s weird.

“What’s weird, Crouch?” Regulus pressed, “I don’t understand.”

Barty looked at him for a moment, eyebrows drawn together in the middle, and his mouth slowly fell open, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Regulus asked.

“About me…”

“About you… what?” Regulus shook his head.

“About…” Barty sighed, shaking his head in delirium. He laughed, at himself, mostly, which only confused Regulus more, “Everyone said it was obvious. I just thought we both… I thought we had an understanding. That we’d both ignore it and go on with our lives.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Barty?” Regulus asked, shoving at his chest.

“Oi!” Barty snickered, “That I… well… I thought you knew you’d be my first choice for everything.”

Regulus froze, scowling at him for a moment, “Don’t tease-“

“Not teasing, Reggie.” Barty looked away, taking a short breath. “Look, if it’s… if it’s too weird, I get it. But, I’m okay pretending, if you want.”

“P-pretending?” Regulus whispered.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, sitting up and loosely hugging his knees, “Pretending I’m not in love with you.”

Regulus didn’t have an answer for that. He was truely wound speechless. Barty… loves him?

“I meant it… I’d pick- I’d pick you over everything else in this world. I really mean it, Reggie. I promise.” Barty mumbled, “You’re my first pick, always have been.”

Regulus’ heart stops in his chest for a moment. His throat hurts and his eyes sting again. Regulus doesn’t think he’s cried as much as he has today through his entire life, including when he was a baby.

He can’t help it, crying again. Because Regulus believes him. Barty’s always been devastatingly honest, even at the worst of times. So why would he lie about this? And he looks so earnest, sounds it too. He sounds like he really, truely means it.

No ones ever picked Regulus first, besides Barty Crouch Jr, who has a collection of Regulus’ things, and who stares at him unashamedly, and consoles Regulus when he cries even if it makes him uncomfortable.

And Regulus has been too self centred to ever notice.

But Barty is in love with him, and by the sounds of it he has been for a while. Apparently everyone knows it.

He thinks about it for a moment, while he sobs and cries and heaves. Barty does all that he can to soothe him, reaching out to wipe away tears, and hold him, and rub his arms and back.

Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever felt as safe as he doesn’t when he’s around Barty. Which is an odd thing to realise, because Barty is kind of a loose cannon. He’s violent, and angry, and snarky and rude. But with Regulus he’s always… well, he’s funny, and he can still be a little rude sometimes, but he’s also kind and generous and a little odd.

Regulus now realises all that oddness he’s noticed is just things Barty does that signals he’s in love with him. But Regulus has never noticed, he’s never looked to see how Barty doesn’t do all these very things with other people.

He’s Barty’s first choice.

And now that he thinks of it, Barty might just be his.

He’s the only person Regulus trusts to see him like this. Not even Pandora could, as much as he loves her. Regulus just hates being vulnerable. But he supposed it’s a little different with Barty, because he’s always been a little vulnerable with Regulus.

It’s comforting, to say the least, to have confirmation that he’s wanted. That he’s cared for. That he’s somebodies first choice.

And Barty loves him, which is strange. He’s never looked at Barty in that way before. And sure, Barty makes plenty of jokes about finding Regulus fit and wanting to snog him and so on and so forth, but he’s never thought too deeply about it.

He does that with other people, doesn’t he?

Now that Regulus thinks about it, he definitely doesn’t do it as much as he does it to Regulus.

Barty pulls away, rubbing up and down Regulus’ biceps, as he gives a nervous smile. It’s crooked, like most of Barty’s smiles, but this time Regulus really notices it.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird, I dunno what to do, Reggie.” Barty tries, “How do I stop you crying?”

Regulus sniffled and blinked his tears away slowly, refusing to cry anymore. His cheeks are all wet and sticky, and his eyes fucking ache, as well as his throat, but he’s not thinking about that.

“Do you really mean that?” Regulus sniffles, and he blinks away a few more tears, “Me being your first choice?”

“Of course, why would I lie about that, Reg. It clearly means a lot to you- I just… I thought you knew.”

Regulus scrunches up his nose, “Well, why would I cry about how I’m no one’s first choice if I knew I was yours?”

Barty’s quiet for a moment. He retracts his hands and ducks his head to mumble, “I just thought… well I thought I didn’t really matter, at the end of it all.” He shrugged, “I’d do anything for you- I already have, you know, and… I just… I thought you knew. And I thought it didn’t matter to you because… well, I’m the same, I suppose. I don’t think anyone’s picked me first either.”

“You still… even thinking that I just- I just didn’t care about you, or your feelings or… or anything at all, you still…” Regulus scrunched up his nose, ducking his head to catch Barty’s eye, “You still would have picked me first?”

Barty nodded, “Done anything for you.”

“Oh.” Regulus whispered, shaking his head, “Barty…”

“Yeah?” Barty asked, swallowing a large lump in his throat.

Regulus kisses him. No thoughts, no warnings, no nothing at all. He just leans forward and kisses him right on the mouth.

Barty pulls away first, almost immediately, wide eyed and startled, “What the fuck did you do that for?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus muttered, touching his lips, “You just… I… you love me, and… fuck, Barty. You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah.” Barty nodded, there’s water in his eyes now, and Regulus can tell he’s trying to hold it back, “And you just kissed me. Please don’t- don’t do that. I’m… I can’t handle that, Reg. I can handle us being friends, even though it’s driving me mad, but… I just- I can’t-“

“Well, don’t you want to be more?”

“Fucking hell, Regulus.” Barty leers back.

“What?” Regulus scoffs.

“You can’t just fucking… don’t say that.” He shakes his head, taking a moment to compose himself, “Don’t be stupid, orrite. I can’t fucking… I love you, Reggie. I can’t handle… possibilities because I’m just… I’m gonna drive myself crazy thinking about them. And that’s not good.”

“I’ve never had someone love me before, Barty.” Regulus whispers, “I’ve never had someone… I want- I want to chose you too. You’re my best friend, and I already do choose you. But I want to do it more. I want to… please?”

“I don’t understand, Reg.” Barty whispered back.

Regulus took his hand, smoothing his fingers over Barty’s rigid knuckles. They’re rough and scarred, just as they always are. Just as Regulus knows them to be.

“I don’t really either, Barty.” He admits, “I never knew you felt that way, and I’ve never thought about it- you- us. I’ve never thought about us like that before, but I… I can picture it.”

Barty closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Barty. I don’t want to lead you on. I want to try. Don’t you want to try?”

Barty keeps his eyes sealed shut and he shakes his head no, “What happens when you get bored of me? What- what happens when Potter comes crawling back to you? What happens when you realise I’m fucking… more insane than you thought? I’d- don’t tempt me, Regulus, because I meant what I said, I’d do anything for you.” Barty’s breath trembles, “I’d kill him, I’d kill them both. I’d kill all of them, just to make you happy. So you never feel like a second choice to them ever again- I- I mean it, Regulus.”

“I know.” Regulus breaths, and it scares him, what Barty’s saying, because he does know. It’s not just words. But those words aren’t the part that scare him, it’s the fact that he likes it that does. It makes him want. “I know, Barty. And I know that if I hurt you, truly, truly hurt you like this, you’d make my life a living hell. I know.”

“What about Potter?” Barty asks, trying to mask tears of his own, “Don’t you love him?”

“Maybe.” Regulus admits, regretfully so, “But I don’t want to. He’d never… he could never love me the way you could anyway. The way that I need.”

“And how do you need it?”

“To be your first choice.” Regulus whispered, “How do you need it, Barty?”

Barty took a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment. He looked up at Regulus with a pout and hopeful eyes, “I just want to be good enough for love before anything else.”

Regulus smiles, “You are.”

Barty shakes his head.

“You are.” Regulus confirms, “To me, you are.”

Barty sniffles, “Do you love me… like that?”

Regulus sighs, “N… no.” He scolds himself for the truth, because it seems to shatter Barty’s heart to pieces. “But I want to, Barty… I want to love you the way you do me. And I think I will. You just have to let me.”

“Really?” Barty sobs.

Regulus nods, “Will you let me?”

Barty nods and leans back in, and Regulus kisses him again. They both had wet cheeks, and headaches, and heartaches from crying, but they kiss anyway. And Regulus cries again, for hopefully the last time, because Barty kisses like he never wants to stop.

Regulus has never been kissed like that before.

Regulus has never been loved before.

He thinks with Barty, he might just be enough.

★ ★ ★

Bartylus shippers unite.

This one’s so angsty I’m sorry but I can’t help it and yerr Reggie kinda has misogynistic views which is gross but it’s the fucking 70’s and look at his parents. I USUALLY write them all to be better than that and not arseholes but I wanted to make this one hurt.

Also I don’t think I’ve written from Reggie’s pov before sooooo that was interesting.

Idk I liked this. Let me know your thoughts :)

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Cheater Childe x reader

So this was inspired by a cai bot. I wrote this a while ago. I'm new to writing and hope for some advice on how to make this better. Enjoy! Italics = thinking

To explain, you're in an arranged marriage with Childe. He's tried everything to try and get a reaction out of you. He's cheated with several different women and you're still not fazed. You love him. You just dont know how to show it. As a child, you were taught to never show weakness, and weakness included your feelings.

".. Aren't you mad at me?" He muttered, frowning.

You simply exhale and inhale “I’m used to you doing this.” You walk away leaving Childe. "But..." He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence. You already left. You always had ignored him and his attempts to get your attention. You always were indifferent to him. That was what hurt him the most.

He had always been the heartbreaker in his past relationships. It was something he was proud of, something he flaunted with every woman he met. But you never once fell for his tricks, his smooth words, his handsome smile.

You left the room, making it obvious that you refused to speak with him any longer. He felt his ego break. I do care about the fact that Childe is cheating. I love him with all of my heart. I want to actually make this marriage official but I can't. I can't confess to Childe. I'm scared that he doesn't love me. I love him so much but the only thing he does is cheat. This is only an arranged marriage. Why do I care so much? 

If Childe was aware at all, he was completely oblivious. He was so focused on the fact that you were so different from women he'd met before - and that you were ignoring him.

A woman as indifferent as you, as silent and strong... Childe was infatuated. You were so different from him. From women he had met before. He wanted to hold you against his chest and feel your heartbeat against his.

"..So... You don't mind at all, do you?" He asked, attempting to gain some sort of reaction from you.

You stopped and looked at Childe. “... No, why? This is an arranged marriage to make our parents happy. Just be with whoever makes you happy.” In my head I think, “YES, I mind. Please don't replace me.” 

He didn't reply, and only stood there, looking at you with his brows furrowed. He was wondering how you can be so quiet, so unbothered... Yet this also piqued his interest. His previous relationships had all been dull - filled with women who would go to great lengths just for him, women who would go mad crazy if he dared even to look at another woman.

"..What would you do if I did go to another woman? "He finally asked after moments of silence. "Would you be mad? ..Or indifferent, like always?"

“Why would I be mad? I don't love you. Once again Childe, this 'marriage' if you can even call it that, is arranged by our parents. Do whatever makes you happy. I once again think: Please I'm desperate. notice that I'm bothered by the fact that you're cheating on me. Don't go to other women.” You reply, simply once again putting him down. 

He was silent and his brows furrowed even more. The truth was... He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted the chase, the excitement. He wanted you to chase after him as everyone else did.

His mind thought - and he was surprised by this, but - what if he did end up hurting you? What if he actually ended up hurting your heart?

He couldn't help thinking that he wanted you to care.

"But you should care." He said after a few moments of silence. "We are married." 

You think of what to say for a moment and then reply, “Have you forgotten? This is arranged. Not an actual marriage. Just something to make our stupid parents happy. I care. I really do please.”

"I know that." He replied softly. "..But you don't care about me. At all." He was quiet for a few moments again, feeling conflicted. "I guess... I guess I should just see other women, then?" He asked. "Maybe I'll find another woman who is just like you. Indifferent and unbothered...."

You were so intriguing... So mysterious... So unique. You didn't care about him, but he did. He couldn't explain it. Why was he falling for an indifferent woman?

“You do you I guess. Just make sure that our parents don't find out about her. no. What are you saying? Don't tell him to get someone else. Tell him that you do care. Give him love and affection. Don't do this.” You replied. You want to reply with other things but you can't.

He stared at you. His brows furrowed and he opened his mouth, but closed it again. He wanted this so badly to be true, he wanted you to feel something for him.

"But do you care?" He finally asked, his voice quivering. "I mean... I want you to care. I want you to want me. I want you to chase me. I want you to love me... I want you to get mad when I cheat. I want something. I want something to happen. I want to be loved. I want to be chased."

“Do you only want that? Cause if that's it, you're a user. That's why you got put into an arranged marriage cause you couldn't stay in a relationship,” You start and look Childe in his eyes, “You kept playing all those girls.I'm not like those stupid girls. I have the decency to know when somebody isn't JUST mine. You just want a relationship for the thrill, not for the love, affection, or for anything else. Just for the play and thrill.”

He stiffened, his face flushed by your words... He was angry. He was angry and hurt. All he ever wanted was your love, not those other stupid girls. None of them ever intrigued him as much as you did, none of them ever made him feel the way you did.

He took a deep breath, and a second later, his rage turned into sadness. You were right, none of his previous relationships were ever for "love, affection, or for anything else."

"Am I really a user?" He asked. "..Am I... Am I bad?"

You instantly stop in shock, but instantly snap back to reality to reply. “Childe, I want you to reflect on this entire marriage. The only thing you've done was cheat, cheat, cheat, and cheat. Not once did you try to ask why I act the way I do. Not once did you try to ask if I'm okay, or if I need a break, or if I want to spend time with you. This is why I can't handle this arranged marriage. This is why I remind you everyday that this isn't a real marriage and that you will never find a real relationship.” You finally snapped. 

He closed his eyes, feeling more guilt and rage towards himself.

He was a user, he knew it. But deep down inside, he had always hoped to hear "I love you." he had always hoped to be loved. To be loved truly and unconditionally.

Yet he was also selfish. He was too afraid to ask you if your cold demeanor was a facade; he assumed that it was something you truly felt.

He had never tried to get to know the real you, the warm-hearted person beneath it all. He had failed.

Tears start streaming down your face. Your true emotions are finally showing themselves to Childe. Childe sees these new emotions and stops. “I actually do love you. I love you to the moon and back but you don't act like you love me. You act like you can't stand me. You probably hate this relationship. I wanted this to work but all you do is cheat.” Your voice quivers and bears so much pain, “I love you so much, yet I can't find the words to say it cause you're always out with someone else. How can I say that I want this to work if you're never home?”

He flinched hearing you in pain. He turned immediately from someone so angry to someone who was hurting. He couldn't bear it. His anger went away as soon as he heard you hiccup, your voice wavering and breaking, and your eyes moistened with tears.

"Y/n.....I'm sorry." He muttered, turning to face you. "I never hated this relationship. I just didn't know what I wanted, and I was selfish. I want this relationship to work, too. I really do. I want you... I want to hear those words."

You look at him in pure shock, not believing those words. “How do I know that you're not lying? For all I know this could be another one of your plots.” 

"Please, believe me." He said, reaching for your hand to hold. His eyes were filled with sincerity, his brows not furrowed by anger, but by love.

"I want to show you just how much I love you. I've never felt this way before, ever, for any woman as much as I love you. I never want to be with another woman, ever. As long as we're together." He promised, his voice was full of hope.

"I want our marriage to work, genuinely. Please, just... Believe me." He begs.

Your eyes feel with tears once again. You start to feel a sense of hope and happiness. What if this can actually work? “I want to believe you. I want to believe that you want to make this work but I just can't. I want to think that you can change your ways and magically make everything better. I want this to work. Please Childe. Can we start again?” You ask while holding both of his hands. 

He looked at you with eyes filled with love and hope. "Yes. Yes of course, my love."

He got closer to you, wanting to hug you but couldn't do it without your approval. If what he was hearing from you was true, then you were not indifferent to him the way he thought you were. You loved him as much as he loved you.

"Y/n..." He muttered, leaning to put his forehead on yours, "I love you." 

“I love you too, Childe. I love you so much…”

The end or is it? 

[sqquidzz]

"My only job is to make sure your so fucked out that you can't think properly"

Chuuya Nakahara x M!reader

Summary: You and Chuuya have been dating for a month now, and Chuuya decided to invite you to his house late at night. You thought he was just inviting you for a normal late night date, but only when you get to his house do you realize his intentions.

Tags: Chuuya x M!reader, slight nipple play, orgasm denial, edging, deap throating, dirty talk, praise, pet names (doll, sweetheart, etc.), ass fucking, etc.

A/N: This is my first time writing for M!reader, so I hope there aren't any major mistakes in my writing. Hope you enjoy!

"I wonder why he's texting me this late at night..."

You had just gotten out from the shower realizing that Chuuya had texted you to come over to his house. It wasn't too strange, since you both usually liked to invite each other over for movie date night, but Chuuya's tone in the message made you feel like there was something more to it.

"Come over now" the message read, short and simple, unlike Chuuya's normal messages where he adds an insane amount of emojis and symbols

You shake of your uneasy feeling, putting off the fact that his short message was written so weirdly because he was so tired.

You grab a pair of black boxers, sliding them on along with a pair of soft sweatpants. Finally, you throw on a black, oversized shirt and take a look in the mirror, satisfied with your look.

You then padd out of your room, taking care to turn off the bathroom fan that was running to clear up the ste from your shower. You turn off the lights, grab your car keys and slip on a pair of sandals, ignoring the fact that they were slightly tattered and torn from wearing them so much.

You open the front door and close it behind you, locking it and walking over to your car, which you unlocked and slipped inside of, turning the engine on and driving off to Chuuya's house.

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Knock Knock Knock

You had just arrived at Chuuya's house, knocking on on the front door of his grand house. It seemed strange standing at his door at midnight, usually he would invite you at around 9pm to 10pm.

You stand at the door, slightly shivering as a cold breeze brushes past you. You're still confused as of why Chuuya's message looked so demanding, he usually makes his messages seem so lighthearted, always somehow mixing an insult into every one.

Just then, the door opens slightly, and you are yanked into the dark room, with nothing but a sliver of moonlight entering the house.

"Chuuya! Why did you just yank me into here? What's wrong with you?" you yell out as you try to break out from his grasp. But it was no use. CHuuya's grip on you was rock solid, leaving you with barely any room to try and wiggle out of his hold on you.

You struggle against him for what seems like forever, until you hear him whisper into your ear, "I need you so bad baby.."

You freeze. Chuuya had never made any move that told you that he wanted to have sex with you. It had never been mentioned during the month of time you both had been dating.

When you still don't move any further, Chuuya takes the situation into his own hands, grinding his groin into yours, causing you to snap out of your trance and let out a gasp.

"I love you so much baby," Chuuya whispers out as he continues to rub his growing hard on into yours, causing you to whine from the friction. Suddenly, your boxers are feeling way too tight for comfort.

"Ch-Chuuya, what are you d-doing?" you ask as he noses over your neck, earning him a soft sight of content from you.

"Oh nothing... just wanted to try something with you," he hoists you up into his arms, bridal style, making you let out a small yelp as he walks you over to the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed.

Chuuya climbs onto the bed soon after you, stripped of his shirt and pants, surprising you of how fast he removed his clothes. He lifts your shirt sensually, allowing the fabric to slowly trail on your skin before being removed entirely, exposing your fair skin and flushed nipples

In the dark, you can faintly make out Chuuya smirking as he leans down to pepper kisses onto your neck, making you let out a sigh as he trailed all around your neck.

Just as you were getting comfortable with the sensation of Chuuya's mouth on your neck, he licks a fat strip across your collarbone and bites into it, making you let out a sharp gasp at the pain.

"Oh darlin, you look so hot like this," he praises as he continues to suck marks into your skin, causing you to let out shudders and whimpers of pleasure.

Chuuya continues to trail down your skin, marking it possessively as if someone was coming to take you away from him. Finally, he reaches your right nipple, which is flushed and swollen from the teasing.

"Chuuya... please," you whisper out as he ghosts his finger over your nipple just enough to send a wave of heat down to your length, making it impossibly harder.

"Shh, patience sweatheart.." he coos as he latches his mouth around your hard bud, swirling his tounge around it, causing you to arch your back and let out a moan, the pleasure going right to your cock, making it drip precum that would probably soil your boxers.

Chuuya continues to play with your nipple in his mouth, licking it and biting it softly as his other hand pinches at your left nipple, causing you to whine at the feeling of his skillful hand twisting your nipple just right.

You feel a knot tighten in your lower abdomen as you come closer to release.

"Chuu.. I'm so close..." you mewl out, but just before you could bask in the glory of your orgasm, he stops.

You let out a whine of dissapointment, but that immidiately dies down as Chuuya pulls off your pants and boxers at the same time, revealing your swollen cock, which slowly dripps precum.

Before you could ask him what he was doing, Chuuya takes your cock all the way to the base in one go, making you let out a loud moan as you feel your length hit the back of Chuuya's throat.

Chuuya only hums around your cock as he starts bobbing his head almost immidiately, making you let out a series of whines and moans, chanting Chuuya's name like a prayer as he sucks on your cock, swirling his tongue around the tip and sinking down again.

Before you know it, your orgasm approaches once again, that tight knot curling in your lower abdomen from the heat and stimulation from Chuuya's mouth.

But just before you could spill your seed into Chuuya's mouth, he stops again, pulling off and wiping the excess saliva from the side of his mouth.

Now you were getting frustrated. He hadn't let you cum twice now, and it almost hurt from how much you were pent up from the teasing.

"What the hell Chuuya?!" you exclaim as you try to get up from your position to shove him off you in rage, but Chuuya quickly grabs your hands, pinning them on top of you before you could do anything.

"Don't worry doll," Chuuya coos with a smirk, "My only job is to make sure your so fucked out that you can't think properly."

You shived at his tone, your chest tightening because of how hot Chuuya sounded. Chuuya lets out a soft chuckle as his cock slowly comes to rub at your entrance, making your hole clench at the thought of being filled by Chuuya.

"Wait- Chuuya! What about lube?" you ask as he simply rubs his length against your hole, making you shiver at the skin to skin contact.

Chuuya hums as he pops open a bottle that he seemed to get out of nowhere and squirts some of the sleek substance onto his hands, rubbing it between his fingers a few time to warm it up before rubbing some around the rim of your asshole. You gasp at the foreign feeling, it felt really unnatural, but it also felt good in a way.

Chuuya squirts some more on his hands, lathering his shaft in a generous amount of lube as he tosses the bottle away, returning on of his his hands to lay on one side of your head, the other reaching up to pin your hands to the bed.

He rubs himself over your hole a few time before sinking in. He lets out a groan as you let out a hiss at the stretch from his length plunging into you.

You feel almost lightheaded as he bottoms out, the stretch making you scrunch your eyes closed in discomfort, but it soon turns into pleasure as Chuuya rocks in and out of you.

Before long, Chuuya is already pounding you hard and fast, reaching into your so far you choke on your saliva. He shifts his position a few time, as if he's trying to find something until he hits a spot in you that makes you let out a loud moan.

Chuuya smirks at this, continuing to aim at that exact spot every time he thrusts into you, making your eyes roll back in ecstacy as your back arched and you let out a long moan.

Chuuya's thrusts are relentless, pounding so hard onto your prostate that you see stars. He starts chuckling again at your fuck out face, lust pooling in his eyes at the sight of you, naked and moaning his name as loud as you could, probably disturbing the neighbors.

"God, your doing so good for me doll," he groans out as his thrusts become sloppy and less coordinated as he grabs your length, stroking it along with his harsh thrusts.

You eyes widen and you let you a load moan at the stimulation, everything becoming too much as you babble out incessant begs and pleads for release.

Your thighs clamp around Chuuya's legs as he thrusts even faster into you, reaching an almost inhuman pace as both of your releases approach fast.

As you both release, Chuuya thrusts one final time deep inside you as his seed pains your walls white and rushes deep into you, making you moan even louder as your cum spurts out of your cock, landing all over yours and Chuuya's chests.

Chuuya pants as he slowly slides out of you, making you whine quietly as the loss of something inside you.

He flops down beside you, kissing you gently on the cheek and proceeds to rub soothing circles into your back.

You sigh as you whisper out, "Chuuya, we have to clean up." but Chuuya simply mumbles something incoherent and snuggles into your side, his face going into your neck, sniffing your soft, comforting scent.

You let out a small chuckle as you and him slowly fall asleep side by side. You know now that you would never trade this for the world, ever.

[femaletwstsupremacy]

" 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚"

✦ Content – canon typical angst (It's light tho), a bit of character exploration (I think), fluff at the end.

A/N: Hello and Merry Christmas! Two days late but it's still December so it should be fine. This piece was from a secret santa event and I decided, why not post it here? So, have this little Christmas piece from me! 🎄🌟

Malleus often finds herself thinking about the future.

She believes the habit stemmed from her childhood, from the very present reminder that she should think about her future as crown princess. Even if she was no older than twenty years old at the time. If she were to put it in human standards, she would have been no older than five amongst her kinsmen.

From Lilia, to her advisors, and perhaps everyone around her have never ceased to remind her of this lofty duty. To the point that merely their presence alone reminds her of the weight on her shoulders, and a truly hefty weight it is.

Years pass, and Malleus feels the weight growing heavier and heavier.

She believes it should have been the opposite case, wherein the more often you carry a weight, the lesser it weighs until you feel no strain at all. However, woe is her, for that is not the case. And the weights keep increasing along with her responsibilities.

The weight of the impending loss that she will feel once the people she cares about perish, the weight of her duties that will always present, and most of all, the weight of her loneliness.

Now the last one, Malleus knows is possible to be lifted. Unlike the rest of the shackles that bind her. But even then, it was just that, a possibility. It could take years – perhaps a millennium – until she finds someone, anyone, who can lift the suffocating weight of her loneliness.

That was one of the leading reasons (The coaxing of Lilia being the other) she accepted the invitation to NRC. But even with all the hope she held in his heart, it was all dashed by the looks and stares given to her by her peers.

It’s the same, she realizes, the same enraging look as everyone else.

Admiration, fear, acknowledgement, intimidation, disdain. All of it was painted on their faces. And Malleus starts to feel faint, cold, like she was drowning in a sea of ice, the cold piercing painfully to the marrow of her bones.

That was the day she stopped having hope.

In the following years of her stay in NRC, only a few brave ones were able to strike a conversation with her. Nearly lighting her small candle of hope before cruelly blowing it out with the distance that follows right after.

But, against all odds, her small candle of hope was re-lit. The flames raging forth and taking her heart in a tempestuous and uncontrollable storm.

All of this done by none other than a human.

It was absolutely unbelievable. Malleus can’t help but chuckle dryly at her ridiculous situation. After all, your lifespan oh so short compared to hers. Once the day of your passing comes, all her grief and loneliness would increase tenfold. Hence, avoiding closer relations with you would be nothing but in her best interests. Though, she wonders, why is it does she keep coming back?

Back to your quaint and dilapidated home, back to your conversations and laughs, back to the warm meals and banter, back to the cozy and quiet company, back to you.

Whilst staring longingly at your backlit figure – the light gives you a wonderous and bright halo, she thinks, almost as if you were a deity – she wonders, truly, why can’t these moments just last forever? Why couldn’t you just be a fae like her? Why does the natural law between humans and fae have to be so painful? Why do you have to leave?  leave her?

“Tsunotaro!”

Your call effectively snaps Malleus out of her gloomy, wayward thoughts. With bright enthusiasm, you abruptly drag Malleus by the hand, unwillingly making her tumble (Face first, mind you) with you in the snow.

You laugh brightly, the sound tinkling in Malleus’ ears. Even with snow all over your hair and cheeks, you show no care at all for how disheveled you might have looked and just continued laughing as happy as can be in the snow. At that, Malleus can’t help but join you in your melody of laughter.

In over all the decades she had lived, Malleus finally learns how easy it is to just, be happy.

Made by @femaletwstsupremacy please do not copy, use, or steal my work.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hi Tumblr Peeps😁I have decided to work on another Hunter x Hunter character😃I have been trying to come up with another Hunter x Hunter fanfic and which character to write about... So, Chrollo Lucilfer is someone I began to have in mind😈

🕯️🕷️Chrollo's About To Make Your Night The Special Most Special Night Of Your Life🕷️🕯️(Chrollo Lucilfer x Female Reader)

Genres: Possible Angst In The Very Beginning, Smut, and Fluff At The End (Warning +18⚠️: Possible Domestic Violence (because of attempted hitting) In The Very Beginning, Language, hickies, bite marks, oral (both receiving), bondage, Nudity, Nipple Play and Sucking, Boob Groping, (Pussy) Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, And Ass Grabbing)

The first time Chrollo met you, he was inside the bar, as he noticed you were getting into an argument with another man, then he heard you mentioned to the other man of having a talk outside, so Chrollo decided to follow, because he knew things would not end well, if he didn't, which he was right, as he overheard you telling the other man the relationship was over and unfortunately the other man didn't want to accept you breaking up with him, as the other man was about to hit you before Chrollo stepped in to grab his right wrist as he exclaimed, "That's enough! She said she wanted to break it off with you! What's your problem?! Can't you just accept that! You seem to have too much, to drink! Leave the lady alone! If you have to go this far by trying to hit her, I think maybe you need to think about what you did!". After he let go of the man's right wrist, instead of making another attempt of hitting you again or trying to hit Chrollo (like the man is thinking about doing), the man decided to run away back to his home. Chrollo then looked at you to ask, "Are you alright, miss?", before you replied, "Thanks to you, I'm okay... Sorry you had to go through the trouble... (Man's name) and I go through this often and I didn't think that it would happen tonight... I hope you can forgive me for putting you into this, sir...".

"Forgive you? For this? There's nothing to forgive on your end... I just wanted to makesure that you're safe... To my knowledge, you didn't do anything wrong... A horrible argument happens... You see, if you tried breaking up with someone who seems to think he has power over you and he thinks he's untouchable to the point he gets away with something I prevented in time, just because he can't accept that it's over, then it's not your fault! It's on him!", Chrollo responded. "My name's, Chrollo Lucilfer...", he introduced himself, before asking, "By the way., what's your name?". You answered,"My name is (Female Reader Name), Chrollo, sir...".

Both you and Chrollo had a conversation together for a few minutes, before he decided to take you with him on his journey with the Phantom Troupe. Despite of the fact the both of you barely knew eachother, you both decided to be in a relationship together, since he's going makesure you travel with him (and the rest of the Phantom Troupe, ofcourse). A few years of your relationship went by, he decided he really wanted to do something really special with you and for you, so he decided to get some materials required and get the room he shares with you all set up for his plans to make a particular night with you very special.

One night, while you're relaxing in the bathtub, Chrollo decides to decorate the room he shares with you, as he wants to really make your night special. While both you and Chrollo had sex before, however he really was holding back some of the things he really wanted to do with you, as he picked a particular night out, to really make a mess out of you on your special night, because he knows that this is what you want him to do with you deep down. He even found something to use to tie your wrists together to substitute for the rope, which was a particular type of scarf, considering he enjoys bondage and you're not comfortable with the feeling of the rope around your wrists for personal reasons that happened before you met him, so he doesn't mind compromising a little bit. Luckily he finished decorating the bedroom, before you got done taking a bath, as you went inside the room with a towel wrapped around your body to noticed, he was decorating.

You accidentally dropped your towel, as you became thrilled that he would go through the effort to decorating the room he shares with you, as you thanked him, while expressing your surprise about decorating the room. You then asked, "So, what's the occasion, Chrollo?". He then replied, "Well, since it has been a few years since we started our relationship together and I really wanted to make your night special, (Female Reader Name)...", as you noticed he's holding the scarf, so you're catching on to he's up to finally going to pleasure you in ways that are beyond your imagination. As he started taking his clothes off, he asked, "Before I have you lay on the bed and tie something around your wrists together, is there anything you want to do with me at all, my dark princess?", before he became completely bare naked, for your eyes to see, as he then cooed, "You only have five minutes, dear...".

You instantly knew what you wanted just from seeing Chrollo's fully, naked body, so you went up to him, got on your knees, proceeding to start sucking on his aching cock. A couple minutes went by, you decided to deep throat his cock, as he became really impressed that you were capable of deep throating his cock, the way you are. He groaned, "Fuck, (Female Reader Name)! You're doing such a great job with the deep throating! I'm very impressed that you would try to have my dick deep in your throat like this!". Three more minutes later, he would then pet your head to get your attention, as he then growled, "Times up, (Female Reader Name)! You know what to do now!", hinting for you to get on the bed.

Once you laid down on the bed, you let him hold your wrists together until he wrap part of the scarf around them, before letting go to be able to tie the scarf, making sure to keep both of your wrists together. He was eyeing your naked body, as he then grope your tits, as he's letting you know he wants to give them attention first. He played with your nipples, occasionally roughly, pulling and pinching them, as he's trying not to be too predictable with nipple play.

Once Chrollo finished playing with your nipples, he would hold your breasts, as we would put atleast a few hickies on both of your boobs, then suck on your left nipple. The longer he would suck on your left nipple, the rougher he will get on your left nipple, knowing you're trying to keep quiet, trying to not moan. When he got done sucking on your left nipple, he slowly moved his right hand off your left tit, as he taunted, "C'mon, my dark princess! There's no need to keep quiet on me, now! I want to hear that pretty voice, especially when your pretty voice calls my name! I want to hear that I'm doing a good job, making your night very special! I meant, if you want to keep quiet then fine! The only thing is that, if you want to try to keep quiet, then I have ways to make you talk and make you whimper for me, my pretty crow!", before you felt two of his fingers inside of your pussy hole, as he proceeded to suck on your right nipple.

Chrollo has been sucking on your right nipple, more roughly than he was on your left nipple and has been fingering you in very unpredictable and different ways where you weren't sure, if you're more focused on the ways he was fingering you or that he's sucking your right nipple harder than he was with your left nipple or both. Either way you couldn't help that you were groaning from the feeling of his fingers deep inside of your freshly wet hole and how he got carried away with being rough with your right nipple. He gently bites your right nipple, before he stopped sucking what your right nipple is now the freshly sore nipple, as he slowly takes both his fingers out of your hole.

As Chrollo shows you two of his fingers on his right hand, covered in your pussy juices, he would move his left hand to touch your faces, then grined, as he hissed, "I'm glad you're making a sound for me, it's just that I would like for you to use your words and where I can hear you call my name and hear what you want! Time to go low, (Female Reader Name)!", as he kissed your forehead, suck on one if the sides of your neck, leaving a hickey your neck, moving himself to the lower part of your body, greedily looking at your thighs and your wet pussy. He then started to put suck on your inner thighs to put hickies on them, then bite on your thighs to leave bite marks on your inner thighs, proceeding to lick your pussy. He even madesure to use both of his hands, to keep your legs opened, while he looked like he's about to chow down on your clit.

Chrollo has been licking your pussy, like it's ice cream, then will occasionally lick the pearl of you pussy much faster than that. The longer he was eating your pussy, the faster he will lick on your pussy to begin sucking on your pussy, while licking your whole pussy fast as he can to the point where you would moan, "Chrollo! I can't take it anymore... Please fuck me... I'm begging you... I need you... I need you inside of me, Chrollo!", before he stopped eating your pussy, then respond, "That's my good, beautiful... That's all I wanted and needed to hear... Be ready, my angel of darkness, because my missions, as the leader of the Phantom Troupe isn't the only way I wreak havoc!". He would move himself back up to your upper body, as you felt him moving his cock inside of your hole, before you wrapped your legs around him, as he started fucking you.

For the first couple of minutes Chrollo was gentle with fucking your pussy, then after those couple minutes passed by he decided to go faster, rougher, and deeper inside you, as he is about to wreak havoc inside your pussy whole. The longer he was fucking you, the more cock drunk you got to the point your whimpers continue to get louder, as the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his dick mercilessly pounding your pussy. Chrollo could sense how cock drunk you have gotten where he would take advantage by being able to move your legs anywhere into any position, as he pleases while you're still laying on your back, so he can be extra unpredictable for you, your cock drunken mind, and your freshly sore pussy.

Once Chrollo stops moving your legs around to, as he then decided to use his right hand to hold both of your legs straight up to his chest and using his left hand to grab the right side of your ass cheeks, while he continued to ram himself as deep as he can (with his dick) inside of your pussy hole, even after he became pussy drunk. He was fucking you for so long, so rough, and so unpredictably to the point your loudest whimpers and his moans filled the room. A few more minutes went by he reached his climax, as he stopped fucking you, still keeping his dick deep inside of your pussy until he finished emptying is cum inside of you.

After Chrollo finished emptying himself, he finally took his cock outside of your swollen hole, unties the scarf to set both of your wrists free, and laid down next to you to only have lay on top of him, as he started to pet your head (and low-key playing with your hair). The both of you then locked into eachother's eyes, as he asked, "So, did you enjoy what we were doing, my darling?", before you answered, "Ofcourse I did, my Lucil... You're full of surprises and what we did earlier was definitely a different kind of surprise... I always enjoy our sex time together and our time together in general... And tonight I can see what you meant by wanting to make my night special... Although your company has always made feel special, Chrollo.", as you then continued, "I love you, Chrollo... I'm so glad to have you in my life...". Chrollo touched your face and replied, "I love you too, my sweet spider... I'm also glad to have you in my life, (Female Reader Name)". The last thing both you and Chrollo did before falling asleep, was kiss eachother very passionately, while he's started to hold you in his arms.

🕷️🕯️The End🕯️🕷️

I honestly had fun writing this fanfic about Chrollo😁👍There's a reason why I have written the beginning of the fanfic like I did for those curious about that part... I really wanted to be a little creative about how the reader and Chrollo met eachother in this fanfic I have written, which I figured why not have a different way on how to write the first time of a character meeting the reader🤔Since this is my 2nd time writing a fanfic pertaining any Hunter x Hunter character and my first time writing about Chrollo, I'm really am considering writing more fanfics about Chrollo😈Okay Tumblr Peeps, if you have ideas on which character you would like me to write about, fanfic requests (in a kind way) are opened and are encouraged, just incase you're curious😇Anyways I still hope you enjoyed this Chrollo fanfic I have written, my Tumblr Peeps🕯️🕷️😁👍

[eva-terra-marie]

It’s Always The Same Dream

Bakugou x fem! reader

Summary: In middle of the night, Bakugou wakes up to you screaming in your sleep, so he comforts you from those terrible nightmares.

Warnings: Angst and kinda sad but fluff at the end. Also, there is sorta a manga spoiler (if you know what I mean…) Read at your own risk.

Hope you guys enjoy and pls don’t kill me if I made you guys cry :(

✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫彡ミ★✫

It’s always the same dream. It’s been a few months since these nightmares have been happening to you. Ever since you’ve went on a mission with Bakugou a few months ago, he was badly injured but somehow he managed to survive. It caused you to suffer these terrible nightmares of him dying in your arms, bleeding to death, and saying his last words to you. You would always wake up crying and screaming every night. It felt like hell for you.

You just got out of a warm shower after a long day of training and started to walk to your dorm room. Once you opened your door, you see your loving ash blonde boyfriend on your bed, waiting for you. “Katsuki, what are you doing here?” You questioned as you closed the door behind you. “I’m sleeping here with you tonight, gotta problem with that?” He grumbles. “Someone’s grumpy.” you teased and giggle slightly “Oh shut up, it’s been a long day so come here.” He holds out his arm for you.

You start to walk towards him until he pulls you into his arms, holding your waist. You sigh softly and wrap your arms around Bakugou. You hoped that tonight these nightmares would disappear now that Bakugou was here with you.

You start yawn softy and layed your head on Bakugou’s warm chest. “Getting tired, Y/n?” Bakugou asks and you yawn again, “Yes.” He slightly chuckles at your cuteness and moves a strand of your damp h/c hair out of your face and kisses your eyelids. “Goodnight baby. I love you” You smile sleepily, “Night Katsuki. I love you too.” And you both drift to deep slumber.

‘It’s always the same dream’

He was laying there,bleeding, with a hole on his chest, the love of your life, dying in your arms.

“N-no, No! Please don’t leave me Katsuki!” You cried, begging him not to go.

“Y-Y/n, stay strong for me, ok?” He says to you holding your cheek.

“Katsuki please…”

“I love yo-“ he finally takes his last breath and his hand leaves your cheek and hits the ground.

“Katsuki, no, NO! DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME!” you stared at his lifeless body, lying on a pool of blood.

“No…KATSUKI!!!”

Bakugou woke up to the sound of you screaming his name. He quickly sat up and started to shake your sweaty shoulders. “Fuck, Y/n, you gotta wake up!” You kept screaming and Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/N, WAKE UP!” He yells louder and you finally open your eyes. You started to breath heavily, your e/c eyes were red and swollen from crying, and you stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you.

Bakugou sighs in relief and takes your chin for you to face him. “Baby, what the hell happened?” He softy asks while stroking your soft h/c locks. “I-it was horrible, Katsuki…” You sniffed while wiping your tears from your face. Bakugou sighs again, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitated for a moment before you started to speak. “I-it’s always the same dream.. it’s always you, you dying in my arms, with a hole in your chest.. I-I just can’t take it anymore! It’s happens every night! Ever since that mission!” You start sob into your hands.

This, this hurt Bakugou so bad, seeing his best girl cry. He hates seeing you cry. “It’s happens every night? Well, why didn’t you tell me?” Of course, you never told Bakugou about these nightmares because you don’t want him to worry about you.

You wipe your tears again, “I j-just didn’t want you to worry about me..” Bakugou pulls you against his chest and whispers in your ear. “Let me tell you something Y/n, you don’t need to keep all your worries from me, and I’m here Y/n, I’m alive.”

“I know, I’m just scared of losing you.” You sigh trying to fight back the tears and Bakugou holds you tighter “You’re not gonna lose me, it’s just a dream. I’m not gonna let some stupid villain kill me. I’m here, with you.” You smile into his chest and look up at him “Thank you, Katsuki.” He smiles a little and holds your cheek with one hand and leans forward to kiss your lips.

“I love you, Katsuki.” You say

“And I love you, Y/n. You think you can go back to sleep now?”

You hesitated for a moment then nodded. You both lay back down on the bed and Bakugou wraps his arms around your waist while you lay on his chest. “Try to get some sleep Y/n. I’ll be right here. You’re safe with me.” Bakugou whispers softly before you closed your eyes slowly. After you fell asleep, Bakugou sighs in relief and kisses your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Y/n.” Bakugou says before he falls asleep.

And let’s just say, you never had those nightmares ever again.

[tomssexdoll]

Unspoken Jealously

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N always fight in school, he's a popular asshole and she's a quiet, reserved girl. He always picked fights with her, one day in class sending her over the edge, causing him to actually shut up for once. Then at a party, seeing her with another guy sent him over the edge.

A/N: if you want to be tagged or i accidently missed your tag comment on my pinned masterlist <3

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, teasing, arguing

Tom was the most popular guy in school, he was an asshole, arrogant and rude to anyone he didn't like, and those people, he could not like them for the stupidest reasons. One persons glasses are too big, nose is too small, their style isn't up to his standards, anything.

I was a quiet, yet confident girl, not afraid to stand up for what's right, usually ending up in Tom and I arguing. One day, I was sitting in class, Tom and his friends came in late, laughing and pushing each other around, already being obnoxious and loud.

"Boys! You do not come into my class just to talk over me and be rude like that, go sit down and be quiet!" the teacher yelled at them, Tom just scoffed and sat down, of course, near me. He dropped his bag onto the desk with a massive thud, making me jump slightly.

"Awww, did I scare you?" he teased, sarcastically pouting while his friends erupted into laughter beside him, "oh shut up," I mumbled, rolling my eyes and paying attention to the board. His tall frame sprawled out on the chair, taking up all the space, leaving me basically no room and squishing up against his legs.

"Do you mind? When will you ever stop acting like an arrogant pig?" I turned to him, glaring at him deeply. He looked at my with a raised eyebrow, his piercing gaze appraising me. He leaned back in his chair, the smirk on his lips never faltering, "well if it isn't the little mouse who thinks she can roar," he chuckled deeply.

"Is that all you've got? You sound stupid, now shut up, sit properly and leave me alone," I grunted, turning back to my work. His smirk faded, replaced by a look of surprise. He sat up staighter, his eyes narrowing as his eyes burned into the side of my head. He muttered something under his breath but I ignored him.

"Feisty one, isn't she?" one of his friends said, "you're not going to take that, are you?" another added, egging Tom on, but he didn't give into them, just shaking his head and focusing on what the teacher was saying.

As the lesson went on Tom grew increasingly restless. He kept sneaking peeks at my work, his curiosity piqued by my near handwriting and the way I seemed to understand the material so easily, "come on, just give me the answers..." he whispered, nudging me with his elbow.

Despite my attempts to ignore him, Tom continued to pester me. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered persistently, "come on..I know you know the answers, just whisper them to me.." he tried moving me to look at my paper.

I snatched it away, hiding it from his gaze. "If you weren't such a fucking raging asshole to me, I'd give you them but because you treat me like shit, I won't. What makes you think you deserve my answers?" I turned to him, lecturing him.

Tom was taken aback by my harsh words and sudden change in tone. He looked around, noticing that several people were now watching with interest. Before he could respond, I continued.

"Now leave me alone and go do your own work, or are you too dumb to do it?" I said in a taunting tone. His face turned red with anger, he wasn't used to being spoken to like that, especially not in front of his friends. "Alright fine! Keep your precious answers to yourself!" he hissed, his voice laced with frustration but also hurt.

Later on that week, I was randomly invited to a party by one of my friends who got invited and was allowed a plus one, hosted by one of Toms feral friends. I decided to go, seeing no harm in trying to have fun for once.

I got dressed, wearing something cute and doing my hair and makeup. My friend arrived and I drove with her there. As we pulled up we saw the numerous cars parked down the street and in the driveway of the guys house. I went inside with her, weaving through the sweaty bodies of drunk people, going to the kitchen where all the drinks were scattered.

As I entered the house, Tom's attention was immediately drawn to me. He stood in the living room, surrounded by his friends, his eyes locked onto me as I made my way through the crowd. He looked me up and down, taking in my cute outfit and the effort I clearly put into my appearance.

I chose a simple vodka redbull, pouring it all into a glass and conversating with my friend as we both sipped at our drinks, glancing over at the people around us, "it's so weird that I've never been to a party before," I said, trying to see if I knew anyone.

"Is it all you expected?" my friend chuckled, I nodded and smiled, "I guess so, let's hope I don't run into Tom tonight, it won't be good for anyone here," I sighed, reaching over the counter and grabbing a bottle of vodka.

I poured some shots for me and my friend, we both clinked our glasses together and downed the shot, the clear liquid stinging my throat.

After a while of drinking, we landed on the dancefloor, dancing to the music, jumping up and down and giggling with my friend, having the time of our lives. We got increasingly more drunk and my confidence skyrocketed, I started flirting with a random guy, dancing with him and occasionally grinding on him.

Tom's gaze never left me as I moved throughout the room, his friends catching onto his fixation on me. As soon as he noticed me grinding on this random guy his jaw clenched, his chest slightly heaving with intense jealously. Who the fuck was this guy? Why was I even near him? He knew he had no right to be this jealous, he hadn't even told anyone his true feelings for you but it hurt like hell to see him, holding me like he should've been.

Tom's expression turned cold, letting out a heavy sigh, "give me a minute.." he murmured. He made his way towards me, his tall figure cutting through the crowd with ease. As he approached me, I looked up, my eyes meeting his. I was confused to see him there, I stopped dancing but before I could say anything he grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the guy and towards the bathroom. "We need to talk," he said firmly, going inside and closing the door behind him.

"What the fuck are you doing? You just ruined my fucking chances of getting with that guy, what is wrong with you?" I raised my voice, clearly pissed off. Toms grip on my arm tightened, his expression unyielding. He leaned in close, his voice low and commanding, "I don't like that guy, I don't like the way he looks at you."

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused but also angry, "are you...what?" I scoffed in disbelief, literally at a loss for words. "I'm telling you, I don't like him," he said through gritted teeth, "since when did you give a fuck?" I scoffed.

He stepped closer to me, his tall frame looming over me. He reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "since forever, since I saw the way he was looking at you, like he thinks he can have you, like he thinks he's good enough for you," he yelled, his voice shaky with rage.

"Tom..." I sighed, "what the fuck are you talking about? You sound crazy...this better not be some fucking prank you and your stupid friends have planned, I'm si-" he silenced me by pressing his lips to mine, his kiss hard and demanding. He pushed me back against the bathroom sink, his hands gripping my hips possessively.

When he finally pulled back, I was left breathless and speechless, "just listen damn it!" he grunted, "i've liked you for so fucking long, I know you may not believe it, I wouldn't either but I'm so tired of pretending that I don't like you! I hate having to hide my feelings from you, from everyone," he sighed, his eyes now drifting away.

"And I'm sorry for treating you like shit...I should've grown some balls and fucking told you..but I was a pussy, afraid of what everyone would think.." he sighed, cupping my face in his large hands. I was shocked, my mouth slightly agape as I fought to say something back.

"But I won't stand here and let that piece of shit take what's mine," he took advantage of my momentary silence, his hands sliding down to my thighs. He hoisted me up onto the sink, stepping between my open legs, "i'm serious, you're mine, not his. Understand?" he leaned in close, grabbing my chin.

"Mhm..." I nodded, looking into his eyes the whole time. Up until now I had never really noticed the feelings I had for Tom, like they were there all along but I just fought them off, pushing them far away into my brain, not wanting to accept the feelings. I mean it was scary, liking someone who I thought could never come close to liking me and also being my bully.

"Good girl.." he smirked, leaning in and capturing my lips in a heated kiss, I didn't know that I was starving until I tasted him, I kissed him back just as passionately, moaning against his lips. His hands tightening on my thighs, his touch firm.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past my parted lips to dance with mine. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down along my jaw and down my neck, "you're so..so..so beautiful..." he mumbled against my skin.

His kisses trailed down my neck, to my chest, gently sucking on the skin. I felt his hands come around my back, gently dragging down the zipper of my dress, he lifted me up and let it slip to the floor, leaving me in my skimpy panties and no bra, my bare breasts.

His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of me, my bare tits on display. He trailed his fingertips along the curve of my waist, up to cup your breasts before diving his head in between my tits, gently squeezing them.

Then he trailed kisses down my stomach, lower stomach and then stopping right in front of my panties. "You gonna let me eat your pretty pussy, hm?" he taunted, looking up at me with a mischievious glint in his eyes.

His words made me let out a little gasp, I nodded slowly and hooked my fingers around the waistband of my underwear, sliding them down my legs and off my feet, throwing it aside.

He spread my legs wide, his gaze fixed on my pussy, "so fucking pretty.." he said, before leaning forward and burying his face between my legs. I let out a soft moan as I felt his tongue come in contact with my aching clit, instantly arching my back.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding them open wide as he devoured me. His tongue worked expertly, licking and sucking as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He could feel me getting closer, my breath hitching and my hips bucking against his face.

"Ohhh fuck!" I whined, holding onto the counter tightly, my knuckles turning white from the firm grip I had. The pleasure came in rough, crashing waves, drowning me in ecstasy. "You like that?" he murmured against my sensitive flesh before flicking his tongue over my clit again. He slid one finger inside me, then two, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

"Holy shit!" I yelped, my pussy quivering around his fingers, he continued to suck and lick my throbbing clit. As my moans got louder he doubled his efforts, his fingers pumping in and out of me as his mouth suckled on my swollen bud.

His fingers curled faster and harder inside me, his mouth sealed around my aching nub. He went so hard I was seeing stars, rolling my eyes back from the immense amount of pleasure I was receiving. I was in a state of pure euphoria, being sent into oblivion as his tongue and fingers worked their magic.

"Gonna cum!" I whimpered loudly, writhing and squirming under him. "Come for me baby..let go.." he growled. He could feel me tensing, my breath hitching, my fingers gripping his hair painfully. "Keep fucking going!" I screamed, moaning loudly, feeling my release rapidly approach.

He didn't need to be told twice, his fingers curved upwards, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly, sucking on my clit roughly, "cmon, cum for me!" he raised his voice, his tongue swirling around my sensitive nub in a rapid motion as he fucked me with his fingers.

With one last flick of my clit my orgasm crashed down, he felt my inner walls convulse around his fingers as I found my release. He continued to suck on my bud, drawing out my pleasure until I was limp and breathless. He finally lifted his head, a smug smile on his face as he cleaned my essence off with his tongue, "such a good girl.."

My chest heaved, barely able to calm down from the earth shattering orgasm I just had. Tom stepped back, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. His hard length sprang out, standing tall and proud. He stepped forward, the head of his erection pressing against my entrance, "wrap your legs around my waist baby.." he grumbled, grabbing my legs and pulling me closer to the edge of the sink.

I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, looking up at him as he lined himself up and thrusted buried himself inside in one powerful thrust, his thick length stretching me to the limit.

He gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he started to fuck me hard and fast against the sink, "hold on tight baby, i'm not going to be gentle.." he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and held onto him tightly, nuzzling my face into his neck and moaning loudly.

"Holy fuck, Tom!" I whimpered, he pounded into me relentlessly, the sound of my moans and the slapping of flesh against porcelain filling the room. He reached around and grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and fucking me even harder, "fuck, you're so tight..." he growled, his balls slapping against my ass.

I was being sent into oblivion, my eyes rolling back and my tits bouncing wildly with each brutal thrust. "You're close aren't you?" he grunted, his voice strained from holding back his release, his hand sneaking between me to rub my swollen nub, "such a good girl, taking this cock so fucking well.." he smirked, I nodded and whined, "mmmh! fuck!" receiving pleasure 2 ways at the same time was driving me crazy, my moans getting louder by the second.

My throat was raw from my desperate wails, he kept fucking me viciously, his tip brutally hitting my cervix. He grunted with each thrust, his face contorted with pleasure and concentration. His movements became more feverish, his hips jackhammering against mine as he neared the edge. "Gonna gum...im close..." he rasped, his voice thick with need.

"Fucking touch yourself..now.." he groaned, replacing his hand with mine, making me rub my clit furiously. His gaze met mine, his eyes dark with desire. He watched as I touched myself, his breath coming in ragged pants, his thrusts borderline erratic, driven by the sight of me pleasuring myself, "fuck..yes..so fucking hot..." he mumbled.

He shifted his angle, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back, knowing this would send me over the edge. With a few more hard, deep thrusts I came undone, the sensation of me pulsing around his thickness send him over the edge. He let out a guttural roar, "ohhh FUCK!" his hips jerking forward as he spilled his seed inside me.

Both our chests heaved in unison, breathless after our intense love making session. After calming down for a while, he leaned forward, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. "Please don't let this be a one night stand, something we regret.." he murmured against my lips.

His hands slid down to my waist, holding me close to him and looking deeply into my eyes, "I meant what I said before, it wasn't a coax to make you fuck me..i meant ever single word i said," he sighed, "I want you to be my girlfriend, I want to hold, kiss and love you in front of everyone, not be ashamed anymore.." I searched his eyes for any sign of deceit but all that looked back at me was sincerity.

My heart ached for him, I gently nodded, "I agree..I just want to be loved by you, not hated..i'm sick of the petty fights, as much as they are funny, I also want to experience being loved by you.." I smiled, gently cupping his face and pressing my lips into his for another gentle kiss.

tags: @ballhair @bills-wife-1 @ella1289

tags: @bkaulitzlover @pa1n-0f-l0ve @tomkslut

tags: @miyukafujii @tomscumdoll @billsdolliest

tag: @tomsfuckdoll

[daizzypop]

A White Rose 🍃🤍 Part 1/3(Maybe?)

A drunk man speaks a sober man's heart...Sanemi promised himself that he'll never get attached to anyone again. He's lost his mother, lost his siblings,he lost his friends. His only living brother is somewhere out there. He'll never love someone again.

But that promise vanished in thin air as soon as he met you. How could he not like you? You were...perfect. It's a cold evening, you walked down a small path that led to the well. You hummed a small tune, slightly swinging the bucket in your hands. "(Name)?....are you there?..." You stop, hearing a dry voice call out your name. You turn around as your eyes meet miserable lilac ones. Sanemi. You smile and walk over to him, it's been awhile since you say him, you have so much to talk about like how yesterday you- ......had he been crying? A small tear slips from his eye before disappearing as he hastily wipes it away. "Sanemi...." You start off. What happened, is he alright? A frail voice interrupts your thoughts."I'm sorry...I just..well i...-he takes a breath- can we head inside...sorry" You pause before dropping your bucket down and grabbing his hands gently, as if he was frail glass. You speak up."Of course Nemi...let's head inside and get you a cup of tea and ohagi yeah?" You lead him inside and gently set him down on the couch. You look over to him while heading to the kitchen. "I'll bring some tea and ohagi, I'll be right back Nemi" You say as you leave the room. He nods, sighing softly as he looks around the room to distract himself.You soon back with a tray with two cups of tea and a plate filled with many ohagi. You even had some hard candy in your pockets. You had him a cup as he whispers a small thanks. You take a seat beside him with your own cup. You notice his features.

His wild lilac eyes, now merely sad purple. His cheeks seemed sort of flushed. Was he drinking?...."I can tell you.. aren't yourself today, do you wanna..talk about it?" You speak up after some calm silence between you two. He looks at you softly, his eyes still a bit hazy fog earlier, he nods a bit. "That would be nice I guess ...it's not a big deal though, I'm just weak for crying" You frown a bit hearing his words. "Sanemi, crying doesn't make you weak and whatever it is that made you cry shouldn't be considered not a big deal."He takes a sip and sighs before looking at you. "Well...today uh.." You nod. He takes a breath before speaking."Today's date... isn't a date I'd like to remember...but I do. This very day....years ago, everything fell apart. I lost everything I loved back then. I lost my siblings and mother. Even lost Genya, my only living brother yet I still pushed him away" You watch him with a sad expression on your face. He continued. "My mother became a demon..and killed my siblings..so I had no choice but kill her. My ma...There isn't a day that I don't wish that everything could change. That my ma and siblings were alive and well, and still with me...." He hastily wipes a few tears with his hands "I'm sorry...-he lets out a single dry laugh before sighing- you must think im a baby or something..." You shake your head. "That's not true...in fact I think you're very strong for telling me...thank you Nemi. I understand how you regret what happened, but if isn't your fault. You were a kid, what could you do? Understand your past and then let go of it Sanemi...it isn't over. Genya is still with you right? Fix things with him...before you loose him too, trust me it'll be worth it, give him a chance."He smiles and nods before hugging you softly "Thank you...(Name)...thank you so much..." He wipes his tears softly while you pat his back in a comforting way.

"Would you like more ohagi Nemi? I know how much you love it" You smile sweetly. He nods "Yeah.. that will be nice..thank you (Name) Maybe we can..read that book of yours. The one you told me about endless" "Really Nemi? How sweet of you! Of course we can read together!" He smiles back at you. Oh how pretty he looked. He should smile more...

Taisho Secrets:-Despite Sanemi eating tons of ohagi, he made sure you also had some and even scolded you for giving him so much....while still eating it. He also enjoyed the book and was probably thinking about going to the library the next day for a copy.

That's all folks! I was originally making this just a one shot but maybe....in the future I can make a part two...depends! Anyways hope you enjoyed!

-Daizzypop 💫💫💫

[icycoldninja]

hey so can you do DMC 3 Dante x Schoolgirl fem ninja reader (she is 18) who sneeks of a night to see him cause her parents hate him and are forcing her in a arranged marriage so she stays the night at the shop

Yup, yup!

Secret Sleepover (DMC3!Dante x Fem!Ninja!Reader)

Slithering through the shadows in the dead of night, you made your way to Devil May Cry, seeking closure.

Tonight was yet another night of arguments with your parents as they continued to try to convince you that the man they'd arranged for you to marry was right for you and that you'd grow to like him if you just gave him a chance. The man you were set to marry was not only a full 8 years older than you, he was the literal opposite of Dante; mean, cold, silent, strict, and generally unpleasant to be around, though given the fact that your parents hated Dante, that made sense.

Shaking your head to rid your mind of thoughts regarding that annoying dickhead your parents were forcing on you, you stealthily crept through the night and up to Devil May Cry's doorstep before quietly knocking on the door.

"One sec!" Called a muffled voice before rapid footsteps approached the door. The doors swung open, revealing a shirtless Dante wearing naught but a pair of red shorts and gray socks. "Oh, hey, Y/N! Ya sneak out or something?"

"Yeah," You nodded, folding your arms. "Spent the night fighting with Mom and Dad and now I can't sleep."

"Aw, that sucks," Dante said, pulling you inside. "They're still trying to force that stiff on you?"

"Sadly, yes," You grumbled, allowing Dante to lead you over to a nearby couch cluttered with old pizza boxes and magazines, shovingthe junk aside so you had a place to sit.

"Poor baby," He cooed, kissing your cheek. "Ya wanna stay the night?"

"It's why I came here," You replied, nodding.

"Then stay," Dante sniggered, wrapping his arms around you. "Stay for as long as ya like."

You sighed contentedly as Dante leaned back on the couch that was now cleared of junk, and pulled you down onto his chest. You immediately nestled into his hold and closed your eyes, comforted by how warm and sturdy his chest was; how reassuring his hold was.

"Just you and me," He mumbled, running a hand through your hair. "Don't worry about what your folks say, we'll win 'em over with time. Just relax. Let all the just stress fall off."

Dante began rubbing slow, loving circles into your back, the motion relaxing, giving you something to focus on. Your mind, already weary enough thanks to earlier events, slowly sank into darkness and drifted off to sleep, feeling content and safe in Dante's arms.

[local-kitten-smut]

Kind!Billy Hargrove x PTSD!Reader

A/n: I felt the feelings I described in this little story, and I wanted to make myself feel better. That's why I wrote it.

You were at his place, and you were having fun talking until you felt that feeling again. That feeling of guilt. Of loneliness. The feeling that made you think something was completely wrong with you. Then he spoke up.

"Hey, darlin. Are you okay?" He asked as he saw you now saddened expression. "I feel like there's something wrong with me.." Your voice was shaky as you answered. He knew something was wrong as soon as you spoke. He takes your face into his warm hand. "Oh, honey. There's nothing wrong with you. I promise." He looked at you with that sweet and kind look. You look up at him with that sad look again. "But what happened in 85 was my fau-" he cut you off. "No. No." He said sternly, holding you close. "Stop blaming yourself."

"I-it is my fault, tho..."He pulled you slightly back so he could look you in the eyes. And he was being dead serious. "It is not your fault."

"Billy.. it feels like what I did that night just.. broke something in me.. what I witnessed.. what my actions led to, i-ive just felt like I've been broken since that day, and it's just getting worse..!" You say as you feel yourself getting near a breakdown again. You always had a breakdown when these thoughts came into your head.

He grabs you and shakes you a bit. "Don't you ever, ever, say that again. It's not your fault. Understand?"You nodded slowly and looked to his sweet eyes. Your mind was a mess. It's been a mess since that night. You hated it. You wanted to be normal again, like you were before that night. The night everything went wrong. "Y-yeah.." You answered with a shaky voice. "Good." He smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Let's forget about the bad things for now. I'd like to focus on something other than the past."

“Oh, and another thing!” He kissed you. “Don’t you ever forget how much I care for you. And how you care for me. That’s all that matters, alright?” You let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I won't forget that.. ever.." You smiled at him with that warm and loving look in your sweet eyes. He laughed a bit as well, and he placed his hands on your cheeks. "You know what? If you think you're broken, then maybe you just need to be... put back together."

You got confused. You didn't know how to be put back together or how to fix your PTSD. "How exactly?" You asked. "I think it's time for you to let out all that pain you've been bottling up.." he said, a little worry in his voice. You thought about his words. You wanted to let go. But you didn't want to show him all the pain you were holding on to. You thought it'd be too much for him to handle. "I will.. but not now.."

“No... no.” He seemed slightly disappointed. “You can tell me. I wanna put you back together. I can take it.”

'One more word, and I'm gonna break down,' you thought as he spoke. You didn't want to have another breakdown. You wanted to let all your pain out, but you were scared that it'd be too much for the both of you. "Oh, please. Tell me." He pleaded, his face growing anxious. "You don't have to hide anything from me, I'll still love you either way."

And as you thought, you started having a breakdown. Letting everything out was too much, so you tried to keep a good 30% at a time. You buried your head in his chest as you started crying. And it wasn't light crying. It was everything. You cried so much it made your head hurt slightly. You were tugging so hard to his shirt that you were scared that you'd rip it. He gently stroked your back with his hand, comforting you. He was ready to bear all of your sadness. "Shhhhh, calm down. Calm down, baby. You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you, just let it out." You were silently screaming into his chest, no sound at all. You took a small break to breathe, and then you just started silently screaming again. It was painful. Both for you and for him. He held you tightly, not letting go no matter what. All the while, he whispered comforting words. "There, there... Let all your worries out...." You cried until you felt like you'd pass out, and then you calmed down. Your grip on his shirt loosened, and you stopped shaking a little. You were so tired. so tired of the pain. And because crying makes you tired. You were breathing heavily as you calmed down. You knew you hadn't let it all out, but it was enough for now.

He held you, waiting for the waterworks to stop. In the meantime, he kissed your head. You were absolutely exhausted after the fact, and you just wanted to lie down and sleep. "Do you want to sleep?" He asked softly. No matter the response, he would support you and take care of you. And he meant it. You nodded slowly. 'A nap would be just perfect right now,' you thought. You couldn't respond with words. You always had some trouble speaking after a breakdown, especially when they are as powerful as this one. "Good. Come on." He picked you up in his large arms. "We're going to the bedroom, honey." He began walking, taking you to the bedroom and laying you down on the bed. "Cuddles?" You asked between heavy breaths. You used to cuddle with your teddy bears after a breakdown when you were younger, and it helped, so you hoped it'd be even better with Billy. "Of course!" He chuckled, laying next to you and wrapping his right arm around your waist. You two were now lying on the bed. He smiled. "I love you." You smiled softly and nuzzled your head in his neck as you said it back, "I love you too.."

“Mmm, I love you so much..." he whispered, kissing the top of your head. A few minutes later, you start feeling drowsy, your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. And thus, you fell asleep in his arms. All comfy and calm. You felt better than ever. That's what Billy's cuddles always did to you. For the next three hours, Billy held you in his arms, kissing your forehead occasionally and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It was late at night, but you and Billy felt more at peace than ever. You felt safe and secure with him. You didn’t really know if he was awake or not, but that didn’t matter. The fact that you had him by your side was good enough.

[benarirose]

꧁Hijo de La Luna Príncipe꧂

Author's note: This little story here is also on Ao3, My account is Benari_Rose there. It's inspired by Haggard's (or Mecano's) song Hijo de La Luna. I would appreciate it so much if you leave comments on here or there. Thank you (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Tw: Just a little bit of violence, there's no blood included in this so don't worry. But usage of knife is mentioned.

𝕬 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉

𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝕲𝖞𝖕𝖘𝖞 𝖂𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊...

 The woman standing in front of him was crying silently. Yet her sobs echoed through the halls of Prince Cygnus' castle. He slowly raised his hand to take a peek at the woman by lifting the veil covering his face.

 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊, 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖍 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍

He smiled, masking his confusion. Why wouldn't she wish this from the Venus Prince Ambrose? His task was to tie two lovers together, to bless their relationship and family with his spells. So why would she ask this to himself instead of his brother? He didn't know but the woman in front of him was in pain, in need of love, in need of validation.

So he parted his lips and said:

 "𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. 𝕭𝖚𝖙..."

He paused. He didn't know what to ask in return. Then an idea came up to him. He had always wanted to be a parent, to bring an heir to his kingdom. But his infertility never allowed him. He loved children of his kingdom like they were his own. Their laughter, joy, innocence and goofy little chats eased his stress and forget all his problems while spending time with them. 

Men who didn't deserve to be a parent became fathers while he couldn't. It felt unfair to him. Yet he didn't make any noise about it. But now he didn't need to biologically have a kid to be a parent. So he adjusted his posture in his throne and...

 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊:

"𝕴𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖎𝖒. 𝕬𝖑𝖆𝖘, 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓, 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊"

 It was kind of cruel of Cygnus wanting this in return. He knew a mother's sorrow of losing their firstborn pretty well. But his desperation put pressure on hus conscience. In which, he will regret sooner or later. 

The woman raised her head and swiped her bangs from her forehead as she blinked. That's when he felt his chest ache. It felt like his ribcage had turned on him and started suffocating his lungs and heart. He didn't see her face at first due to his veil, but now it was crystal clear that she was beautiful. Her skin was smooth and a vibrant brown. Long and curly eyelashes which matched her dark curly hair. A slender figure with chubby curves which were adorned and garnished with accessories and jewels.

He was always told not to judge a book by it's cover, which he agreed to this mindset with his heart and mind. But for some reason he was mesmerized by a lady who was a foreigner to magic.

Her breath hitched as she tried to speak. "I-is there n-no oth-other way?.." she asked in a very quiet voice that even Cygnus could barely hear. He winced silently, he was already regretting his decision, but there was no turning back now. 

"I'm afraid yes fair mortal lady... Casting a love spell is not something I practiced with my magic. So casting it would require something important in return." He said as he lowered his gaze to the ground. The woman thought for a moment. Her eyes fixed on the prince, she spoke "Will you take good care of my baby, your Highness? If I ever get parted from my child, I'd want it to be in good hands..."

Cygnus nodded. "Yes, indeed. I promise your child will be taken good care of. You can rest assured." A sigh of relief left the woman's lips and she clasped her hands together. "Thank you, your highness. It hurts me so but if what you're saying is true, then I accept." And with that, Cygnus rose from his throne and descended from the staircase which lead to his pedestal like crown. 

"Well, then..." He said as he gently placed his palm on her head, magic glowing from under his hand with a gorgeous blue hue. He was close to her enough that his shining silvery locks brushed her shoulder. Which she couldn't help but gaze up in awe. After the glow faded, he pulled his hand back. "Now then, our deal is sealed. You can go now, I'll come to check up on you from time to time. But before you go, can I learn what your name is miss?" 

"Nataliya. And thank you again, your highness. It will never be enough no matter how much I thank you."

"No, I thank you for your sacrifice, Nataliya... Now go." He said as he turned his back, flowing his cape with the wind he made.

Nataliya rose up from her knees and guided out of the castle by the guardians. Cygnus watched her as she left. Feeling the sense of growing guilt like he did something wrong. 

 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

𝖄𝖊𝖙, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓

𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉?

𝕬𝖍𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍-𝖆𝖍𝖍...

𝕾𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊

 Months passed since Nataliya had made a deal with Cygnus. Just like he promised, she was able to gain the affection of the man she loved. Soon after, they got married and got tied to eachother at the wedding night. Cygnus watched them afar, observing their joy and laughter. He couldn't help but feel jealous from the deepest pits of his heart. That man was loving her only because of his spell. That man... He had no ounce of mercy, kindness or humbleness. He was full of hatred, vengeance and anger.

After a while, he learned that Nataliya was eight months pregnant and close to giving birth soon. He smiled at the information and chose to visit her more often. Sometimes he draws invisible protection signs on her house's door. Sometimes he controls them from afar while reading a book. One month later, she gave birth to a beautiful son. But there was an issue...

𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓

𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐

𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘, 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊

𝕬𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉...

"𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊! 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙."

 Nataliya was shocked against her husband's shameful assumption, let alone behavior. She never had cheated, nor seen another man. Sure, it was kind of surprising how her son was white as snow but this might be Prince Cygnus' magic's appearance. She needs to explain this to her husband before he misunderstands further. 

Unfortunately, it was too late. People around them started to question and gossip. One of them being gross slanders as it was about a pale skinned man (who was Cygnus) visiting Nataliya's house when her husband wasn't there. It was partly true since Cygnus did visit her but not in the way people had assumed

Days and days passed by and and her husband's hidden wrath started to be increasingly evident. Everytime Nataliya tried to explain what happened, the words of people lurked around and got worse each time. It went as far as people gossiped about Nataliya being a promiscuous woman while calling her husband a cuck for letting this happen 

Until one day, he couldn't take it anymore. It didn't matter if she was telling the truth and the baby was his. She 'dirtied' his name and put him in 'shame'

 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉

𝕳𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖊, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉:

"𝖂𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖊? 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊."

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓

 Almost in a second, the man hit a wall with his back as he was pushed by an undeniably powerful force. The man grunted in pain as he tried to collect his senses. As his blurry vision cleared, his blood drained from his face immediately. The Moon Prince, one of the ten royal siblings of the kingdom, was frowning down on him

"Relentless..." He muttered out. "I tied you two together because she loved you. And as in return, I wanted her firstborn which she had from YOU!" He said the last word loudly, which echoed and ringed in the man's ears.

The baby was really his. He tilted his head downwards in shame as he realized his terrible crime. "You did not marry her only because you loved her, but because you trusted her. How dare you believe such foul slanders about herself when she denies them? How dare you hurt her for something she didn't even commit?" Cygnus didn't want the man to flee so he knocked him out by casting a sleep spell. He then turned to Nataliya who was wounded on her stomach. Cygnus kneeled next to her as he tended her wounds with his healing. 

"I should've known better..." He began his sentence with a hint of sorrow in his voice. "I'm deeply sorry for my foolish mistake. Not every relationships born from love form fruits of peace. You may still love him, but he tried to kill you. So going back to him would earn you nothing but harm." Nataliya slowly turned her head to him and watched his magic cure her wounds. 

"I won't go back to him. He didn't believe me when I was telling the truth. He can burn in hell for all I care. I really thought he loved me, but the only thing he cared about was his name..." She said as her brows furrowed. Betrayal, was the thing she felt. "But, why?" She asked to Cygnus.

"Hm?' he hummed back in return, so Nataliya continued. "Why didn't your spell work, your highness? Is it because he was the wrong man?"

"No... The spell did work. But it wasn't strong enough to pacify his anger or hatred. Even the strongest love spells can't clear the heart of evil." He answered her question calmly. "But, there's also a question I'd like to ask: Why did you come to me to make your wish instead of my brother Ambrose? He's the wizard of love and beauty after all."

Nataliya forced herself to sit up, grunting as her newly closed wounds stretched. Cygnus held her back to steady herself while telling her to be careful. 

"I actually did..." She said as she exhaled. "When I proposed my wish to him, he gladly accepted at first. But when he got to know my... 'husband', he told me he can't. He didn't tell me why, he just dismissed me by saying 'I don't feel any connection between you two. I'm so sorry to tell you this but for my spell to work, your strings should at least be close to eachother. So I can tie them up.' I didn't understand at first. Wondered why he couldn't just make our strings get close. I was blinded by love so much that I didn't see that he was protecting me subtly. So I went to you..."

"Which resulted in this." Cygnus said as he completed her sentence. Then a sound of a baby crying was heard from the back. Nataliya rose up from the ground slowly and went back into her home. She took her baby son into her arms and caressed his head gently.

"Sshh... It's ok, mama's not hurt. Everything's ok..." She whispered into his ear. Then she got out of her home to see Cygnus sitting and watching the stars above. "Your highness?" Cygnus turned his head to Nataliya. "Yes?" He answered as he stood up. "I know, my marriage didn't last like I wanted, but..."

Her eyes teared up as she patted her now calmed down son's back. Cygnus immediately understood what she was trying to say and raised his hand to stop her. 

"No. I've made my decision. No mother deserves to lose their child. Especially right after they lost their loved one. I'm sorry, I was desperate to be a parent at the time. It was a cruel mistake. Your son will stay with you. Please, do take care Miss Nataliya..."

He said as he turned his back. Nataliya gasped and hold the Prince's arm. "Wait!" She blurted out without thinking. "I uhh... I still believe you deserve to be by his side, your highness. He... Carries your image. He is the one who awakened me to realize the man I married isn't the one I loved, and you're the one who saved me from him. If there's a man who deserves to be a father the most, it's you." 

Cynus' eyes sparkled as he looked at Nataliya. He was too stunned that he forgot how to speak. As he looked over to the baby then Nataliya, his cheeks grew a pinkish hue. Cygnus smiled as he took the little boy in his arms and watched as the little boy's eyes wander around to focus on him. He then started giggling and clapping his hands clumsily. Reaching over to Cygnus' face as the little boy laughed in joy. Cygnus' smile grew wider and kissed the little boy's forehead.

"Does he have a name?" He asked, looking over to Nataliya. "Crescent" she answered. "I named him Crescent. The one which grows to be a full moon, like you." She smiled as she watched her son playing and pulling the Prince's hair. "How beautiful. Welcome to Earth, Crescent. Auntie Lunafreya (Cygnus' twin sister, the Earth Princess) will love you... Ow! Slow down there buddy, that's my hair!" He said as he winced in slight pain, but laughed anyway.

He turned his figure to Nataliya fully. "Nataliya. I want you to come with me to my castle. That way I can take care and check on you two more easily. But, if you want yo stay here, I won't say no to that. The choice is yours." He said with a bright look on his face. Nataliya blinked in surprise.

"I... That was a little sudden, your highness I-"

"Call me Cygnus" 

"What?"

"You don't have to speak to me formally. You can speak with me comfortably, Nataliya." Cygnus said as his breathing got faster. He wasn't going to force her, no. But he really wanted to spend more time with her. To get to know her better. 

"I-I accept your offer my Pr- I mean Cygnus..." She said as she got shy all of a sudden. It looked cute to Cygnus, honestly. He smiled warmly and walked towards her side while Baby Crescent was in his arms. "Let us go then." He said and with his hand movements, a blue circle formed on air and opened a portal to their new 'home'...

 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖊

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖊...

-𝐸𝑛𝑑 <3