#he and Faust should hold hands

[zopfee]

"youre not you when you're hungry"

the summerween trickster

for my darling @tortellinibeanieweenie :]

[lucydixon]

Stress Relief

Summary: You help Øystein blow off a little steam in the back office at Helvete.

Warnings: Oral Fem!Recieving, Oral M!Recieving, Rough facefucking, praise kink-ish, Established relationship

You woke up to an empty bed and huffed, feeling around as if you could somehow miss the warm body that you were used to waking up to. 

You laid there for a few minutes before pulling one of Øystein’s shirts over your head and climbed down to go make yourself a cup of tea. 

you had a few hours before the store opened, and it was only supposed to be the two of you. Faust was on tour with his band and Occultus had gone with him to ‘help’. 

You took your tea into the office, where you found Øystein sitting at his desk, looking beyond stressed. 

“You okay?�� You frowned, padding across the floor with your bare feet. 

“Yeah.” He sighed, tugging you gently into his lap once you was within reach “just drowning in paperwork.” 

“Do you want some help?” You offered, setting down your mug to look over the mess of invoices. 

“Maybe?” He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back against his chest so he could look over your shoulder “I don’t know.” 

You took over for awhile, perched in his lap while he watched you work, sharing your tea until it had gone cold.  

The stress had clouded his thoughts so heavily that an hour went by before he realized that you weren’t wearing any pants.

His fingertips dug into the sides of your waist, then trailed down your hips to see if he could feel any panties underneath his t-shirt. 

He couldn’t.

Øystein squeezed his eyes shut and rested his forehead against the back of your shoulder for a moment, struggling to fight off the quickly growing tent in his trackpants. 

He really did need your help and really should’ve been focusing on working, but from the second he realised that you were only wearing his shirt, all thoughts of being responsible were wiped right out of his brain. 

You could feel his warm breath fanning over the back of your neck and the way his fingers dug into your hips. It was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate, especially when his fingers crept up the bottom of your shirt and started tracing patterns on your upper thighs and hips. 

You shifted in his lap and felt him beneath you, stiff and waiting for attention. 

“We really should be focusing on this paperwork.” You breathed, leaning back into his chest “It’s important.” 

“Go ahead,” He muttered into the side of your neck, “Don’t let me stop you.” 

You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

His hands neared your core and you couldn’t help the whine that fell from your lips. 

The whine turned into a gasp when one of his fingers ran down your slit unexpectedly. 

“Øystein.” You’d meant to sound firm, but really, it just sounded like you was begging for more as you squirmed in his lap. 

“Keep working.” He told you. 

“I’m trying but you’re being very distracting.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands pried your legs open, hooking them over his knees so that you were spread right open. 

“Keep working.” He said again, firmer. 

His teeth grazed the back of your neck and you shuddered, nodding absently.

You really did try your very best to try and get back to the bookkeeping, doing all you could not to toss everything off the desk when his fingers started working you over. 

He started by massaging your clit in tantalizing circles, listening to your gasps and pants as he pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses up and down the sides of your neck

By the time he’d started pumping a finger, then two, into you rhythmically, you were a whimpering mess in his lap, no longer even looking at the paperwork. You ground your pelvis onto his fingers, trying to get as much friction going as possible. 

“You want to help?” He muttered into your neck, pressing his bulge against your ass. “Give me a little stress relief?” 

You nodded eagerly, writhing under his hands. 

“On your knees,” Øystein commanded, releasing his hold on your legs so you could move. 

You whimpered at the loss of his touch, but complied, looking up at him with those big doe eyes while you knelt at his feet. 

He held your stare as he freed his cock from his track pants, watching the way your eyes darted towards it when it slapped against his toned stomach. 

Øystein grabbed you by the chin and looked directly into your eyes, full of lust. 

“You gonna be good for me?” 

You nodded, and immediately wrapped your hand around his length, slowly working him over until he pulled you towards him.

The second he felt the warmth of your mouth, his hips bucked forward and he started breathing heavily.

“Shit.” He groaned loudly, hands weaved into your hair as he fucked your face roughly “That’s it baby, take it.” 

The sounds of your gagging and choking every time he rammed into the back of your throat turned him on more than they should have, but there was just something about the way you only listened to him when the two of you were being intimate that kept him from worrying. 

He knew that if you didn’t want to do something, you’d tell him or push him away.

Your nails dug into his thighs, harder with every thrust as your lips stretched to accommodate his glistening cock. your jaw ached, but you kept your cheeks hollowed out, genuinely wanting to help him relax, even if it meant nursing a sore jaw for the rest of the day. 

Your tongue pressed up against the bottom of his cock, adding to the already intoxicating experience. 

He grunted, tightening his hold on your hair. 

“That’s a good girl.” His praise brought on a new, unexpected wave of arousal “Just like that.” 

You ignored the fact that it felt like this man was changing your brain chemistry, shattering the inherent desire to be independent, and continued to enthusiastically bring him to orgasm. 

“Fuck,” Øystein slammed himself into your throat, “Just a little more, pretty girl” 

A few seconds later, his head fell back and he let out a sound that sounded more like a growl than anything. 

You felt rope after rope of hot liquid spray the back of your throat and swallowed all of it, allowing him a few more lazy thrusts until his dick popped out of your mouth with a satisfying suctioning noise. 

Once he’d gotten his bearings after his earth-shattering orgasm, Øystein crouched down onto the floor to meet your gaze. 

You were breathing heavily, still gasping for breath after having him wedged in your throat for so long. 

What was left of yesterday’s makeup was running down your cheeks from the involuntary tears that the gagging had brought on. 

You looked up at him as he cradled your face, swiping his thumbs over the mascara trails and looking down at you so tenderly that you thought you might start crying for real. 

“Your turn.” he muttered, pulling you to her feet suddenly, then lifted you up off the ground and set you down on the desk, his touch surprisingly soft after the rough facefucking he’d just delivered. 

He nudged you down onto your back and got on his knees for you, draping your legs over his shoulders as he eagerly lapped at your cunt. 

Your gasped and arched your back, writhing beneath him as he held you still with an iron grop on your hips. 

Your head fell back and rested on the desk, lulling to the side every so often while you whimpered and moaned desperately. 

One of your hands grabbed at his hair while the other clutched the edge of the wooden desk above your head, anchoring yourself to him and the moment. 

He eased a finger into you gently and pumped it slowly, but rhythmically while he tongued your clit. 

“Faster,” You breathed, trying to buck your hips forward but unable to because of his grip, even one-handed. “Please, Øystein.” 

“Like this?” He spoke into your mound, eating you out like a man starved while his fingers increased speed, curling inside of you. 

All he got in response at first was a low, drawn-out moan and your entire body tensing as the coil inside of you tightened. 

“Just like that keep going!” you managed to egg him on between pants and mewling sounds 

You came harder than you ever had. 

You could hardly breathe after, chest heaving as you came down. 

Your entire body felt warm and tingly as he slowed to a stop. 

“Fuck.” You breathed, slumped over the table, still half propped up by his kneeling body. “I- fuck.” 

You couldn’t even formulate a sentence. 

Øystein got up slowly, careful not to let you fall, and scooped you up in his arms before sitting back on the chair, his face still slick with your juices. 

You rested your head on his shoulder while your legs dangled over the arm of the chair, sighing tiredly, but happily. 

“You okay?” He muttered into your hair, same as he did every time he got even a little rough with you. 

“Yeah.” you hummed, melting further into him “Are you?” 

“I’m better than okay.” Øystein told you softly, trailing his fingertips up and down your bare arm. “Definitely less stressed out.” 

You chuckled breathily, pressing your lips to his bare chest.

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[monstertreden]

⋮ ACT FAST,ASSISTANT! ⋮

-Reader: FEM reader (Can be either platonic or romantic) -TW: it's Faust, lol  -Character: DR. Faust (Guilty Gear, Pre-Strive events) Summary: Headcanons about Dr. Faust and the reader as his apprentice. -Word count : 978 -A/N: One of my favourite characters in GG actually, he’s so silly I love himmm

💉Oh lawd..where do I start with this man.. ­­­He’s unpredictable at his best; one moment he’s working alongside you, and the next, he nearly destroys the entire operation room by tripping and sliding across an operating table…

You could only sigh and rub your temples, turning around to organise the paperwork

"I swear, Faust, where did you—"

💉Next thing you know as soon as you turn your head around, he’s already gone. You MUST always keep an eye, or maybe two, on him and his whereabouts. God knows where the hell he flew off with that bizarre umbrella of his! It’s like watching over a grown-sized toddler with the curiosity of a... a ferret on a sugar rush!

Soon you hear the faint sound of something crashing in the distance, followed by an unfamiliar squeal “Not again… I bet somehow, he got himself stuck in a damn tree...”

Quickly exiting the lab, you found the doctor hanging upside down from a tree branch, giggling maniacally

“Ah, my dear assistant! You found me! You wouldn’t believe the view from up here! I think I might have discovered a new form of aerial medicine! Join me!"

💉Through his eccentric personality, Faust is remarkably and incredibly protective when it comes to his assistant’s safety, during their more chaotic medical missions.

Walking down a dark alley you whispered “This place gives me the creeps, eughhhh... Are you sure we should be here? Can we give this to maybe someone else??”

“Nope, nope! my dear assistant. There’s a mystery to solve here, and patients to help, which is our primary concern! But don’t worry!!—your safety is my top priority above all else!”

You two move deeper into the dark hospital, shadows playing tricks on their eyes. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from a nearby room, and you screech, instinctively clutching Faust’s sleeve. “What was that?!”

Placinga reassuring hand on her shoulder, Faust pauses momentarily “Pfff..It’s probably just a… mischievous ghost. Or perhaps an unstable ceiling.” Despite his light-hearted comment, Faust steps in front of you and starts skipping, leading the way. “Let’s hope for the ceiling!”

💉Not only that, but he also genuinely cares about his assistant well-being. Such as asking if you had breakfast, lunch, snack time and dinner too. At times forgetful, he tries his best to remind you to drink water. After all, his assistant must always feel comfortable in her work environment!

Randomly popping up from behind a cabinet, while holding a stethoscope, Faust chimes in “Ah, my dear assistant!! Quick and unbothersome question—have you had lunch today? ”

 Startled, you looked up from your work “Lunch? Ah, eh... I… I might… have skipped it.”

(Maybe you shouldn’t have said that)

Faust gasps dramatically as he shakes your shoulders “Skipped lunch?? Unacceptable! A healthy assistant is a happy assistant! You! Must! Be! Fueled!” In a flash, he disappears into another room, and to your surprise, moments later, Faust reappears, holding a tray with a slightly chaotic assortment of food—a sandwich, a cup of yoghurt and a slice of cake. Oh my, it looked like he had just raided the breakroom.

 “Voilà! A balanced meal, carefully curated for your nutritional needs! Every bite was chosen with utmost care!... WAIT I’VE FORGOTTEN SOMETHING” He shouted, grabbing a comically large water dispenser bottle and hefting it onto the table.

“And now, hydration! You must stay properly hydrated. Here’s some clear! water!” He gestures grandly to the massive bottle before taking a seat on a  small children's chair. “Let the tea party begin! Come on, sit! Sit! These are doctor’s orders!” Insisting, he served himself some herbal tea in one of the mismatched, colourful mugs he had been collecting from his travels with her.

💉 Although he can’t always be by your side when you’re checking paperwork, he frequently leaves little whimsical doodles and encouraging notes on their patient charts for you to find. Each one is sillier than the last, full of colour and humour, guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.

In the evening of that day, you sat at your desk, surrounded by documents and medical forms,  pen scratching softly against the paper. “This is so exhausting…”

As you flip through one of your patient's charts, your eyes catch a small, vibrant doodle in the upper corner. Aww, it was a frog wearing a lab coat that wielded a stethoscope like a sword, with a speech bubble that read: ‘You’re doing toad-ally amazing!’

This made your day ,laughing quietly “Oh, Faust…”

💉 After a long day Faust surely knows when to dial it down, sharing quiet moments with his assistant over tea. Quiet interludes that soon become cherished rituals, discussing life, dreams, and their shared passion for helping others More than often, these moments helped him find clarity and calm his chaotic mind.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while, the warmth of your tea making the world outside feel a little softer. After a long pause, you voice your thoughts “Doctor, do you… ever think about what’s next? I mean, beyond the lab, beyond all the patients?”

Faust wasted no time to reply, his usual playful demeanour replaced by thoughtful sincerity.  “Sometimes. I dream of a world where everyone feels a little lighter, a little healthier! Both physically and emotionally. And perhaps, one day, find a way to bring even more joy to those who need it.”

Your lips curve into a soft smile “That sounds like a wonderful dream, doctor... I’d like to be a part of that, if I could, of course-”

Your words trail off as you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. His touch is surprisingly warm.

“You already are, my dear. I’m grateful for you and together, we’ll keep helping,  and keep finding those moments of quiet amidst the whirlwind. Remember, one patient, one smile and most of all, one shared cup of tea at a time.”

[nom-nommmm1]

Hi!!! I really like your writing!

I just wanted to throw this idea out there of fem!y/n and dead going to a fair or something. They are having fun together and maybe it leads into smut? Eh just wanted to throw that out there. Thanks!

FAIR - PELLE/DEAD

Masterlist + taglist !!

Ty anon for the request, I had a little scare for a sec bc I thought I deleted your request 😭 but anyways thank you for your support. It means a lot to me that you enjoy what I write <3

Content warning !!: sweet!pelle x fem!reader, unprotected p in v, car sex, friends to lovers

the doorbell rang. I get up off the couch, grabbing my phone. I open the door coming face to face with Pelle. “Hey Pelle whats u-“ I ask before he cuts me off. “Hey y/n, me, euro and the guys wanted to know if you’d go to the fair with us” he says quickly, a pinky blush forming on his face. “Oh yea sure…can I get dressed?” I ask, pointing to my silky pajamas. Pelle looks at my pajama’s and then back at me, his blush deepening. “Oh! Yes- I’m so sorry!” He chuckles, closing the door.

“We’ll be waiting outside for you!” He yells before walking back to his car. I chuckle walking back to my room, picking out my outfit. I walk down the stairs, getting my purse next to the front door as euro honks the horn, irritated. “I’m coming!” I holler to him as I lock the door, making my way to their car. I step up to their car window trying to open the door but it’s locked. Euro rolls down the window. “Ah-ah, you’re riding with Pelle, we got too many people in this car” he says pointing to Pelles car.

Pelle slouches in his seat, his blush a bright pink. I sigh walking to his car. Why does this kid not like me? I reach the passenger seat window, opening the door and taking a seat. “So what music you got in here?��� I ask looking at his CDs piled on his center console. “Oh..just some random stuff, you can pick what we listen to on our way” he says handing me the CDs. “Awesome” I smile, taking a cd, putting it into the player. The corners of Pelles lips curl as he puts the car in drive.

Euronymous takes the lead in driving to the fair, we follow him closely. “Good choice” Pelle says turning the radio up a tad. ”Thanks” I say looking at him for a moment without him noticing, taking in his big brown eyes. I smile leaning back in my seat. The AC blasts, I shiver. “You cold?” Pelle asks glancing every now and then. “Yea, could you turn the air down a touch?” I ask holding myself. “Totally” he says turning the air down. “Thank you” I say. Pelle nods, keeping his eyes on the road.

We pull up to the fair, trying to find a place to park. Both cars park next to each other. Pelle and I get out, going to the others. “So what should we do first?” Faust asks looking around the place. Everyone shrugs their shoulders but Euro sees a ride he wants to go on. “What about the tornado?” He asks looking to the group. No one objects. Oh fuck. Euro looks around on last time. “Alright let’s go” he says heading straight to the ride to try and be the first on.

We all get on the ride, I hold onto the handle bars tightly, scared of falling. I ride starts up, spinning slowly, but it speeds up gradually. After about five minutes we are up in the air spinning. “Holy fuck!” I scream still holding onto the bars while everyone else has their hand up in the air, laughing at my fear. The ride slows down, going to the ground. The workers unbuckle us and I make a run to the exit, still dizzy.

“Never again” I say panting as everyone else is still laughing. “So who’s gonna stay with y/n if they’re not going on rides?” Hellhamer asked. Pelle raised his hand. “I’d be fine to do it, I’m not too interested in riding rides anyways” he said grabbing my arm gently. “Cmon let’s go sit down” he said leading me to a bench. We both sat on opposite sides of the bench, looking around the fair in silence for a moment or two.

“Are you sure you didn’t want to hang out with them? You totally can if you want to, I can just Uber home” I said quickly but Pelle just chuckled. “You worry too much, I would never leave you here alone, I can ride rides next time. Don’t worry” he smiled, making eye contact with me. I blushed, nodding. Music from the game stands started to get louder and I couldn’t help but look. Pelle noticed me looking at one particular game stand and spoke up.

“You wanna check out some of their games?” He asked taking me out of my trance. “Sure!” I exclaim excitedly, taking Pelles hand and practically running to a stand. Pelle blushed, rubbing the soft skin of my knuckle before I let go. After a few tries of one game I won a my melody plush and a beach ball. Pelle leads me to another stand where he wins a huge teddy bear. I chuckle looking at the big bear in his arms.

He struggles to carry the bear as he takes his hand in mine. “You wanna take this stuff to the car?” He asks out of breath from keeping the bear up. “For sure” I laugh as we walk to the car. We make it to the car, popping the trunk and stuffing the plushies. We are breathless from tussling with the huge bear, Pelle opens the front doors, we both sit. “God I’ve never seen fairs give out this big of bears” he says still painting. “I know right” I say laughing.

We both take a minute to catch our breath before Pelle says something. “Did you have fun?” He asks looking to me. “I had I a lot of fun with you Pelle” I say, Pelles lips curl into a big smile as he hears that. “I’m glad” he says inching a little closer to me. I follow his lead, scooting in closer to him. Pelle looks into my eyes, his dilate as he puts his hands on my jaw. “You want to do this?” He asks, his thumb rubbing my lip.

I nod, leaning into Pelles lips, kissing him. Pelle kisses me back roughly, bitting my lips any chance he gets. He groans pulling away from me. I look at him confused until he climbs into the back seat. I smirk. He grabs my face again, kissing me roughly. With his other hand he scoops me up and puts me in his lap in the back seat. I groan into his lips, feeling the tent in his pants right on my leg.

Pelle moves his hands down to my ass, grabbing and squeezing wherever he could reach. I blush feeling his hands all over me. He smiles, pulling my shirt up. Slowly taking it off me before taking off his own shirt. He looks at my figure with admiration, taking in every part of me. After a few moments of silence he takes my lips again.

I smile feeling his tongue collide with mine. He takes me off of his lap, slipping out of his pants and boxers. Giving his cock a few pumps before looking at me, I smirk pulling my panties down a little. Pelle blushes, taking my hand, and pulling them all the way down for me. I chuckle as I hover over his lap. “You sure you’re ready?” He asks nervously. “I’m more than ready,” I say looking into Pelle's eyes, slowly taking in his cock, mouth agape full of moans and groans before fully plopping down on his length.

Pelle moans, slapping my ass roughly. I squirm, a small yelp falling from my lips. Pelle bites his lip as I squirm, feeling my movement sending shivers down his spine. His hands come up to my hips, forcing me to stay still. We sit like that for a minute before Pelle starts to move me up and down slowly. I moan feeling his length go in and out of me and a slow pace. Pelle looks up at me, staring at me with lust.

He speeds up his pace. As I’m about to moan Pelle kisses me, keeping me from being loud. “You have to be a little quieter” he says in my lips. I nod, kissing him back. He speeds up again, this time he goes painfully fast on me. The sound of the CD can be heard at max volume throughout the car. Pelle moans into my lips, his forehead starting to collect sweat.

He pulls me on and off of his cock at lightning speed, I practically scream, cumming on his cock. Shortly after Pelle cums. We stay like this, trying to catch our breath. Pelle kisses me, taking me off of his cock. He puts his jacket around me, holding me in his arms. “Do you want to go home or would you maybe…wanna go back to mine?” He asks, his cheeks turning red. We just had sex and this kid is still nervous around me. I laugh.

“I think we should go back to your place” I say. Pelle smirks before putting his boxers and pants back on. “Let’s go then” he says climbing back into the driver seat.

Jk guys I had time today 😽

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[fanfictionstuff]

Can I request a jealous Mephisto x reader? Whenever he is being a bit possessive when another guy talk to reader^^

Hello! I hope this is okay :)

 You’re heading towards Mephisto’s office when someone calls out to you. “______, how are you?”  A young man around your age grins brightly at you, a new teacher employed by True Cross Academy. You wrack your brain, trying to remember the man’s name. “Tanaka-sensei.” You nod kindly to him, unable to remember the given name he had requested you call him by.

“Please, call me Kenzo. You’re not one of my students.”

“Right, Kenzo. I’m good, how are you?”

“Great! I was wondering if you have some time this evening?”

Time for what? “I’m actually heading to the headmaster’s office to drop off some important documents.”

Kenzo’s eyes drop to the rather thick envelope in your hands. “I can wait for you.” He offers, assuming it’d be a quick drop-off. “Maybe we could see a movie? I heard there’s a new movie that’s just come out tonight.” 

A voice from down the hall interrupts, causing you to glance towards the demon king, who smiles despite his clenched teeth. “_____, Tanaka-sensei,” he says, emphasizing your given name. “You know, workplace romance is frowned upon,” he declares theatrically, shaking his head in feigned disapproval.

“Sir Faust! Good evening. It’s not like that. I hoped we could watch a movie together as friends.” Tanaka looks at you anxiously, hoping you’ll support him. Neither of you wants to put your careers at risk, right? As a new teacher, he cannot afford any negative marks on his record. 

The faux grin drops, “Is that so?”

“Sir Faust, I have some important paperwork for you.” You raise the file, trying to divert his focus from the poor man beside you. Of course, it doesn’t work in your, nor his, favor.

“Sir Faust?” Mephisto raises a brow at you; honestly, you could slap the demon king at this moment. “Since when do you call me Sir Faust?” 

Kenzo watches in confusion. Do you have a relationship with the headmaster?

Mephisto turns his attention back to the new teacher. "I must say, your boldness in pursuing my dear ______ is quite commendable. However, I must warn you, treading in these waters may lead to unexpected depths."

Kenzo stutters, surprised by Mephisto's remarks. "I-I apologize if I offended you, Sir Faust. I was only suggesting a friendly outing.” He swallows nervously, aware of the implicit threat in Mephisto's caution. “I meant no harm," he stutters, stepping back.

Mephisto's smile widens, revealing a hint of his sharp canines. "No harm done... for now." He casually waves his hand, sending Kenzo practically scurrying away, anxious to escape the headmaster's unsettling presence.

As Kenzo rounds the corner, you face Mephisto, a look of exasperation on your face as you move closer to him. "Mephisto, you didn't need to scare him like that. Kenzo is just a nice guy looking to make friends," you scold.  

Mephisto chuckles quietly, sending chills down your spine as he looks at you with an amused glint in his forest green eyes. "My dear _______, you need to realize that not everyone approaches you with genuine motives. I just had to remind our enthusiastic new teacher about the boundaries he should respect." 

You let out a sigh, knowing Mephisto's words hold some truth; yet, his possessiveness still annoys you. "I can manage on my own, you know," you reply, arms crossed over your chest. 

"Of course, my love," Mephisto replies smoothly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "But a little reminder now and then never hurts." 

Before you can reply, Mephisto moves in closer, his captivating gaze fixed on yours. "Shall we continue our discussion in a more private setting, my dear?" he proposes, his tone suggestive.

[refrainedchain]

Dandelions

Eldritch!Hong Lu x Reader

At your lowest and darkest hour, you discovered that there was someone—or something?—in whom you could still find meaning to persist.

Note: behold, my Saya no Uta AU for Limbus that nobody asked for!!! Contains suicidal thoughts and suicide attempt(s), please mind the warnings! (this being inspired by Saya no Uta is a ton of warnings by itself tbh) Length: 1.5k words

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Whoever decided on performing experimental life-saving brain surgery on you should rot in hell. 

They probably thought nothing of it. Just doing their best to save your life and all. Maybe they even hoped for a simple “thank you” when you woke up. But there was absolutely nothing for which to be thankful.

Especially not with your new ‘condition’.

To put it simply, all five of your senses were now distorted beyond belief.

Blood, flesh, and viscera; those were the sights that mutated your once-mundane world. 

Rot, bile, and decay; those were the scents that viciously assaulted your nose.

Squelches, shrills, and cacophony; those were the sounds that mercilessly rattled your ears.

Misery, agony, and hell; those were the words that now became synonymous with your new life.

And all because of some damn car accident.

Apparently, about 2.2% of all worldwide deaths were attributed to car accidents. Why couldn’t you have been part of that statistic? Your parents were already included so what’s an extra person? It would’ve been a thousand-times better than living like this. 

You had already tried overdosing on some antidepressants that Dr. Faust—a so-called ‘genius’ who still hadn’t figured out that despite all of your tests coming back normal, there was something wrong with you—prescribed you since the first check-up. Unfortunately that didn’t work, no thanks to Don Quixote and Rodya coming by to visit just when you were on the verge of blacking out. The memory of two hideous lumps of flesh sending ear-piercing screeches at you with their putrid breaths whilst violently tugging at your bones still made you shudder. You wondered if they had also hoped for a “thank you” when you woke up on that same disgusting hospital bed. 

Well, it didn’t matter anymore. 

In your hand was a gun made of cool, pulsing flesh. And pressed against the muzzle of the gun, was your head. 

This time, there would be no interruptions. No one ever visited the woods at nighttime anyway.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly curled your finger around the trigger.

Crunch.

Ignore it. Just the wind.

Squish. Crunch.

Animal. Ignore it.

Thud. Squish. Crunch. The sounds were much closer now too.

“Huh,” a voice spoke in front of you, light and intelligible. “I’ve never seen a human around here before!”

For the love of—

You opened your eyes and instantly your breath hitched. 

Before you stood the most beautiful man—person—you had ever seen in your life. You didn’t know how else to describe him other than he glowed so brightly that you wondered if he was secretly an angel who fell from the heavens. The pure white clothes he wore seemed to support that too.

“Hm?” He took another step toward you and tilted his head. Crap, were you staring too much? It’s just been so long since you’d seen anyone look so… human.

“Are—” you tried to speak but your words got stuck. So you cleared your dry throat and tried again. 

“Are you… real?”

The person paused at your words, studying you for what felt like an hour. Then, he smiled so kindly that your heart nearly stopped right then and there. 

“I don’t know. Am I?” he asked, still smiling.

What kind of answer was that?

“Then, can I hold your hand? Please.” You hoped you didn’t sound as desperate as you felt.

Thankfully, though, he didn’t seem completely put off by your request. With an expression equal parts curious and amused, he offered you his hand.

“You’re a strange one~” he said, giggling. 

Oh, you knew.

You carefully took his hand into yours and god—when was the last time you touched something that actually resembled human skin? This hand had all the makings of a human hand: five fingers with a nail on each end, blue veins and bones beneath pale skin, creases where the fingers bend, smooth palm decorated with lines, knuckles, wrist, and so on. You never cared about hands or any body parts before, really, but you were so deprived of humanity that even something as insignificant like this human hand was enough to make you weep. 

And so you did.

If the person had any thoughts about your tears mercifully nothing was said—

“I didn’t know humans could leak fluid from their eyes like that. Looks painful~” 

Never mind.

“You’ve never cried before?” you asked in a strained voice, wiping away your tears. 

“Hm, nope.” His smile then became miniscule. “Ah, I’ve been meaning to ask, did I interrupt you?”

“What?”

He pointed at the gun in your hand. Oh. Right. “To be honest, yeah. You did.”

“My bad,” he said, but with his carefree tone you couldn’t tell whether he was being sincere or not. “So what were you trying to do?”

“To die,” you answered bluntly. 

“Why do you want to die?”

“Because I don’t want to live anymore.”

“And why don’t you want to live?”

“Because being alive is worse than death.”

He hummed at your words. Then, for some reason beyond you, he smiled widely.

“Well, go ahead. Don’t let me keep you any longer~”

…Huh?

You looked down at your gun, and paused. On one hand, it was nice that you’d still be able to kill yourself without any outside intervention. On the other hand, it was a bit disturbing how comfortable he looked with watching you blow your brains out. Had this night gone as planned, you would’ve already been dead. But, there was something you had never accounted for before coming out here; him. Which reminded you—

“What’s your name?” you asked, voice more steady.

His eyes widened, smile faltering. “Ah. Um,” he hummed unsurely, his gaze now off to the side. “Hong Lu, I think…?”

Then he nodded to himself, returning his gaze back onto you. “Mm. My name is Hong Lu. It’s nice to meet you~” he said warmly, donning the same kind smile he had for most of the night.

“Nice to meet you too.” And you actually meant it. 

Right, you never accounted for Hong Lu tonight. To think that a vestige of humanity—normalcy—had been hidden right under your nose made you want to peel off your skin. Yet strangely enough, it also made you feel hopeful. 

Perhaps it was due to that blooming hope, but, postponing your death by an extra day didn’t seem that bad to you. Perhaps.

“It’s getting late. I’m leaving now,” you spoke quietly, turning on your heel.

“Will you be back again?” Hong Lu asked, voice tinted with emotions you didn’t want to name.

You stopped and turned around. A softer, almost eager smile was waiting for you—hopeful, even. 

Huh.

“...Okay. Tomorrow.”

❀—❀—❀—❀—❀

You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Hong Lu was different. Him talking about humans as if it were some foreign species was one thing. But, if everything in your world was turned on its head, mutating humanity to gore-y atrocity, then it was obvious that the same logic would apply to Hong Lu. For him to appear human to you, albeit with an otherworldly aura, then he would either have to be something so divine that even your condition was unable to twist it into something horrifying, or something much, much worse that anything you can imagine. And you’ve seen everything by now.

Monster, atrocity, abomination from the depths of hell—

“Oh, you’re back~!” Hong Lu lit up as soon as you came into his field of vision. You might even dare to say that part of him was surprised that you had returned.

One thing was obvious though; you didn’t care. Whether Hong Lu was some divine angel who fell from the skies or some eldritch abomination who crawled out of the abyss, the only thing that mattered was that to your perception he was human. 

“Do you have a home?” you asked.

Hong Lu shuffled a bit on the patch of dry viscera he sat upon, discomfort evident on his face. “No. Not in this world,” he responded less cheerfully. 

“Want to come with me, then?”

He perked up. “Where to?”

“My house. I used to have family living there with me but they’re…” A twinge of pain pierced through your heart. “Let’s just say I have no one now.”

No one in this world who could understand you, sympathize with you, or give you hope for a better tomorrow.

No one, except for him.

Hong Lu’s eyes widened in starstruck awe, like brilliant jewels of obsidian and jade. “Is it really okay for me to join you? You’re fine with…?” Me went unsaid yet you heard it all the same.

“I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t. The choice is yours,” you assured him. Hong Lu stared at you, seemingly lost in thought. 

It was simple, really. You had no one and he had no one. Together, you would each have one. And truth be told, you didn’t want to lose him. If that made you selfish, then so be it.

A wide, joyous grin formed on Hong Lu’s face, like you had just told him he won the lottery. Then he giggled, short and melodious, soothing your soul like a balm.

“I will, then.” 

His eyes shined so brightly you nearly had to squint. Similarly, you could see your own future brightening up in ways you’d recently thought were impossible. Like a dandelion seed growing in the desert. 

✦---✦---✦---✦---✦

Saya no Uta has ruined my life so now, I aspire to ruin all of your lives as well. Also if you don't know what Saya is, search it up at your own risk since it's an 18+ vn with explicit sexual content and a lot of dark content you have been warned.

Also shoutouts to the song Duetting Solo by Mili for carrying me whilst writing this c:

Anyway thanks for reading!!

[thesagesjournal]

[Log-in story] A Festival Of Friendship Ringing With Laughter ②

Appearing characters: Mithra, Faust, Rustica

Mithra: There’s nothing here either…

Faust: I was wondering who was ransacking the kitchen. Turns out it was just you.

Rustica: Are you looking for something? Perhaps I could lend a hand.

Mithra: I was feeling peckish, so I came here looking for something to eat, but as you can see, it's all dust and cobwebs.

Faust: Ah, that’s right. Nero recently cleaned out the kitchen in preparation for the festival.

Mithra: It’s awfully rude of him not to consider me while setting up for this ‘festival’.

Rustica: What is that curious object you’re holding, Mithra?

Rustica: It’s as if someone’s poked several little holes into a frying pan, how funny.

Faust: That must be the “takoyaki pan”.

Faust: It’s a replica of a cooking utensil from the Sage’s world. Nero and the Sage were talking about it a while ago.

Mithra: Is that what this is? I found it while rifling through the shelves.

Rustica: Whatever dish is made with this pan must be simply delightful.

Rustica: Do you know how to use it, Faust?

Faust: The Sage explained the gist of it.

Faust: You pour a batter mixture over the holes and cook them to create ‘takoyaki’.

Mithra: Oh? Then, please make it for us.

Faust: Me?

Faust: Even if I wanted to, we don’t have any octopus here for the recipe.

Mithra: <Arthim>

Mithra: Here. Use this.

Rustica: Oh! A fresh and slimy octopus.

Faust: How in the world…

Rustica: Simply imagining the taste of a dish from the Master Sage’s hometown with such fresh ingredients makes my very heart dance with joy.

Mithra & Rustica: … Faust.

Mithra: You can do it.

Rustica: We’ll leave it to you.

Faust: (I can’t resist their puppy-eyes…)

Faust: …Okay, fine. I’m feeling a bit hungry as well, so why not.

Faust: Although, I can’t guarantee I can pull this off.

Rustica: Thank you, Faust.

Mithra: Hurry up now.

Faust: Don’t rush me. First, I’ll have to make the batter with some water, eggs, and flour… Faust: Then, cut up the octopus into little bits and add it to the batter.

Rustica: …Ahh, the rhythmic sounds of the knife against the cutting board is inspiring a song in me.

Rustica: Shall I perform a little something while you prepare the takoyaki for us?

Faust: Alright, now that the batter and octopus are in the pan, all that’s left is to cook it.

Faust: The outside is supposed to be crispy, while the inside stays soft and creamy…

Mithra: It’s like he can’t even hear you.

Rustica: What admirable focus! It gives all the more reason to keep cheering him on.

Faust: Damn! I spilled some… I need to turn them over quicker.

Faust: Maybe if I do it like this… Flip…. Flip….

Faust: Phew, looks like that worked.

Mithra: Can we eat yet?

Faust: Not yet. I have to add the finishing touches. First, drizzle a bit of sauce, then sprinkle on the bonito flakes and dried seaweed…

Faust: And it’s done. One serving of takoyaki, coming right up!

Mithra: …What?

Faust: Apparently that’s what people say when the food’s ready in the Sage’s world, so I thought I’d pay homage to that.

Rustica: Ah, so this is a ‘takoyaki’. It looks like a sunset-coloured pearl.

Mithra: Hmm, it smells good too.

Faust: It's not much, but it's honest work.. We should eat before it gets cold. 

Rustica: Shall we dig in, then?

Faust, Mithra, & Rustica: One, two…

Faust, Mithra, & Rustica: Hot, hot…!

[lyranova]

Hi can you write a college au + coffee shop au fic of delinquent Nacht x f!reader where the dynamic is NOT bad boy x good girl but bad boy x dense girl. Where both of them are college students and reader works part time as a barista. Please include Morgen and Yami as side characters.

Hiya anon, I apologize for the wait! Of course I can, and I did my best to work in Morgen and Yami as side characters. Also this isn’t really as fluffy as most other fics, this is more…neutral I guess? But I still hope you enjoy~!

Taglist: @loosesodamarble

Word Count: 1,315

Warnings: None

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You watched as your newest co-worker, Nacht Faust, struggled with the coffee maker. He cursed and glared as it made a very unsettling hiss, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.

This guy…why on earth did he lie and say he had experience when he clearly did not?!

As you watched him continue to struggle, you couldn’t help but recall the day he had come up to you at school and asked if your parent’s coffee shop still needed another employee. You had told him that they did, and all he did was nod in response and walk away.

It had been really weird; but then again Nacht had always been weird ever since you two were kids, so it wasn’t really a surprise. But after he came up to you the next day and announced that you two were co-workers now as well as classmates you had been surprised!

You sighed and shook your head, you couldn’t believe that your parents had agreed to hire one of the most well known delinquents in town. But at the same time, you knew that your parents had a soft spot for him…

And so did you.

“ Good morning you two!” Morgen Faust greeted happily as he walked into the shop.

“ I wouldn’t say their morning is ‘good’ if that sound is any indication.” Yami Sukehiro, the other delinquent in town and Nacht’s friend, said as he winced at the awful hissing sound.

“ And I wouldn’t say your morning will be good if you don’t shut up.” Nacht muttered in irritation as he glanced at his chuckling friend.

You rolled your eyes before quickly greeting Morgen, ignoring Yami, and walking over to Nacht.

“ Here,” You began as you walked up behind him. “ You gotta do it like this.” You instructed as you reached around, grabbed his hands, and began to show him how the coffee machine worked.

“ I’ve got it,” He muttered, his voice quiet but as he turned away you swore you saw his cheeks were now bright pink.

You tilted your head, why was his face red? Did he maybe get too warm working with the coffee machine?

“ You sure?” You asked, and when he gave you a nod you released his hands and stepped away from him, walked out from behind the counter, and walked towards Morgen and Yami.

“ I take it that training isn’t going well?” Morgen asked you with a nervous laugh, and you shook your head.

“ Nope, not at all,” You sighed as more cursing and a loud crash could be heard from Nacht.

“ It could be worse,” Yami began as he leaned back in his seat. “ He could’ve burnt down the coffee shop already.”

“ Don’t say that, or he just might!” You exclaimed in panic, an image of the coffee shop burning down flashing in your mind. Yami laughed while Morgen just shook his head.

“ To be honest, I really don’t understand why he applied here,” You admitted after a moment. “ I mean, I know he needed a job…but why did he apply here of all places?”

“ Hm, I wonder,” Morgen hummed mysteriously, his eyes telling you he knew exactly why his twin had applied there.

But lucky you didn’t have to wait very long to hear the reason.

“ He applied here because he likes you, you idiot,” Yami explained as he crossed his arms.

You stared at the pair for a moment, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to process what he had just said, but then you laughed.

“ That’s a good one Yami, you should make jokes like that more often!” You laughed as you patted his shoulder.

Morgen and Yami exchanged a look.

“ He…isn’t joking,” Morgen admitted hesitantly, his eyes now holding a serious look in them. “ That was the sole reason he applied here.”

“ That punk wanted to find an excuse to spend more time with you outside of school,” Yami added.

“ You…really didn’t know?” Morgen asked softly, and you shook your head slowly.

That didn’t make sense; Nacht, your childhood friend, liked you?! There was no way that was true…

But as you began to put all the pieces together, everything made sense. He would act hot and cold with you, he would say and do things that felt a little out of character for him, and whenever you got too close or held his hands like you did a moment ago his face would turn red and he would look nervous.

He liked you…

“ Why?” You muttered in confusion, you brows furrowing.

“ Why what?” Morgen and Yami asked in equal confusion.

“ Why does he like me? Out of all people?” You asked them in disbelief, and Yami shrugged.

“ I dunno, why don’t you go ask him?” Yami suggested, with Morgen nodding in agreement.

But you just stood there; your mind going a mile a minute as you tried to decide what to do, when suddenly another loud crash rang out through the coffee shop as a couple of mugs broke.

“ I…I-I need to get back to work,” You muttered as you walked away from your friends and went back behind the counter.

And for the rest of the day your mind was completely filled with nothing but Nacht and this new revelation.

“ You okay? You’ve been acting weird since this morning.” Nacht asked as the two of you stood outside the now closed coffee shop. He always walked you home after work, claiming that it was dangerous for you to walk home by yourself late at night.

You had laughed, saying that you could handle yourself, and he agreed but said that it didn’t hurt to have someone watching your back just in case.

But now that entire memory looked completely different than it had before…

“ Yeah, I’m fine.” You told him softly as you finished locking the shop and turned around to face the street.

Nacht’s eyes narrowed, not believing you for a second, and just as he was about to tell you so you spoke up.

“ Do you like me?”

He felt his heart stop dead in his chest at your question, and as he slowly turned to face you he noticed you were still staring out at the street.

“ Where did you hear that from?”

“ Yami and Morgen.”

“ Tsk, those two...” He muttered in irritation as he also turned to face the street. When he got back to the dorms he was definitely going to give them an earful, especially Yami!

The air quickly became thick and awkward as you and Nacht stood there, but eventually he sighed.

“ Yeah, I like you,” He admitted softly, his gaze drifting towards the ground.

You hummed.

“ Do…you also like me?” He asked you hesitantly, his voice even softer than before. The tone sounded nervous, and slightly afraid.

“ I don’t know,” You admitted softly as your gaze also drifted towards the ground. “ Everything feels…different now between us.”

Nacht nodded slowly.

“ A good different, or a bad different?” He asked as he looked over at you, trying to gauge your emotions through your expressions, but you weren’t giving anything away.

“ I think…it’s a good different,” You admitted softly, your brows furrowing in thought. Nacht let out a soft breath he hadn’t realized that he was holding.

It wasn’t a direct confirmation, but it wasn’t an outright rejection either.

“ I think we’ll have to spend more time together for me to figure it out,” You told him as you finally looked up and turned to face him. “ Is that alright?”

Nacht’s eyes widened and his brows raised in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and he looked away shyly.

“ I think I can work you into my schedule,” He said with a small grin.

“ Great! So should we have dinner tomorrow after work?”

Nacht turned to face you again, his grin widening, and his head nodding in agreement.

“ I think I can make that work.”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 30

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Somno | Aftercare

It was still early in the evening but you were already feeling exhausted. So exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open. It's not like you did anything differently today. Why are you so tired?

"You look exhausted," Charles says from across the table, noticing how your eyes keep fluttering.

"I feel like I'm going to pass out. I don't know why though," you run a hand through your hair and let out a deep breath.

"Are you not feeling well? Did you not sleep enough last night," he tries to reach over the table to feel your forehead.

"No no. I'm fine," you get him to sit back down.

"Go to bed and rest, I'll help with clean up," Faust suggests.

Vlad gives Faust a weird look. "I don't think I've ever heard you offer to help."

"Don't expect me to do dishes."

It used to be just Charles who did all the cleaning. But once you started living there you have been helping him with chores.

"Now go to bed. I don't need you exhausting yourself."

He urges you to go to bed so you do. Heading up to his room you aren't sure how you didn't collapse while walking.

"Ugh. What's wrong with me."

You get there and start to change but only get as far as taking your outer clothes off before you flip down on the bed, thinking this is good enough.

The moment your head hits the pillow you are out. You didn't even get the chance to cover yourself with the blanket.

Not long later Faust comes into his room, not even being careful of being quiet. He knows you're not waiting up.

Shutting the door he walks over next to the bed. His hand grabs your jaw and has your face looking towards him. You don't stir.

He chuckles to himself. "Maybe I used a little too much."

He lets you go and gets your underwear and bra off, dropping them into the pile of the clothes on the floor. His clothes join the pile and he gets on the bed.

"Maybe I should have warned you. Charles is going to be annoying over this," he huffs and spreads your legs open. "But you not knowing is so much more fun," he leans down and kisses your chest.

He holds one of your boobs tightly and kisses your nipple before giving it a slight bite. A soft whimper comes through but it's clear that your body is too tired to even react.

"Just like a ragdoll."

He sits back up, getting your legs spread wide and thrusts into you, moaning. The moment he is in you he starts fucking you. He doesn't even need to wait for you to adjust. The only way you are moving is if he moves you.

His thrusts into you hard. If you were awake you would already be screaming, but you make only moans and whimpers. Your body feels too heavy to move it. You won't know until morning when you are sore that anything even happened.

Faust feels as if he's never been able to get so deep. He moves your legs so that your knees are to your chest, essentially forcing you into a breeding press.

"F-fuck you're better unconscious."

His cock is being sure to bruise your insides. Hitting your cervix over and over. He wants you to feel it tomorrow. He wants you to feel cum leaking out of you all day.

He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. It's not like you are going anywhere but pinning you down feels so much better.

He leans down and kisses your neck, biting you a few times to leave marks before finally sinking his teeth into you. Your body seems to jerk for a moment but he isn't phased.

"It's so much better when you can't move," he growls. He knows he didn't have to ask you about any of this. You want it. He knows you do. There's no purpose in asking when he already knows.

He grits his teeth as he pushes you into the mattress. He feels himself getting close but isn't slowing down.

"Ungh, f-fuck."

Even as he cums he keeps thrusting into you. At first it was fuck to get all the cum out, but now with your walls slick with his cum he doesn't want to stop again. He wants to fuck that cum so deep inside you that you are dripping your days. That at any moment you're ready to be fucked because you are still slick with his cum. So he keeps fucking you until he's the one ready to pass out.

[child0feden]

KINDA I WANT TO

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader

- nsfw alphabet for bård!

oh gosh, i love this man so much! i need him inside of me nowww <3

- view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: kinda i want to by nine inch nails - day of suffering by morbid angel

* 18 + content ahead, please do not read if you are a minor *

a = aftercare ( what they are like after sex )

- bård is actually pretty damn good at caring for you after sex! he will ask you right away if you are okay and if you need a drink or anything like that, if you do want a little drink then he is jumping out of your shared bed right away to grab you a glass of cold water from the kitchen and putting in some ice cubes just for extra measure

✩ there is almost always a whole lot of cuddling with him after sex too, he really likes holding you in his arms and just running his fingers across your naked hip whilst you drift off to sleep or quietly talk about your plans for the week with him…

b = body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners )

- bård really loves your thighs! he loves holding them apart whilst fucking into you, making sure he is going in as deep as he possibly can… and when you wrap them around his head when he eats you out? oh my gosh, he is just so obsessed with that constricting feeling of your thighs holding his head in place between your legs and damn near smothering him in your cunt, that is one way he would like love to die

✩ it is not exactly a body part but he is pretty proud of his height! his height makes him seem stronger and scarier than he actually is, something that often comes in very handy whenever someone gets weird with you around him… and whilst he may be scrawny, his height helps him out a little bit when it comes to strength so he really likes to just pick you up in his arms and carry you off somewhere to make out

c = cum ( anything to do with cum )

- bård absolutely loves to cum on you! quite literally anywhere on you, it does not really matter to him so long as he sees him cum painting your previously unmarked skin… but if he had to choose a specific place, it would be on your face or on your ass! he just thinks that you look even more beautiful than usual with little salted droplets of his cum dripping down your perfect face

✩ he goes so crazy when you swallow a load of his cum too though, usually you can only swallow when you are sucking him off somewhere you kind of should not be like in the bathroom of a bar whilst some unknown band is playing up on the old stage… only really swallowing just so he does not pull out of your mouth and shoot his cum all over your face, which would be sure to make a real mess of you, but when you do swallow he is guaranteed to have an insanely tight grip on your hair and let out loud moans that are muffled by his own hand as he attempts to mute his pleasure to the ears of anyone who could be passing by

d = dirty secret ( a dirty secret of theirs )

- bård definitely wants to share you with his emperor band members! not even specifically in a fivesome though, he would not mind just watching you fuck them! he is actually kind of obsessed with the idea of either a fivesome, just having his cock inside of you along with three of his closest friends or the cucking, just watching you take his closest friends cocks whilst he sits somewhere in the room holding deep eye contact with you as you tell him how good you feel, how good his friends are making you feel

✩ little does he know you have the same exact idea and you both probably bring it up to each other on the same night whilst drunk and having far more confidence than usual thanks to the liquid courage in your systems

e = experience ( how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing? )

- i can see bård being a complete virgin when he met you… he is not exactly shy or anything like that, he just comes from a small town, he was kind of quiet and he never really went out of his way to talk to girls so he did not ever have the chance to do anything sexual with someone before you

✩ at first he did not tell you that he was a virgin, he thought it was pretty embarrassing… he eventually blurted it out whilst drunk and obviously, you did not find it embarrassing at all! you brought it up to him the next morning when he was sober and took his virginity that same day, making sure it was slightly more romantic than anything casual and forgettable

f = favourite position ( this goes without saying )

- bårds favourite position is doggy style!

✩ with his height, it is just the easiest and most comfortable position for him… plus he gets to hold your thighs so comfortably in his hands, using them for a kind of leverage to make stronger thrusts into you and cum on your ass when he pulls out… it is also super helpful that if you ever need to stop moaning so loudly for whatever reason, like øystein calling and asking where the hell he is because his shift at helvete started over an hour ago now, bård can just shove your face further into the pillow beneath your head to muffle your moans whilst he takes the phone call! not to mention he absolutely loves holding your throat from behind, he loves tilting your head backwards and leaning down to shove his tongue into your mouth for an overly sloppy kiss

g = goofy ( are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? )

- i think it really depends! when you guys are half drunk, just a little bit tipsy after some drinks with friends, bård is definitely much more giggly than usual and he laughs at very small things like his long hair getting in the way of his eyes and even just the sight of his corpse paint being smudged all over your nude tits is enough to make him burst out into a fit of breathy giggles

✩ but when bård is completely sober, he is not as humorous! he only laughs if you do, and you only really laugh if he bumps his head on the wall or something due to his height and eagerness

h = hair ( how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? )

- i can see him not really caring for himself that much, i mean he shaves a little but not a major amount! he shaves down below just enough to be hygienic

✩ but if you ever mentioned wanting him to shave more due to you disliking the feeling of his pubes whilst sucking him off or even fucking, then he would definitely shave them for you

i = intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect )

- i would say that bård can be pretty romantic when he really wants to be! usually he is much more romantic than usual after he has taken you on a little shopping spree or to see a band you have been wanting to see as a date

✩ he wants you to show him all of the new clothes you bought and put on a little fashion show for him whilst he sits on the couch and you do! when it comes to the last outfit, he pulls you down to the couch and lays you under him, telling you that he thinks you look amazing as usual but “ the clothes would look better on the floor ” which causes you to sigh because oh wow that is incredibly corny but oh wow he is really trying and the slight blush on his face as he says it is so adorable

j = jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

- like any young man, bård used to jack off quite a bit before he met you and fell in love with you! usually he would just get off to really average porno tapes and graphic magazines but after he met you, after the two of you entered a relationship and after he found out how just good real sex feels and how much he can do that he never once saw in the porno tapes? yeah, he is just so over them… nothing comes close to what the two of you do together, no one comes close to your beauty and the things that you do to him nor the things that you make him feel

✩ he very rarely masturbates when he starts dating you and those few rare times that he does? it is to one of your own custom porno tapes that the two of you made together, with each other and for each other

k = kink ( one or more of their kinks )

- i expand on some of his kinks quite a bit in kinky business but i will put the simple kinks without the expansions here too

✩ bård is most definitely into some careful knifeplay, filming and frequent threesomes

l = location ( favorite places to do the do )

- bårds personal favourite locations to have sex would be your couch, your shared bed and his little resting spot towards the back in helvete… usually he will put on a loud black metal vinyl just so that øystein and whoever else may be in the basement does not hear you two when you fail to muffle your moans of pleasure

✩ but one time you did ride him to hell and back whilst he sat at his drums and he swears to everything he has that he came faster than he ever has in his whole entire life! he wishes you could ride him at his drums more often but it is not all that practical

m = motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

- it is not all that hard to arouse bård, not at all! you could blow a sweet little kiss over to him or throw a cheeky wink in his direction and boom he has acquired a notable tent in his leather pants

✩ but one thing that bård really likes is when you come along with him to his band practices, sit comfortably on his lap as he plays the drums and hold his cool can of coke for him! whenever he rests his hand down on your thigh, you put your own hand over his and drag his fingers further up and under the fabric of your skirt as his eyes dart to make contact with yours… yeah, he has fingered you whilst you sat on his lap at those drums more than you would ever like to admit

n = no ( something they would not do, turn offs )

- bård would never ever agree to hurt you, it is just not in him to actually hurt someone he really truly loves and cares for so much!

✩ sure, he may be into knifeplay and he may be into holding his knife up to your neck as he fucks you from behind but he always holds his own thumb just under the sharp blade to make sure it does not have even a slight chance of actually cutting you at all

o = oral ( preference in giving or receiving, skill )

- bård really loves eating you out and would always choose that option over himself getting sucked off by you! he just absolutely loves how you taste on his tongue and how your thighs constrict around his head, he gives the flesh of your thighs so many little kisses as you come down from your high all whilst his soft lips are still soaking wet with a mixture of your cum and juices

✩ but he would never lie and say that he does not also absolutely love getting sucked off by you too! he swears your warm and welcoming mouth just makes him feel like he has drifted away and gone to heaven, or i guess hell

p = pace ( are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? )

- bård is quite a fast fucker for sure, he makes super fast thrusts into you and it is always a guarantee that you will hear the wooden headboard of your shared bed banging against the painted wall of your bedroom and obviously deepening the existing hole caused by the frequent banging of the headboard

✩ he may be fast but he goes so incredibly deep inside of you too, if you are in missionary then he is making damn sure that his stomach is coming right down and making contact with yours every time he thrusts into you, skin to skin, the two of you are bound to be pressed together both inside and out

q = quickie ( their opinions on quickies, how often )

- bård is kind of both hot and a little cold when it comes to having quickies with you… he thinks they are fine and they definitely get the job done when he desperately needs a release but you guys do not have them all that often

✩ i feel like he just feels that they are kind of boring because he does not get to see your beautiful body fully naked and laid back on a soft sheet, he does not get to see you be completely comfortable and usually they are pretty uncomfortable for him too! so you usually just stick to sucking him off as he just sticks to eating you out as a form of quickies instead of full on sex

r = risk ( are they game to experiment? do they take risks? )

- the most risk you guys ever really regularly take is oral in the bathrooms of bars and sex in his resting spot at helvete…

✩ it is not that he is particularly scared of being caught in the act or repercussions or really anything like that, it is just not often that something comes to his mind that would be risky for the two of you to do together! but if you ever thought of something risky you would like to try with him, he probably definitely would not say no to it

s = stamina ( how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? )

- this scrawny man goes absolutely crazy when it comes to having stamina! bård could go for ten rounds or more if you really wanted him to, i mean, there is a high chance that he might not even have any cum left in him by the sixth round but he would still keep on going just for you!

✩ but usually, you guys only ever really go for two or three rounds! though they are often quite long and definitely tiring rounds

t = toys ( do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? )

- i mean… it is the early 90s… did that many sex toys even exist? and were they even really that easily accessible? i do not really think they did but you know, just for the sake of fantasy let me say that they did!

✩ you probably own a wand or a little rabbit vibrator that bård likes to use on you from time to time! the first time you ever squirted when he was using one on you, he was so beyond awestruck at the sight of your cunt gushing all over his hand and the coloured plastic that he was holding against you… his chocolate eyes going wide as saucers and sliding up to meet yours as he started frantically asking you about why you had never told him you could do that! i write quite a bit more about this in supersoaker too

u = unfair ( how much they like to tease )

- bård is actually not a huge tease himself nor does he really enjoy being teased, he will let you tease him for a couple of minutes before getting almost bored of it and taking you off to bed to fuck your brains out! your teasing makes him both desperate to fuck you and just makes him bored of your little smart ass act of pretending to not know exactly what you are doing to him

✩ the only way he really “ teases ” you is by rubbing his hands down your hips and you do not even think he really knows that he is turning you on quite a bit by doing that to you, and often times he does not! most of the time, he does not have any idea how the feeling of his calloused hands stroking up and down your hips cause a jolt of arousal to shoot through your body like lighting, he does not have any idea how the feeling of his cold fingers slipping under your shirt and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as they make contact cause your thighs to clench together as you imagine them being inside of you

v = volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make )

- bård is so very loud! he could not be quiet even if he tried his absolute best

✩ he lets out a big mess of deep and guttural moans, long curses in his native tongue and strangled groans! he was definitely pretty embarrassed by his volume when the two of you first started dating and having sex together but he got much less embarrassed about them when you told him just how hot you think his moans are

w = wild card ( a random headcanon for the person )

- bård has a pair of silly little cartoon character boxers that he still wears on the regular…

✩ he was actually wearing them the very day that you took his virginity and he was so horrifically embarrassed by them that he literally went to leave when you pulled down his leather pants saw them! it took him about five minutes for him to stop blushing beet red and relax from his embarrassment even after you had comforted him about them and told him that they were actually pretty damn cute, that he was pretty damn cute

x = x-ray ( lets see what is going on under those clothes )

- bård is pretty big, maybe not peter steele big but he is certainly big enough! his cock is about 6.5 inches when hard, it is not super girthy but it has a slight curve over to the left which more than makes up for that because of just how good that little curve feels deep inside of you

✩ i am telling you, these scrawny dudes have some pretty big cocks, you guys just have to trust me on this, i beg of you

y = yearning ( how high is their sex drive? )

- after you first took his virginity, his sex drive went through the roof! bård wanted to feel your warm walls wrapped around him damn near three times a day because he just could not believe that this is what he had been missing out on, he could not fathom how it was possible for you to feel so beyond good! he swears that your cunt has some pleasure magic infused or something like that

✩ but after like, a month or so, his sex drive definitely starts to calm down quite a bit and now you two usually have sex like five times a week, maybe more if something comes up

z = zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

- bård only manages to fall asleep once he knows that you are perfectly okay and have everything you could possibly need!

✩ a lot of the time, the two of you will take a warm shower or a bubble bath together after having sex! as soon as you are changed into some comfortable bed wear and cuddled up together in your shared bed, you both fall into a deep sleep within minutes <3

[ghostfrog28]

Yuurivoice Characters And Listeners As Incorrect Quotes!

I already did this with Escaped Audios (sort of, it was mostly DennysVerse) but for these, the way the listeners respond will mostly be based off of my OCs for them (which I will make posts about eventually) PS, this is mostly Boo and Alphonse lol

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Alphonse: [Grabs Boo's ass while they're gettin groceries out of the car]

Boo: Excuse me thats my ass

Alphonse: That's our ass. We're married, bitch

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Finn: If I were a gardener, I'd put our tulips together.

Sunflower: Aww, babe. That's so sweet.

Alphonse: If I were a gardener, you'd be my hoe.

Boo: ... thanks

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Lucien: *stroking Angel’s hair* you're so tiny.

Angel: *sleepily* I could beat the shit out of you.

Lucien: *lovingly* | know.

Or

Alphonse: *stroking Boo’s hair* you're so tiny.

Boo: *sleepily* I could beat the shit out of you.

Alphonse: *lovingly* | know.

(It’s funny cuz my OC for Boo is 6’0, meanwhile, my OC for Angel is 5’3)

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Charlie: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Boo: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Angel: Tackle him.

Star: Dump him.

Rook: Kick him in the shin.

Casper: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN.

(my Casper OC is 6’4 lol)

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Boo, making chicken and dumpling soup, dropping a dumpling on the floor: This is sadder than the time I almost died in College

Alphonse or Seth, choking on his coffee: Excuse me?

(rewrote this one a little bit)

~~ ⚠️ Slight NSFW ⚠️

Boo: I can’t eat this, its far too hot

Alphonse: You're far too hot yet I still manage

Room: Um-

Auron: WE'RE ON A DOUBLE DATE, I'M RIGHT HERE

~~ ⚠️ NSFW Again ⚠️

Boo: oh fuck me

Seth: yes please

Boo: what?

Seth: what?

Alphonse from the other room: HE SAID YES PLEASE!

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Alphonse: BOO! WHERE'S MY-

Sugarboo: By the door

Seth: Sugar! Do you know where the-

Sugarboo: In the kitchen

Charlie: Hey Sal (OC name), have you seen my stack of-

Sugarboo: On Seth's nightstand

Sugarboo: Independent my ass. You guys would fall apart without me

(Sal is my OC for Sugarboo)

~~ ⚠️ Slight NSFW ⚠️

Charlie: bro-

Casper: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Charlie: ...

Casper: My tongue was down your throat just a second ago, and now you're calling me bro??

~~ ⚠️you guessed it, NSFW ⚠️

Seth: What exactly do you think of me?

Sugarboo: Somewhere between "fuck you" and "I'd fuck you."

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Alphonse: I don't think | can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Boo: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is.

Alphonse: What- no!

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Star: When Faust was born, the gods said, "He's too perfect for this world."

Auron: Please. When he was born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

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Boo: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Alphonse: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so l can feel whole again.

Boo: O-oh. Well... Wait. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Alphonse: Is it working?

(this one could be vise versa)

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Alphonse, at some point: You speak RUSSIAN ?? Say something !!!

Boo: Ты самый красивый мужчина в мире, любовь моя (You're the most beautiful man in the world, my love.)

Alphonse: What does it mean ?

Boo: It means don't give me orders you fucking bastard

(Another little thing, my OC for Sugarboo is half Russian and half British)

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Seth, after learning Sugarboo also speaks Russian: Does Sugar think in English or Russian?

Alphonse: Bold of you to assume Boo thinks.

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Rook: Ugh, life can be difficult sometimes.

Sal (Sugarboo): But death, on the other hand...

Rook, squirting Sal with a water sprayer: No, Sal

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Boo: I don't think Faust is very happy about you dating his brother.

Rook: What makes you say that?

Boo, reading a text aloud: Rachel (Rook). I hope this message finds you before I do.

~~

That’s all for now! Hope you enjoyed!

[maxxiemoa]

~Take me home: Faust x Reader~

An: Story takes place in a bar. I’m only 19 so my experience is limited to what I’ve seen on tv. So y’all are gonna have to help me out and use your imaginations on some stuff.

Summary: Going to a local bar to see some band play leads to you and Faust crossing paths and maybe your paths stay crossed.

Sfw

You aren’t really into going out. Some may call you a home body but the truth was you just didn’t like meeting new people. It was too much work. You were content with the friends you had and saw no reason to expand.

Your friend had texting you the other night and said that some metal band was playing at the bar not too far from your house. You didn’t really want to go. Yet again it seemed like too much work to get dressed and go socialize with new people. But you decided to get your lazy ass up and thank god you did.

Walking into the bar you looked around cautiously. You took a seat at the bar counter and ordered something. The bad hadn’t started playing yet so you really didn’t know what to do. You knew you should be socializing but the straw in your drink was just so much more inviting.

You didn’t hear it at first so he had to repeat himself. “I’ve never seen you here before.” The tall man standing next to you was talking to you?

“Umm yeah I heard a metal band was playing tonight so I thought I’d check it out” I say trying my best to hold eye contact.

“I’m Faust, you wanna sit with my group?” He had a bit of an accent to his voice and it was enticing.

“Your group?” I hopped out of my chair and stood facing him. God he is tall. And big. His hair was long and he was dressed in black. You didn’t see any point in arguing with yourself over your attraction to him.

“My group is playing tonight, Emperor” he said leading me to the table.

He introduced me to his band mates. They seemed uninterested in me but I think that was for the best.

Faust and I got to talking he was telling me about how he comes her nearly every night to hang with his friends. You got the impression that he really liked getting stuck after a long day. Tonight was no different and he was drinking his fair share of beers.

“We are on in a few minutes. We are going to get set up. Stay here ok?” He patted his hand on my thigh.

They sounded great. He looked great. Banging on his drums and thrashing his head ro the music. He truly was lost in the music. It was hypnotic.

Faust walked back to the table with his group. You slid out of the booth to made room for him. After he sat down he grabbed your waist and pulled you into the booth right next to him. Thighs touching, his hand still placed on your hip.

Bold. Faust came back to the table with a new found sense of confidence. I guess hearing a crowd cheer for you and letting the alcohol take effect really does something for his ego.

“So what did you think?” He said moving his hand from my hip to my thigh and giving it a little squeeze.

“You guys sounded great. You all really looked like you were enjoying yourselves.” I looked him up and down. I took a good look at him. At his puppy like brown eyes, his long well kept brown hair, and at the strong hand he had on my thigh. I leaned into him a little. Testing the waters. “You looked really good under the lights.”

He let out a slow breath and pulled me into his lap. A new emotion washed over him. He was being territorial. I can’t say I minded it.

An hour and a few more drinks later Faust still had me in his lap but he was now twirling my hair and rambling off complements. When he started getting a little more handsy I offered up an idea.

Leaning into him and whispering in his ear I asked him “do you live around here?”

He nodded and lead me out of the bar. The cool air felt refreshing. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of Fausts cologne.

“I don’t live too far from here.” His grip on my hand was comforting. The idea to go back to his place came out of nowhere and I didn’t think it over. Was I really ok with going to his house? And what was I going to do with him once there?

Once were where on the porch of his apartment and through the door I felt myself holding my breath. He must have picked up on the way I was backing into the wall and asked if I was ok.

“Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just never let myself go home with someone I just met.” I say twiddling with my hands.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can take it slow” he walked over to me and brushed my hair behind my ear. He cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss.

Time passed and I relaxed. We were on his bed “watching” a movie. We were really just talking about whatever popped into our heads and staring into each others eyes.

The later it got the heavier my eyes and body felt. The alcohol from earlier making me sleepy and clingy. I nudged Faust over on his back and cuddled up on his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me and he was petting my hair.

“Night.” He said softly and closed his eyes.

The way his chest rose and fell lulled me to sleep quickly. Any doubt I had about sleeping over at the house of a man I just met melted away and I drifted peacefully off into a deep sleep.

[lucydixon]

First Date

I think I'm gonna make this into a mini series. I've already got a couple more chapters on the go, and they flow better if they're all tied together Summary: You and Faust had met at a party and immediately hit it off. He’d spotted you from the kitchen and slammed back what was left of his drink before pouring himself another, determined to say something to you. At no point did he think you’d actually agree to a date in the first place. He’d been half joking when he mentioned the show the following night and was baffled when you told him that it sounded like fun and that you’d love to go. 

He’d been so nervous, waiting for you outside the venue. He kept lighting, then putting out the same cigarette, wiping his palms on his jeans every few minutes until he saw you walking down the street. His posture had straightened immediately, and his lips parted slightly in shock at the sight of you. He knew that you were beautiful. He hadn’t had enough to drink the night before to forget the slope of your nose of your piercing eyes, but seeing them without any alcohol in his system, making him hazy, was like seeing you in a whole new light. 

He told you that you looked pretty, stumbling over his words a bit, and you smiled, thanking him with pink cheeks, clearly a bit nervous yourself. You both stood there staring at eachother for a full minute before laughing and going into the venue, feeling a bit more relaxed now that you’d both seen that the other was just as anxious, but eager. 

It had gone about as well as it could have. The music and the drinks from the bar provided a good buffer, slowly easing you both into comfortable conversation. You had to shout over the music, but he took you to a kebab shop down the street that he frequented with his friends, where you’d shared a plate of fries. The conversation was flowing comfortably at this point, and you were both flirting a little. 

There was no denying that the two of you had a connection. 

He’d walked you home and held your hand after you’d not so subtly brushed your knuckles against his lightly while you walked. This was no easy feat considering the height difference, and you’d been found out immediately, but he thought it was so cute.

As you neared your apartment building, you wondered if you should invite him inside. You were struggling to get a read on whether or not he’d be interested, but figured that you’d just know once you made it to the door. You’d wait and see if he lingered or kissed you or did anything really. 

Faust walked you right up to your door and fidgeted next to you, unsure of what to do. He didn’t go on a lot of dates, but he’d been on enough to know that this was the best one he’d ever been on, and he really didn’t want to mess it up. 

You’d been a little disappointed when he told you he’d had a really good time and that he’d call you, hands stuffed in his pockets, before leaving you standing there. 

Not so much as a kiss on the cheek?

You were convinced that he’d been lying, and he had not in fact had a good time. You spent the rest of the night moping around, scolding yourself for being so torn up over someone you’d known for two days. 

The next day, you came home to a message on your answering machine. 

Faust had left you a message asking if you wanted to see a movie with him the following weekend, stumbling over his words as if he hadn’t re-recorded the message a hundred times before settling on this final version. 

He left his number and you jotted it down with a furrowed brow. 

You stared at it for a full minute before dialing and holding the phone to your ear, twirling the cord around your index finger thoughtfully. 

His voice was raspy on the other line, as if you’d woken from an afternoon nap. He muttered a ‘hello?’, clearing his throat immediately after. 

‘You didn’t kiss me,’ were the first words out of your mouth. No greeting, no introduction, just your confused words. ‘But you want to go on another date? That is what last night was, isn’t it? Or did I completely misread that?’ 

‘No- it was a date,’ he rushed to explain, sounding far more alert. ‘I wanted to- I just didn’t want to mess it up.’

‘Easiest way to mess things up is to not kiss your date at the end of the night.’ there was a tone of relief in your voice ‘I mean, fuck. I thought you hated it.’

‘What? No!’ Faust eyes widenned slightly and he started gnawing on his bottom lip, horrified that he’d already fucked things up ‘I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot. Fuck.’  

‘Well, that’s good, I guess. I feel a bit stupid now for being so mopey all day.’ 

‘Shit,’ he frowned ‘I’m sorry I ruined your whole day’

‘You didn’t really, this kind of makes up for it.’ you cracked a soft smile ‘my day just got a whole lot better.

‘What are you doing right now?’ The words came out of his mouth before he’d even processed the idea that popped into his head. 

‘Nothing, I just got home from work.’ 

‘Don’t go anywhere,’ he said before hanging up abruptly.

You stared at the phone in your hand, confused, but then went about your day, figuring he’d call you back at some point and that he’d asked if you were home to make sure you’d be there to pick up the phone.  

A half hour later, you heard a knock on your door and answered it with a furrowed brow. 

Faust was standing there, breathing heavily as if he’d run all the way over. He grabbed your face, cradling it in his hands, and kissed you before he could chicken out.

You were surprised at first, enough so that you didn’t kiss him back initially. He’d pulled back with slightly widened eyes and wondered if he’d somehow made things even worse. Before he could get too far, you’d grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back in. 

It was a soft, slow kiss, and you both pulled away after a minute with pink cheeks, staring at eachother.

“Sorry.” He breathed after a minute, reaching behind him before holding out a bunch of flowers with the roots still attached. “I should’ve done that last night.” 

“Did you take these out of someone’s garden?” You raised a brow, looking amused when he nodded sheepishly. 

“That’s really sweet. Thank you.” You took them from him and played with the roots. “Do you wanna come in or something?” 

“I’m actually supposed to be at practice right now.” He grimaced, glancing at his watch. “But I do want to. Just so you know.”

You didn’t want to jump the gun and ask him over afterwards, a little scared of overdoing it for one day. 

“I don’t think I can wait until the weekend to see you again, though.” He admitted with pink cheeks, “Are you busy tomorrow night? I mean, if you want to hang out or something?”

“Tomorrow works.” You nodded, biting back a grin 

“Good- I mean great!” He flashed you his teeth, looking relieved, and hesitated briefly before pecking you on the cheek and running down the road. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder, waving. 

You laughed from the doorway, waving back at him until he disappeared around the corner. 

Part 2

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[utapri-translations-uuuu]

Loneliness and Despair - Translation (孤独と絶望)

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

I have also made a version which includes the members' notes found in the script.

[Human limitations - Faust’s house, nighttime]

He is sitting in a chair in his dark, dusty room.

Faust bites his nails while clicking his tongue. A habit of his.

Faust: … How cruel life is.

He is overcome with despair.

Faust: It is far too short a time for a person to live…

Faust holds his head between his hands.

Faust: I’ve spent my life's precious time studying. I have gone to great deals to master every possible field from philosophy to jurisprudence, medicine, and theology. I spared no effort, doing anything in my power to achieve this.

He slams on the desk.

Faust: And yet! I couldn’t discover the truth of the world. None of it…

He violently sweeps the books off the desk.

The books fall off the desk with a clatter.

Faust: Professor, Doctor, scholar…? Being called by such titles means nothing. Even if you achieve a certain level of success, it becomes a responsibility and puts pressure on you. I was pushed even further into learning, and I was unable to escape from that cycle…

Looking at his trembling hands.

Faust: Learning left me nothing… As an old and decrepit man, there is nothing left for me to do. My wrinkled hands tremble weakly, and my eyes, which have lost their sparkle, reflect a hazy world.

A longing for death that comes from loneliness.

Faust: How much time do I have left…? Until I cease to exist… There is no escaping death. It comes equally to every human being.

He hugs himself and endures his loneliness.

Faust: Am I going to meet my end in solitude…? With no one to mourn my death, and no one to watch me draw my last breath.

Faust is beset with remorse.

Faust: If I had spent more time on other things, would my life have been different…?

He stares into nothing and mutters as if imagining it.

Faust: Having a warm home and a happy life with a loving partner and our children?

He smiles self-deprecatingly.

Faust: … That would be hoping for too much. I wanted at least someone who I could call a close friend with whom I could share my heart with.

He speaks while thinking back to times gone by.

Faust: Ha… I can’t find an answer to the question of what I should have done. If I had been able to do that, I probably wouldn’t be having regrets now. I keep thinking ridiculous thoughts. It’s pointless, all of it. Just near-death dreams…

His hand finds the vial of poison in the medicine cabinet.

Faust: Let’s end this already… Taking away the pain and going to sleep. Permanently…

[The suffering of successful people - Downtown, daytime]

***

Faust’s recollection

A conversation between Faust and his disciple, Wagner. On the way back from buying chemicals to make poison.

Faust: …

Wagner waves his hand in the air.

Wagner: Doctor! Doctor Faust!

Wagner runs up to Faust, who then turns to face him.

Faust: … It’s you, Wagner.

Speaking with great enthusiasm.

Wagner: Good day! You’re certainly carrying a great load… Those are all chemicals…? … Oh, I see. Are you planning to do some new experiments in pharmaceutical science?

Faust: … Yes, something like that.

Wagner holds out his hands to take the package.

Wagner: Shall I carry it for you…?

Faust smacks Wagner’s hand away.

Faust: Don’t treat me like a senior citizen!

Wagner: P-Pardon me… I apologize for overstepping. However, all of these materials seem to be very expensive. I wouldn’t ever be able to afford them. I’m really envious.

He scratches his head in embarrassment.

Wagner: Well, I still have much to learn, so even if I were able to get them, I would probably be unworthy of them…

Faust: Envious…? Material things are of no value at all.

Looking into Faust’s face.

Wagner: Is that so? With great materials and your knowledge, you are sure to discover something new, Doctor! There absolutely is value to them!

Faust quietly shakes his head.

Faust: … You still don’t get it. The knowledge gained in life is only a small part of it. Rather than mastering it, the more you know, the more desperately you want to learn more.

Wagner: What can you, someone beloved by God, say? You have exceptional talent and have achieved many successes. From my perspective, you seem to have everything you could ever want…

Faust: What really matters in life is not talent, wealth, or fame. All of those things will be of no use at the time of the Last Judgment.

Wagner: Even someone as great as you feels that way… I'm still inexperienced and haven't reached that level yet. I must work even harder!

He clasps his hand tightly, enthusiastic.

Wagner: I will do my very best to follow in your footsteps and continue your work!

Faust seems to have resigned himself.

Faust: Yes… You still have a lot of time left. That’s right, the world is full of possibilities and hope… Go ahead and pursue your dreams as you like.

Wagner: Yes, sir! But I am sure that I, an ordinary person, would not be able to accomplish that alone. However, I have a trusted confidant!

He gazes dreamily into the distance.

Wagner: I have an intimate, close friend who is pursuing the same dream as me. He saves me from despair and getting discouraged…

Faust bites his nails while clicking his tongue. A habit of his.

He’s quite annoyed.

Faust: … Close friend…?

Wagner reports happily, as if talking about his own achievements.

Wagner: Yes! He’s a genius! Not only is he clever, but he's also pure, beautiful, and flawless. He's a talented friend I'm very proud of!

Faust bites his nails while clicking his tongue. A habit of his.

Faust: How cruel life can be.

Envy towards Wagner. A desire for youth and popularity.

Faust: … You're completely different from me. There isn’t anyone who will listen to what this old man has to say, let alone be my close friend. That's just how popular I am. I don't even have anyone who will be by my side.

He gently pats Wagner on the shoulder.

Faust: It's a lonely life. Knowledge has not filled the loneliness. Wagner, don't go astray. Don't lose sight of what is truly important. This is advice from an old man.

He gazes at his clenched fist with regret.

Faust: No amount of wealth or fame can buy you eternal life. And you can't turn back time...

Faust smiles with a look of resignation.

Faust: Do you know what the ultimate dream of the masters is? Immortality… I was never able to fulfill that dream.

Wagner approaches Faust agitatedly.

Wagner: Immortality…? Eternal life…!? What are you talking about!? That means stepping into the realm of the divine!

As if reminding him to be careful not to let anyone hear him.

Wagner: You will incur God’s wrath! How blasphemous… Such dangerous thoughts… are not allowed.

Faust: You'll understand when you're older. Right now, you're young, so you have the luxury of time.

Wagner is shaken. He can’t deny it completely.

Wagner: Is… that so…?

As he expresses his genuine gratitude, he comes up with the idea of leaving him a keepsake.

Faust: Wagner. Thank you for listening to this old man’s rambling. Oh, that’s right… About the documents you wanted, feel free to take as many as you want.

Wagner: Eh! Really? Thank you very much!

Faust: … I don’t need them anymore. Come get them sometime... See you.

Wagner feels a little uncomfortable.

Wagner: Doctor Faust…? Doctor Faust…!

Faust ignores Wagner and walks away.

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[deuxamours]

Erm a drabble of Faust x Jotaro… EEK!

“What are you holding?” Jotaro asked, brows furrowing slightly as he stepped into the hotel room and spotted Faust standing near the couch.

“Shizuka,” Faust said softly, adjusting the baby in their arms with care. “Your grandfather and uncle found her.”

She reminded them of Jolyne when she was a baby. Fussy with wide mismatched eyes, vocal, and a cutie. The key difference? Shizuka was invisible, her face covered in makeup thanks to Joseph, the result of an uncontrollable stand.

“What’re we doing with her?” he asked, shrugging off his white coat and draping it over the back of the couch. His hand brushed against Faust’s hip as he glanced down at Shizuka, his gaze softening just a little.

Faust hummed, leaning towards their husband a bit. They looked down at Shizuka before glancing back up at Jotaro. “Joseph is adopting her,” they said, briefly pausing for dramatic effect as a grin spread across their face. “She’s gonna be your aunt.”

Jotaro exhaled slowly, eyes briefly closing as he processed the information. When he glanced at his spouse, Faust’s amused expression made the corners of his mouth twitch upward. “You’re enjoying my complicated family tree, aren’t you?”

“Who? Me? No, of course not!” they said, feigning innocence as they leaned into him. “You don’t like the idea of having to answer to a teenager and a baby?”

“Not really,” He mumbled, lifting a hand to adjust Shizuka’s hat. “I don’t like the idea of being told to help my uncle with his homework or to rock my aunt to sleep.” It was a lie, they both knew it, because he didn’t mind helping his family. He didn’t mind helping take care of a baby—again.

“Mhm…whatever you say.” Faust carefully placed Shizuka in his arms. The girl didn’t really protest the change; she simply cooed in response, a small hand lifting to grasp at his sweater. “You should hold your aunt, okay? I have to call your mom so I can chat with her and check on JoJo.”

They had stepped away, moving towards the hotel landline, leaving Jotaro with his new aunt.

And for a moment the world outside their hotel room wasn’t pressing down on them. There wasn’t an unknown serial killer running around, no weird stand users breathing down their necks, no deaths, no danger.

Just a moment of normalcy in their crazy lives.

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x normal fem human

An idea about Mephisto catching Amaimon in the hallway with a normal human popped in my mind, the rest of the fic was written around that idea.

“Faust.” You try to nudge your classmate away, but he’s like a stone wall standing before you. “What are you doing?” you ask as he steps closer, and you take another step back until your desk digs uncomfortably into your lower back. He points at your bag, more specifically at the container inside it. 

“What’s that?” he asks, already aware of what it is. They’re the cookies you had apparently baked. Throughout the day, you’ve shared some with several classmates, but you never offered him one. After hearing all the praise from those who got one, he wants one too. After all, how could he resist when multiple people declared it the best cookie they’ve ever had?

“I was experimenting with a new recipe last night; I brought cookies so my friends could give me their opinion.” 

He slowly nods in understanding. “Can I have one _____?” You blink in surprise when he uses your given name. Your initial thought is that perhaps he doesn’t realize that surnames should be used when addressing people unless they are good friends. However, you then recall him mumbling other classmates’ surnames on several occasions. 

Quickly you nod and reach into the bag. “Of course. I’ve only got a few left, but if you like them, you can have the rest of them.” You smile, holding out the container for your classmate.

Amaimon’s eyes quickly scan over the container. Only four left. He takes it from you quickly, like he’s worried someone might come in last minute and take one of the cookies you’re offering him. 

His eyes widen as he bites into it. 

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You watch as Ambrosius glances around your home. After expressing his interest in your baking, you invited him over for dinner with your family, primarily because you’re a friendly person and have noticed he doesn’t seem to have friends. “My parents won’t be home for another hour and a half,” you explain the absence of others in the house as you place a pair of indoor shoes in front of him. “I let my mom know we’ll have a guest for dinner.”

Amaimon gazes at you as you start to guide him toward your bedroom, his eyes darting between your back and the small reaper trailing closely behind. You haven’t acknowledged its presence all day despite it following you everywhere. 

“I should probably start my homework. Sorry, I guess I seem like a lame host. You can watch TV or do your homework too, whatever-“

“You can’t see it?” Ambrosius cuts you off. 

Confused, you drop your bag on your bed. “See what?” 

Amaimon stares at the reaper sitting by your feet. You can’t see it. That means you also can’t see that he’s a demon too. It explains why you casually invited him to your house. 

You glance at where he is looking; there’s nothing there. “See what?” you question again. 

Amaimon shifts his focus from the reaper back to you. Should he reveal it to you? He doesn’t know you well enough to predict how you’ll respond- not just to the reaper, but also to Amaimon himself. But then again, it’ll probably be entertaining.

Your eyes widen as Ambrosius holds a hold out for you to take. Confused, you place your hand in his. Your face burns as he brings your wrist to his lips. “I’ll show you.” 

“What-“

Ambrosius's teeth sink into your wrist, breaking the skin effortlessly and eliciting a gasp of unexpected pain from your lips. “What are you doing?” you snap as your blood begins to trickle down his chin. Ambrosius merely shrugs, licking his lips clean. Confusion swiftly replaces the pain as you realize that the man standing in front of you is not your classmate. While there are similarities, he now has an unusual hair color, oddly shaped spiked hair, and pointed ears—he lifts his hand to your face, revealing nails transformed into sharpened claws. 

Amaimon wants you to look at the reaper, but your attention is fixed on him. He gently reaches for your chin and slowly turns your head toward the reaper. When your eyes finally meet a frog the size of a medium dog, you screech, instinctively clutching onto the stranger to distance yourself from the unsettling demon-frog creature. 

“What is that?!” 

Amaimon doesn’t even blink when you scream in his ears. Instead, he casually turns his head to catch a glimpse of you peeking out from behind him. “It’s a reaper. A demon.”  

“Get rid of it!” you plead, panic rising in your voice. 

“Really?” he questions. “He likes you. He’s been following you all day.”  

Ten minutes later, you find yourself nearly sitting on Amaimon’s lap, wide-eyed as you gaze at the reaper. Amaimon has just revealed his true identity, which is undeniably terrifying. Yet, the frog demon who’s fixated on you has quickly become your most significant source of fear in this situation. “You could probably make it your familiar,” Amaimon suggests, casually flipping through the options on your TV. He continues to scroll through the options even as you wrap your arms around his shoulders in panic, the demon hopping a bit closer to you. 

After dinner with your family, you refuse to let him leave, still clinging to him as the frog creature continues to follow you. 

“If that one can get into my house, how many more can?!”

“A lot more if they wanted.”

He ends up having to spend the night.

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“______.” He quickly jogs to catch up with you. 

“Amaimon.” 

The demon king’s hand seamlessly intertwines with yours as he walks in step beside you. “Can I come to your house tonight?” He questions while using his free hand to grab your bag from your shoulder and move it onto his own shoulder. 

It has been three weeks since he first demanded a cookie. That very same night, he revealed his true identity, and it was overwhelming to process. A whirlwind of drama in such a short time, yet somehow, the king has managed to worm his way into your heart. 

“Sure, I’ll need to let my mom know you’re coming for dinner.” You pull your phone from your pocket to send her a message. While you’re texting, Amaimon places his hands on your hips and gently guides you back until you’re pressed between him and the wall. “Can I help you?” you huff, but you still slip your free hand up his arm until it wraps around his shoulder, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

"I want to kiss you," he states plainly, golden eyes fixed on your lips. 

You glance around the school hallway, feeling your cheeks warm. "We're at school, Amaimon." 

He tilts his head, expression unchanged. "So? No one is looking." 

Before you can voice any further objections, his lips find yours—gentle yet insistent. Despite your initial hesitation, you feel yourself melting into the kiss, your fingers weaving tighter into his hair. He tastes of sugar, likely a remnant of the lollipop he had earlier. The kiss begins gently but soon intensifies as his hand moves from your hip to the small of your back, drawing you closer to him. The phone in your hand is completely forgotten as you surrender to the moment. When he pulls away, you're slightly breathless. "You always taste sweet," you murmur. 

"It's the candy. What are we having for dinner?" 

You laugh at his abrupt change of subject. "I don't know. Whatever Mom's making." 

Amaimon leans in for another kiss, this time sliding his thigh between your legs. Just as the kiss deepens and your heart races, it suddenly comes to an end. You open your eyes in surprise and find the headmaster gripping Amaimon by the back of his blazer, a stern expression on his face. 

“Ambrosius,” the headmaster frowns. “Who is your friend? I apologize if my nephew is bothering you.” 

“She is my girlfriend.” 

The headmaster's eyebrows raise in surprise, and for a brief moment, he appears speechless. You can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Girlfriend? That's... surprising," the headmaster remarks, his gaze on you filled with newfound interest. "I didn't realize you were capable of sustaining such relationships, Ambrosius."

Amaimon shrugs, showing no reaction to the headmaster’s remark. "There's a lot you don't know."

You clear your throat awkwardly. "Um, I should probably get going. My mom is expecting me home soon."

“Brother, let me go. I’m going home with _____.”  

Mephisto freezes. “You told her?”  

“Yes.”  

“Miss ______ is just an ordinary human.”  

“She’s also my girlfriend.”

Mephisto's lips curve into a smile. "How interesting." He releases Amaimon's blazer and straightens his own extravagant coat. "Well, I suppose we should have a proper introduction then. My name is Mephisto.” 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." 

"Oh my, what formality!" Mephisto exclaims as he bows dramatically. "The pleasure is entirely mine. I've been curious about what could be capturing my little brother's attention lately; he seems rather... distracted." 

Amaimon steps closer, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. "We're going to be late." 

"Late? For what?" Mephisto raises an eyebrow. 

"Dinner at her house," Amaimon states flatly, already pulling you away. 

"How domestic!" Mephisto calls after you. "Perhaps I should join you sometime; I would love to meet the family of the young lady who has captured my brother's attention." 

You feel Amaimon tense beside you. "No,” he says without hesitation. “Leave my human alone. Let’s go _____.”