#it hurts vv much it's delicious

[asterdust]

the ending is brilliant thank you very much

[c0la-queen]

Absolutely melting at the idea of the Hybird!Boys nagging at Reader for her food even when they already have their own, literally just a bunch of spoiled little babies UGHHH THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE I love them sm…

Like reader’s got herself a nice meaty dinner, maybe a good cut of steak, and as shes eating she suddenly feels smt wet poking at her arm, and she looks to see what and it’s Soldier booping her arm with his nose, staring and drooling at the delicious steak, he starts trying to hop up to nip at it while reader tries push him away, but she ends up cutting a lil piece, dusting off the salt seasoning as best as she could and feeding him it anyways,

I like to think that Tord/Soldier likes snacking on other’s food, esp if its like savory salty meaty stuff yknow what I mean? I can totes see him as the asshole type to steal the other guy’s food stuff, maybe he’ll be a bit nicer to you and nag ask you first

AHHHHHHHHHH SAME THING FOR PRINCE TOOOO WHEN YOU HAVE LIKE A DELICIOUS LIL CREAMY TREATIE He would WHINEEEEE for some sooo badd you HAVE to give him some, he loves treaties sm and will be As dramatic as he can to get the sweets he wants

Going to Starbucks with him and everytime you HAVE to get him a pupcup kinda situation, so you only stop by there sometimes on occasions like when you have to get him to the vet for a checkup otherwise he’ll by crying allll the way home when you deny getting him one cause he’s already have too much and that’ll both break my heart and also annoy me sm LOOLLLLLLL

I literally have such a huge soft spot for Prince and his pompousness…I wanna shower him in kisses and babytalk and squish his face so badly he’s such a cutie patootie

The day you cook bacon for breakfast???? It’s over. Prepare for the hardest tussle in your life wrestling with Superhero for the bacon, if he already bosses you around then you know HE WILL BE RELENTLESS with the bacon, a Giant wolfdog fighting you frfr for food??? Gone…

SOLDIER ENDING UP JOINING IN TOO?1??1?11 literally actually over. It’s a battle to the death. Someones probably going to get hurt and its probably most definitely is going to be you falling over from 2 big ass wolfdogs jumping onto you and knockign you over for the bacon LMAOOOOOO

Soldier and Superhero fighting each other for it but they take it too far though and it become an actual fight for food situation…hic…Reader has to step in and stop them somehow, everyones upset, she has to make both of them 2 pieces and scolds them, they resolved and apologized nicely though at least…

And reader never makes bacon for breakfast ever again(unless its a special occasion when she wants to treat the both of them)

Really love the thought of Monster being the one that rarely nags reader for food like the others Only cause hes a bit distant and has a kinda weird ego abt it y’know, so its Reader who spoils him and tries to get him to try stuff cause he’s a good dog, he deserves it

She notices him eyeing out the food shes having curiously, sniffing at it, so she gets a small piece and asks if he wants to try it and she gets vv happy when he accepts, the others probably gets jealous at the treatment and tries to get some too lolll he probably feels SO proud and full of himself whehehe…

Omg you are SO correct and big brained for this!

Poor Reader would absolutely never get a moment of rest with these four eccentric wolf dogs.

Before adopting them, she definitely had a habit of sitting on the couch with her dinner and watching YouTube videos about niche internet drama (yes I'm projecting) but now she's realized that, to the boys, this is simply an open invitation. I guarantee that, at first, Soldier wouldn't even beg her for the food. He'd be the type to just reach over and start sniffing at her plate. He's not even trying to be sneaky about it! That bastard would have the audacity to look her in the eyes while trying to take food off her plate! She tries to scold him about it, but he simply does not listen - in his mind, there's nothing wrong with what he's doing. So she's taken to sitting at the dining room table and watching YouTube videos on her phone instead. (Soldier will still put his head on her leg and stare at her expectantly.)

Reader is simply Just A Girl 💅, so we know our self-love queen would go get herself a sweet treat all the time. It varies, usually whatever she's craving at the time. There have been times where she's got a random craving for something she doesn't have, and will get up and leave her house to go get it (the boys get so annoyed and huffy). But she should know that no matter what it is she gets, Prince will want a bite. He'd be cute about it, too - whining and pouting and blinking up at her with those baby blue eyes. Eventually, Reader would giggle and give in, with the warning of "Just one bite, baby." Then she'd share a little piece with him. If it's something that isn't safe for dogs, she'd be less willing to share with him, insisting that it'll hurt him. Still, he'd whine for it. (It's not Reader's fault that she doesn't know he can have them!) And yes, I feel like Prince would be the most well behaved in the car, and the best around people, so he's the one that gets to join her on outings more often. She made the mistake of stopping by a coffee shop and getting him a pup cup ONE TIME, and now he's hooked. Every time they pass by that coffee shop (he knows that it's Reader's favorite, since the baristas know her by name) he will bark and howl and work himself up into a tizzy until Reader finally sighs and gives in. After he gets that pup cup, he's back to being well-behaved and a sweetheart. Reader hates it. Plus, people would fawn over Prince in public since he's such a pretty boy. He absolutely eats it up!

God save Reader if she decides to make bacon one morning. It's not something she does often - she probably decided to do it this time as a special occasion. Maybe it's the morning of her birthday or a holiday. Either way, she decided to make a big breakfast for herself. Which included bacon.

Superhero is normally the first of the four to wake up. From what Reader can gather, Soldier takes the night shift. He stays awake through the night, watching out the windows and sometimes patrolling the house. Because of this, Soldier tends to sleep during the day. Superhero then takes the mantle of "guard dog" during the day. Prince and Monster will sometimes take the night shift instead, but it's normally Superhero and Soldier.

Still, Superhero has a routine of patrolling the house the moment he wakes up, checking for anything wrong. If Reader is making bacon, though? Superhero is glued to her legs in an instant. She'd laugh at first and lightheartedly tell him no. He wouldn't give up. He'd escalate to putting his front paws up on her shoulders and trying to reach the bacon himself. Reader would definitely have to half pick up/half drag him away from the stove. He'd boof and snap his teeth demandingly, as if he's entitled to a piece of this bacon and how dare you not let him have a piece! Reader, always one to fight him on everything, would be adamant not to.

Then Soldier enters the scene. As I said before, Soldier usually sleeps through the first half of the day. But the moment the smell of bacon spreads through the house? She hears claws clacking against the floor as he barrels into the kitchen. It would probably be the most excited Reader has ever seen Soldier, tail wagging and eyes shining brightly. Superhero immediately growls and snaps at Soldier. Reader would just let them tussel at first, using the distraction to finish cooking her bacon. Eventually, she realizes "Oh shit those are NOT play growls-" and quickly runs over to the two to separate them. It takes the promise of two pieces of bacon each to get them to finally settle down.

Reader never makes bacon in her house ever again.

Meanwhile, Monster would be different. Where the other three would be swarming her legs the moment she starts cooking herself dinner, Reader notices that Monster is always sitting patiently to the side. She has to subdue the others by continuously feeding them bites of what she's cooking, but Monster never begs for any. He's the only one that she can eat on the couch with, because he'll lay on top of her feet and won't try to steal her food. But she does notice him glancing at her food. So, since he's always been such a sweetheart, Reader would happily offer Monster food. He would take it slowly, hesitantly. But he feels better after Reader cooes and praises him for being so good. His tail would wag contently. Still, he would never bother Reader for her food. We love Monster in this household <3 I will say, I like to think Tom personally doesn't like bacon. So, if Reader tried to offer some to Monster because it's only fair, he would sniff it, then huff and sneeze and turn his nose away. Doesn't bother Reader, though. Just means it's one less rowdy wolfdog trying to tackle her.

[roosterbruiser]

just read the new chapter of VV!! I loved it! The angst ugh I could cry. honestly I’m personally not the biggest fan of jake (love him but this version hurts my heart sm) the way he’s unintentionally sort of leading cherry down a certain path even though it’s sort of inevitable and as we all know she makes her own choices brings out so many emotions in me. I love rooster and the relationship he has with cherry. You write them so beautifully. I’m so excited to see where this goes and I PRAY that all ends well and roosters endgame. Love this story sm your writing is so special. 🫶🏻💕 P.S as I was reading on A03 I kept tapping it to like it thinking it was tumblr loll can’t wait till you get your blog back to normal!

thank you so much for reading!! and thank you for sharing your thoughts!!

totally understand not being the biggest fan of Jake rn!! I am definitely making him a nuanced character!!

Cherry and Rooster might be my favorite couple I've ever written....there's just something so sexy and sad about them. DELICIOUS!! Cherry and Rooster ARE endgame!!

also I do that all the time with AO3!! I can't thank you enough for being flexible and switching platforms during my trying time in horny jail!! this ask is SO sweet and I can't thank you enough!!

[bokutoslittlebird]

His Turn

Atsumu x reader x Bokuto

Author’s Note : smutty little drabble. Mostly Bokuto fucking the reader while Atsumu enjoys the show ; IM SORRY IM VV BIASED ; “Surprise shawty!” is what inspired this. You’ll understand.

Warnings: threesome, communication is not established beforehand, dash of dubcon (maybe? I don’t know), high school sweethearts Atsumu and reader-chan, size kink, dirty talk, spitroasting, face fucking, blowjob, praise [from Bokuto], degradation [from Atsumu], use of “bunny”, creampie, no condoms sorry, Bokuto licks you one (1) time

Sounds of sneakers squeaking on the gym floor is the first thing that welcomes you upon entering through the metal doors. The packaged lunch in your hand has Atsumu’s name on it, the poor guy forgetting it in his rush. The MSBY Black Jackals had a team meeting early that morning, only to then go into a practice match between them and the Schweiden Adlers. The ball slamming against the floor broke you from the awe upon entering, eyes focusing on the man who was currently cheering. If memory serves right, that would be Bokuto Kōtarō. A clap on the back from Atsumu and the affectionate name of ‘Bokkun’ tells you you’re correct. Finding them all busy, you go over to the coach and explain what you’re doing there.

Once approved to stay until lunch break, you seat yourself next to Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s towels and bottles, watching the match. You knew your boyfriend was an excellent setter, as well as a server, but watching him in action was new to you. Yet, you found your eyes constantly drawn to the boisterous boy on the court who seemingly infected everyone around him with energy. Watching him be excited made you excited, the obvious lingering gaze on him instead of Atsumu. Even so, the boys didn’t notice you. Too focused on the game, they are honed into the ball and where it’s going.

The whistle blowing has your own thoughts stopping, looking at the referee who tells them it’s time for a break. Everyone seems to relax more at that, moving towards the benches for their lunches and water. Atsumu finally notices you, a pep in his step as he bounces over. “Ya made it!”

“You act like you didn’t have faith in me. It’s just a small delivery,” you smile, holding out the bag of lunch. Atsumu thanks you, sitting on the floor between your legs. “I can get up, you know,”

“Nah, I’m fine down here. I like the view,” he winks, your foot nudging his thigh. Rolling your eyes, you turn to the rest of his team, confusion etched across their faces as they stare.

“‘Tsumu, I think your team doesn’t know who I am,”

“Oh, shit, of course,” his jumbled mess of words come out around a mouth full of his sandwich. After swallowing, he turns to his teammates and smiles, chest puffed proudly. “This is my wonderful, adorable, and lovely girlfriend, [Y/N],”

“You have a girlfriend?” Sakusa asks, disgust on his face. You giggle at that while Atsumu pouts.

“Wow, you’re really pretty!” Hinata’s compliment has your face heating up, waving your hand in front of your face as you turn to see Bokuto staring at you.

“You really are,” he agrees with Hinata, a bright smile blooming across his face. The genuine smile has your face on fire, not so used to so much attention. Atsumu seems to focus his attention on you, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve never been the center of attention before,” your murmur is low, but Atsumu hears it over the conversation of everyone else. Bokuto seats himself next to you, your reaction is immediately to straighten your back and look at your hands. Every now and then, your eyes glance up to Atsumu and over to Bokuto before they go back down. It doesn’t take long for Atsumu to understand why you keep looking at Bokuto, a grin stretching across his face that he hides by taking a sip of water.

When the coach calls for practice to start back up, you take it upon yourself to leave. You don’t want to interfere with their playing and you find yourself liking the energetic player with the number 12 a little bit more than you want to. Atsumu gives you a peck on the cheek goodbye, telling you he’ll be home for dinner before jogging back to his position on the court. You wave goodbye to everyone, getting an energetic wave from Bokuto that has your chest fluttering.

You just hope Atsumu didn’t notice.

You love Atsumu, you really do. He’s your high school sweetheart and you’ve been through thick and thin together. Bokuto is very attractive, you can admit that to yourself, but he’s not Atsumu. You don’t actually know him like you know Atsumu and he doesn’t actually know you. Still, his genuine smile and that simple sentence— your chest warms at the memory.

That evening goes as every evening does. Before dinner finishes up, Atsumu comes through the door and gives you a nice, big, sweaty hug. It’s kind of gross, but you still love him anyways. You tell at him to wash up and by the time he’s finished, dinner is ready to serve and plated. After dinner, you both watch some TV. By the time the clock is striking 9:00 pm, you’re tired and so Atsumu, but he seems excited.

That’s new.

It isn’t until you get into the bedroom do you understand why he’s excited. He tells you to strip down to your underwear and then leaves. The creaking of the door opening confuses you, but then Atsumu is back.. with Bokuto. The man who seemed to work his way into your heart with a smile and a sentence is suddenly in your bedroom doorframe.

“Uh, ‘Tsumu? What’s��� what’s going on?” you chuckle, eyes flitting from your boyfriend and Bokuto, who seems excited at the sight. You have a feeling he’d have jumped you if Atsumu wasn’t in front of him.

“It was a surprise. You seem to like him after meeting him,” he continues before you can stop him, “so, here he is! He’s full of energy, plus I’ve always wondered what it looked like to see you get fucked looked like,”

“Atsumu! That’s crude!” But you’re smiling. Atsumu then gestures from Bokuto to you.

“Please, enjoy your stay,” he grins. Bokuto nods, moving into the room. His joggers don’t hide the erection beneath them, the mere size of it has you clenching around nothing. A smirk paints across your lips as you look to Atsumu, who’s settling himself against the closed door.

“Shall I assume I’m in the classic position?”

“Please,” he smirks back, watching as you move from your sitting position to have your hands and knees on the bed. The shuffling of clothing behind you suddenly stops, so you turn your head and wiggle your butt to entice Bokuto.

“C’mon, big boy. Show me what you got,” you grin, watching his face bloom a sweet shade of pink as he gets on the bed. But he doesn’t touch you quite yet.

“Are you sure I’m allowed?”

“I could show you, if you prefer it that way,” Atsumu’s offer is almost immediately declined. Bokuto’s rapid shake of the head has Atsumu relaxing against the wall, an evident erection in his pants. “Then go on. Show me how well you can fuck my girlfriend, Bokkun,”

It’s the last thing Bokuto needs.

Large hands practically shred your panties, ripping them down to your knees that are firmly planted against the bed. A murmur of “sweet pussy,” comes from behind you, followed by Bokuto’s tongue flicking against your folds. Even his tongue is thick and wide, delving between the skin and swiping at the bit of juices leaking from your cunt. The obscene sounds of slurping comes from behind you, hands grasping at the sheets as your eyes roll. The feeling is more intense than when Atsumu does it, the ministrations having a bit of hurried fervor to them, licking and slurping as if it’s his last meal on earth. Moans spill from your lips, mouth continuously open as they do.

The common feeling of an orgasm rises in your gut, the knot twisting as your toes curl. Light headedness follows, a strained mewl as your body twitches coming soon after and Bokuto groans, the vibrations causing more slick to slip out. When he removes his face from between your legs, you can barely lift your head up. “How does she taste?”

“Absolutely delicious. As sweet as I thought she would,” Bokuto coos, pressing kisses against your skin, trailing them up your back until his lips run against your throat, stopping at your cheek. His tongue flicks out against the sweaty skin, leaving a sticky trail of his saliva. “You’re just so beautiful,”

With his head next to yours, his arms caging you in, it suddenly hits hot big he is compared to you. The simple act of him over you making you feel so small that has you practically creaming. Bokuto’s cock brushes against your folds, the tip rubbing in the slick as coating it. “She’s a beautiful slut, aren’t you?” Atsumu says, voice low and tinged with lust. Instead of a proper response, you whine at the feeling of Bokuto rubbing his cock past your folds, teasing the entrance. Feeling his cock just brushing against you, your folds parting to encompass him has you whining at the anticipation. You know he’s bigger than Atsumu, thicker at least.

You’re right.

The scream that comes from your throat once Bokuto plunges into your tiny cunt has his groaning, eyes rolling as he’s only 1/3 of the way in you. Squeezing him so tightly, you’re practically gushing around his girth. But Bokuto doesn’t move, gentle shushes as he runs his large hand up and down your sides, occasionally dipping over your ass and down your thighs.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. I got you, I got you,” he coos, lips brushing against your spine as you grit your teeth and attempt to move back. Large hands grip your sides, growling. “Don’t hurt yourself,”

“More! I wan’ more, Bokkun,” your whines have him pushing in, listening to your request. No more screams, but you do happen to mewl, mixed with whimpers as he continues to split you open farther than Atsumu ever has. It’s a horrible thing, wishing Bokuto could fuck you everyday with the way he stretches you out. He’s so big, body completely encompassing yours as his weight keeps you pinned down with your ass in the air.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Can’t believe I get to wreck this pussy, all while your boyfriend watches from the sidelines,” Bokuto grunts, hips slapping against your ass as he starts a rhythm. Eyes rolling once more, you moan as you grin, lost in pleasure. The feeling is just so good, your walls fluttering around him as drool drips from your lips, muffled mewl that goes into the sheets as a second orgasm comes on, the feeling of bliss and euphoria filling your body as the liquid drips down Bokuto’s cock. Curling and sticking to his hair, it has strands of the slick connecting his hips to your ass as he fails into you.

So lost in the pleasure of Bokuto’s cock in you, you don’t even notice Atsumu has moved from his original position against the door. Suddenly, his hard cock is thrusted in front of your face as he pulls on your hair, dark eyes lidded as they look down at you. “You’re having too much fun, slut. Now open your fucking mouth,”

“Don’t be so mean, Tsum-Tsum. A cute little bunny like her needs praise, don’t you, pretty girl?” When Bokuto calls you ‘bunny’ and ‘pretty girl’, you find yourself clenching around him, moaning in agreement. “She likes that,”

“Slutty little bunnies just like being fucked, that’s all she is,” Atsumu grunts, hand tugging on your hair to keep your mouth on his cock. “Fuck, both your holes are good,” his moans come out more as you focus on utilizing your tongue, pressing it against the underside and flicking it against the slit. He keeps his hand in your hair, but he doesn’t tug hard as Bokuto’s pace picks up, your body bouncing with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so good. So fucking good,” Bokuto’s voice gets higher with each smack of his hips against you. His heavy balls are dripping with your cum, slick and smacking against your clit as the burning sensation of overstimulation set in. Your walls burn, the stretch becoming uncomfortable as Bokuto’s cock rubs against them. Atsumu’s cock goes farther in your mouth each time Bokuto thrusts up into you, cock bumping against the roof of your mouth. It isn’t until Bokuto lets out a whine of his own, burying himself to the hilt as his strong arms press you close to him. Atsumu pulls you all the way down on his cock, head thrown back as he groans, his hot load shooting down your throat. The feeling of Bokuto’s cum filling you up has your eyes widening, but you suck him dry. Feeling his cock rub against your walls and his balls tending against your clit as he finishes has your walls squeezing him tightly, like a vice.

Eventually, both of them finish shooting their loads into your holes. Bokuto’s arms release you as Atsumu’s hand lets your hair go. Your body falls against the bed, laying on your side as your legs spread. Bokuto’s cum spurts out of your cunt, oozing down your thigh and over your ass. In the afterglow of everything, the only sound filling the room now is heavy breathing.

Bokuto breaks the silence first, his cock still hard and covered in cum. “Can I go again?” He whines. You smile at him before looking to Atsumu, who runs a hand through his hair.

“Have at it, big boy. It’s your turn, after all,”

[lilhwahwa]

ATEEZ Reaction: S/O is scared of needles

I don’t know if you still take requests but if you do…Can you do a reaction to you going to a doctors appointment and you have to get a shot and your really scared so they come with you and comfort you?

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I take requests here and there but this seemed cute so I wanted to do it! 

I will do the reactions in more of real reaction rather than scenario. 

MASTERLIST

Hongjoong

★ The (kinda) calm bf 

★ He doesn’t really enjoy the whole hospital scene either and prefers to spend limited time there. 

★ He’d tease you when you asked him to go with. After the teasing, he’d, of course, agree, who was he to deny you? 

★ Would act as a parent lol. Check you in at the front desk even though you could’ve done it yourself. 

★ Rubs your knee in the waiting room to calm you down.

★ “I promise I’ll buy you something delicious after it” 

★  “If I could do it instead I would you know?” he’d say with pouty lips.

★ When it was time for the shot, he’d go in with you, the nurses didn’t even protest with him. 

★ Would make you look deep into his soft and caring eyes so you don’t look at the needle. Would send you a flirty wink.

★ After it’s done he’d whine about how not bad it was but be proud nevertheless. 

★ “Let’s go get your reward baby”

★ 10/10 worthy bringing with. 

Seonghwa

★ The soft bf

★ Would think you’re kidding or being childish for fun but when he really genuinely understood you were scared, he would coo at you. 

★ “Aw my baby, I will protect you from the pain” opPa will save you all

★ Would bring a bottle of water and candies for after the shot, just in case you felt ill.

★ Would pull out his whiny aegyo for you, only because you were very nervous though.   

★ Would squeeze at your cheeks and nose to keep you distracted.

★ Would be polite to the nurses and tell them to take care of his baby well in a joking way (he serious tho) 

★ Since he was so polite and charming the nurses let him cling onto your hand while you were getting the shot.

★ Strokes your palms and back of your hand so so gently with his thumb like with joongs hands.

★ Plans your next date to distract you from it. 

★ “What was that movie you wanted to see for our next movie night baby?”

★ Would give you a big kith as a reward and pat on the head.

★ 11/10 would bring://

Yunho

★ The distractor bf

★ Would ask you if he could come along before you had the chance to ask because he already knew you’d be nervous. 

★ Would make jokes on the way, during and after to keep a light mood. 

★ Pouty baby when he sees how nervous you were.

★ “Is it really that scary baby?” he’d ask worriedly as he watched your face.

★ Would stand in the door frame since the room was too small and he was, the opposite of small so he didn’t fit. 

★ Reaches for your hand.

★ “Squeeze if it hurts” he’d say and encourage you to actually show your fear instead of hiding it.  

★ So into distracting you that he might as well bring colorful balls to juggle next time.

★ Questions, your thoughts, plans for the day. Anything to keep you talking.

★ “Keep your eyes here though baby” he’d say, not wanting you to look at the needle. 

★ Vv proud, might get some weird looks from people as he picked you up from being so energized.

★ Would give you a candy as a joke but of course, you took it. 

★ 10/10 would bring

Yeosang

★ Savage (but caring) bf

★ Would be dramatic about your whining about the needle.

★ Nonetheless he just wants to lighten the mood by teasing you slightly but he cares a lot…

★ “Do you want me to go with you because you’re scared or because you just want to spend more time with me?”

★ When you’d pout and turn quiet from being nervous he’d shift into a soft bf.

★ Would draw little cheering hehetmons for you.

★ Talks a lot, thinks it will distract you well. 

★ Even promises to treat you to chicken after, which motivates him to comfort you too.

★ Stands by you, stroking your shoulder as he talked on and on about chicken and the members while locking your eyes in his.

★ “Wasn’t so bad now was it?” 

★ Sassy bf is back again… with chicken tho

★ 9/10 would bring, but if you don’t mind his teasing, then 10/10 tbh. 

San

★ Protective bf

★ Would scrunch his face at hearing that you had to get a shot.

★ But it’s for your own health so he would be convincing you about how good it is for you with a pout tho

★ “Don’t worry baby I will be there protecting you!” from a needle lol?

★ Might tease you for 1 millisecond but only because you looked so cute to him, he wants to protecc.

★ Might be a little extra and offer to bring Shiber or some plushy…

★ Hums/sings to you gently as you wait for your turn.

★ Stands beside you while stroking your head gently, encouraging to look at his dimples instead of the nurse. 

★ Will feel your pain/anxiety or sense any little discomfort you have.

★ Would be proud of both of you after it’s done.

★ Nurses would coo in secret.

★ “I protected you well right?”

★ Will be cuddly and remind you about how brave you were.

★ 10/10 would bring!!

Mingi

★ Scaredy cat bf

★ He lowhighkey kind of uncomfortable with the hospital setting and apparatus too…

★ But he’d do anything for you so wouldn’t mention it.

★ Might whine a little but hide the fact that he himself was a little anxious.

★ Would give you cute smiles and gestures while waiting.

★ If you were feeling very anxious he would admit his feelings too, saying he’s also scared but that you were brave together. 

★ Would let you tease him about being a cute scaredy cat BUT ONLY FOR NOW. THIS ONCE.

★ “You’re such a brave baby” 

★ Would stand close to you with intertwined, sweaty hands and staring into your eyes, mostly so that he could avoid looking at the needle too. 

★ “I’ve never been scared a day in my life” he’d state too proudly.

★ Would demand a kith. pls kith.

★ 10/10 would bring, soft af.

Wooyoung

★ A hot mess bf ((literally too tho…)

★ Would forget he promised to go with you so panics to get ready quickly.

★ “Of course I knew about the appointment that’s why I’m getting ready, I just lost track of time…”

★ But takes it kind of seriously tho, the shot experience?

★ Wouldn’t make too much of a deal of it, just enough…for now tho...

★ Would change when you were in the waiting room though.

★ Loud jokes, that he’d end up laughing at himself…nerves

★ He’s not very sure on how to help so just does the first things that come to mind, he’s a mess. 

★ Would give you an encouraging pep talk before the shot.

★ “This is just one shot you’ll do it, be healthy and I’ll be proud and we’ll go buy something after.” rants

 ★ Would stand by the door frame and look at you while pulling funny faces as if the nurses didn’t see. He doesn’t care

★ Would praise himself for being the best pep talker? 

★ 10/10 would bring this cutie.

Jongho

★  Chill bf

★  Would just be like, “okay, I’ll go with you” before you even opened your mouth...

★  But would feel a warm feeling in his chest because you trust him/find comfort in him.

★  Loves feeling like he’s protecting you so…

★ Very mature about it, gives you tips on how to calm down.

★  Would squeeze your hand gently as you waited. 

★  “It will be okay, I’m right close by” he’d encourage. 

★  Would offer for you to bite him if it hurt or something (idk my dad used to let me bite him when I was in pain ok)

★ Would stand close by quietly but with a soft and warm look in his eyes.

★ Would coo and pinch your cheek afterwards.

★ Would hold you and sway you side to side before going back to chill for the day and baby you. 

★  10/10 whipped bf, I’d bring!!

[marziyoudumbass]

dates with the Allies

pairings: america x reader, england x reader, france x reader, russia x reader, canada x reader

synopsis: what kind of date would the Allies take you on? (also I didn’t do china, but did do canada. I’m sorry, I can’t write him)

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alfred f. jones

100% would take you on a classic movie date

It’s probably a horror film too

Picks you up and drives you to the theaters

Tickets were already aquired so you just walk straight to get some snacks

Loads up on popcorn, candy, chocolate, ect

Are you looking at xyz snack for too long? He buys two

Gets slushies (or soda if you want, or water)

You’re scared for his bank account (movie theater food is expensive)

It ends up being a bit hard to carry but you both manage

You go to the back of the theater

You share a mega huge container of popcorn

You brush hands like in a cliche movie

Half the popcorn is gone before the movie even starts

He starts off all confident 

“Its not gonna be that scary.”

“If you get scared I’ll protect you”

His brave acts crumbles at the first jumpscare

Lowkey clinging to you

If you’re scared, though, he’ll toughen up on the outside

He’s still a baby though

He’ll protect you as much as he can

Stress eater? Stress eater.

By the time the movie ends he’s calmed a little

Has a death grip on your hand (but not too hard bc he doesn’t wanna hurt you uwu)

Drops you off and probably kisses you on the porch

Overall 10/10 would recomend

arthur kirkland

Hmmmmm

I’m thinking he’d do a nice romantic dinner date

He’d be all gentlemanly

Picks you up at 7

“You look amazing, love.”

He’ll open the car door for you and other little things like that

The restaurant is really fancy but not super snobby

There’s a valet and everything

You end up having a nice table

Its kind of secluded and overlooking the rest of the restaurant

It’s a classic candle-lit dinner

You order and do all that stuff

While you wait for your food you talk

He’s as charming as ever

Compliments compliments compliments

It’s a fairly intellectual conversation

But you also joke around together

Your food comes and you eat

The main draw of this type of date for him is being able to talk to you

He gives you a pretty necklace

It goes by rather quickly :((

He’ll take you to his house afterwards

You continue your date there

OVerall 9/10, nice conversation and atmosphere, not super eventful

francis bonneyfoy

Okokokokok

You’d expect him to also do a cliche dinner date, BUT 

I think he’d take you on a longer date then the rest would

It might not even be considered a date with how extra he is

You’re 100% going to France for this one

I think he’d take you to Disneyland in Paris

Maybe you’d drive, maybe you’d fly on a private jet, same dif

You’d go for Parc Disneyland first

You go to Phantom mannor, tour Sleeping Beauty Castle, go on Big Thunder Mountain, and even Space Mountain.

It’s a fun packed day!

You skip out on the food in Parc Disneyland

“It is nowhere near what you deserve, mon cher!”

(The food isn’t even good anyways)

After the park closes he takes you on a sweet picnic

Has a few candles but most of the light is from the moon

Probably bought you jewelry beforehand and presents it during this time

Loads of delicious, homemade-gourmet French cusine

Wine is a given

He might feed you

He compliments you but in the most extra ways

Makes you blush

Overall 100000/10 take me to Disneyland Paris please

ivan braginsky (baby)

He’s so sweet with his date

Like France, it would be more of a day out--just not as extravagant

It starts off as a simple walk through town

I like the idea of it snowing lightly

It's early mornimg

You’re both wearing coats and gloves, he’s holding your hand

You can’t really see his face, from your angle his scarf covers it

He’ll take you into little shops, if you want something, he’ll buy it for you

Would totally take you into a little clothing shop and buy you your own scarf

It’s probably a bit too big, but it’s the thought that counts

I think you’d mostly be in silence, just enjoying each other’s company

Small talk does occur, but only once in a while

You also window shop a bit, just looking through the big glass panes to see if anything interests you

He’s super considerate

“Are you having fun?”

“Would you like to go inside, любимый?”

“Are you cold, подсолнух?”

He just wants you to be happy

You then go to a small coffee shop

You sit in a corner and have coffe/hot chocolate/tea

I think he's not really a normal coffee kind of guy? Like, if he drinks coffee it's rarely coffe, cream, and sugar

He likes more lattes and macchiatos but doesn't mind a good cup of coffee

He's a huge softie for you

Stares at you across the table but lovingly

Like, he adores you

He can't believe you're his, his little sunflower

Overall 11/10 vv good and sweet

matthew williams

I think it is possible he does something like Russia, an early morning cafe date, but not at a cafe

He takes you to a cute little breakfast place

It has a very welcoming feel from the outside, like you just want to go in as soon as you see it

It's probably cold outside, so when you walk in, the warmth hits you like a freight train

To the far end of the dining area, there's a little fireplace, it's not real but still radiates immense heat

I think he'd take Kumajirou with you unless he wants it to be special or you don't like Kuma you monster

A nice big, cozy booth? Yes, only the best for you bb 

Matthew, in contrast to Russia, likes a good, strong cup of coffe. A nice, simple one; two sugars, cream if he feels like it.

Honestly all these boys spoil you, and Mattie does it with pancakes

The place has some of the best pancakes in Canada, second only to Matthew's own

Everything you want, he'll pay for it

He orders the 'Unlimited Pancake' meal for himself (with unlimited syrup and butter)

He might be sweet but he's not the pancake eating champion for nothing

He thinks you're so amazing

So sweet, kind, mindful, you can see him

Even if that's not how you describe yourself, he makes you out to be an angel

The conversation is never lacking

He's an incredible listener

Baby is so whipped, everyone can see it by the way he hangs onto every syllable that comes out of your mouth

Even though he doesn't talk much, he does ask questions

 "How have you been?"

 "Are the pancakes good?"

"Do you need more syrup?"

When you're finished, he'll pull some strings to get dessert from the dinner menu

He lets you get what you want, but not too much because he cares about your health uwu

You get home and riddle

Overall 9.9/10, such a sweet date but I like waffles more than pancakes (don't tell him I said that)

[hellreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V & Reader Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Reader Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Light Angst Series: Part 2 of Effervescence

Summary:

Just like the fizz of a cola on a hot summer’s day, your encounter with Taehyung is short but sparkly sweet.

OR

Getting married in three months, you and your girls attend Ultra Miami to cap your single life, a final hurrah of some sort. What you didn’t expect is meeting a beguiling boy with a boxy smile who gives you a festival you’ll forever reminisce.

“Ephemeral love are like flowers in valleys, but everlasting love are like mountains.” ~ Arthy V. 

reading this second part of effervescence made me feel so many things but mostly sadness, despite MC and Taehyung spending a few days together it felt like a lifetime, it was like a meeting of two souls lost in this realm eventually finding each other because they were once intertwined in another life though not in this one, not anymore, because this is proof that we can’t always have the people we want in our lives, even if the feeling is mutual, even if you spend days even years together if it isn’t meant to be, it will never happen.

[SPOILERS AHEAD vv minimal, hopefully]

immersing into this one put me on a rollercoaster ride, the type of ride you wish would never end no matter how it makes you dizzy and intoxicated with every spin it puts you through, starting off with her girlfriends (to have my favorite celebrities as my BFFs here was a treat, each personality reminded me of certain roles they portrayed in dramas which was cute) bidding her goodbye to tend to their duties as they leave her to enjoy the festival on her own before she closes the chapter of her life as a single woman, because in three months she’ll be marrying “the love of her life”.

as soon as Taehyung entered the picture Aphrodite by RINI immediately played on loop in my head (the playlist/music recommendation is lovely tho *chef’s kiss* especially Lover’s Fire by Franco it’s so divine and will give you all the feels) he was a man on a mission, whipped as soon as he saw her having fun with her friends he came up to her with all the courage he mustered, it was now or never, it was an opportunity for them to get to know each other and maybe earn her affection and in return he’ll worship her, a goddess that came to him when he least expects it. I enjoyed every moment they spent together and made me forget she was getting married soon, everything felt like magic making me overlook her current situation, in my eyes and my heart they were meant to meet each other and learn a thing or two about each other and about life.

not wanting to spoil much of the beautiful moments the pair shared let me just share my thoughts about the stuff you can pick up here, first of all, let yourself get lost in the moment, do not overthink things, I know this is hard for people like me in particular because I overthink things making me lose every single second where I could’ve been enjoying stuff I might regret later but it’s better than thinking for the rest of my life of the what-ifs? secondly, age is just a number, it doesn’t matter when you’re in love, let go and let love in, the Noona romance theme here is something I enjoyed, though I think I am very much like her who'd rather fall for or date an Oppa rather than a boy years younger than me because even a year younger scares me, I have this mentality that I should date men at least a year older than me (I think the biggest age gap was seven years tho) because I always associated maturity with age and I had to learn the hard way, also,  I wanna be babied so I date older men but have this need to be on top and take control, anyway age and maturity isn’t really a thing that’s my point, do not let people judge you for the age difference, you’re the one in love and committing not them, their opinions shouldn’t matter. thirdly, life can be very unfair, no, life is truly unfair letting you meet people you never thought you’d change your life drastically in so many ways, even if it means sinning for a bit... in this case do I condemn her for letting go a bit? no, even if it was technically cheating, what if Taehyung was the one for her at least in one of her lives and this was a reunion of sorts before finally moving on??? and lastly “There are some secrets that we think we're keeping, but those secrets are actually keeping us. - Frank Warren” ~ “But some secrets are too delicious not to share. - Suzanne Collins” I think these sayings about secrets explain themselves well and if you read the whole story you’ll understand them much better.

and ofc my favorite bits will be shared, I cannot stop my effervescent heart for Kim Taehyung, sigh what are the odds that she would meet a young and handsome man months before her big day, a young man full of life and energy that will change her life for a few days, I adored the way they got along so easily as if they’ve known each other for a long time, he felt like home, it’s impossible not to be whisked away, because despite MC’s honesty about her relationship and upcoming marriage it wasn’t enough for the kid to back down, he clearly wants her and that made my heart jump way too many times but also hurt because this is just temporary, he’s just temporary, he will only remain a memory of Miami, every scene felt like it was pulled from some cheesy/romantic/heartbreaking drama where the male and female lead will never be together because time said so, because circumstance said so, because fate said so, the attraction, the dancing, the drinking, the piggyback rides, the tickling, the elevator ride, the push and pull with reckless abandon giving in only if for one night, the way Taehyung made her feel affected me so much it’s more than lust, the way he wants to take her, steal her, persuade her into choosing him, I was glad it was more than one night but was it really something to be glad about when you know the end will eventually take away this borrowed precious moment? nevertheless, they made every moment count, it was just them nobody else (the smut is proof that they just let go, 0 fucks given, as much as I wanna detail everything I want you to read it without any ideas on the things he’s done to her, all I can say is he’s a very generous lover, a pleaser who pays attention to every detail *wink*wink*).

then comes the part where they had to go back to reality, back to his idol life, back to the arms of her lover, I cried during their last night where he gave up sleep just to commit to memory every single thing about her, making sure he’ll never forget (tho I wondered if he had the same images on his phone as well?) his last favor, his uncontrollable tears, his genuine question it hit me like a tonne of bricks it was a sad conversation filled with so much emotion if I could change things for them I would, but that was their goodbye, the souvenir she left reminded me so much of her girl Sunny, I also noticed the maturity of both characters and how they handle love and relationships, Taehyung is obviously youthful, full of life, would risk it all, likes people easily but I think him falling in love was genuine, does it feel rushed? maybe? but I do know he did love her even if he only met her, after all, a lot of young people fall hard and fast, MC is obviously wise beyond her years, more cautious, guarded, though it was never clear if she only said those words out of pity or not I do believe she loved or at least cared for him, he’s the boy that gave color to her life, a color she never thought would make life beautiful, a bright color she’ll carry with her for the rest of her life, she may not be wise for engaging in an ephemeral affair with the boy but she did know it was just a passing love affair and that she’ll choose Joongki over and over, the other half that makes her whole.

ahhh thank you for this wonderful piece Fringe, I know some of my thoughts/interpretations may be wild or too much but everything you write just puts me in a trance where so many thoughts surround me and I have to get all of this out, thank you for writing again, for sharing with us your works, ily! | 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

[phandomsecretvalentines]

Moonlight

This is my valentine for @orchestralester! I hope you like it!

- @realityfallsapart

tags: fluff, AU (of sorts), vv minor angst

words: ~2.4k

Summary: Dan Howell is waiting for his date with his long-time crush to begin. His night turns sour, however, but a stranger with eyes clearer than the sky just so happens to make it his goal to fix things. By the end of the night, Dan starts to believe that maybe things do happen for a reason.

(ao3 link)

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Dan dragged the straw through his water, watching as the liquid swirled and the ice clinked against the glass. The straw had made countless laps at this point, and Dan wasn’t even paying attention to the action anymore. He had spaced out, his gaze vaguely directed at the empty seat in front of him.

“Hun, are you gonna order yet?”

Dan jumped at the soft voice, the waitress’ question tearing him out of his thoughts. He turned, blinking rapidly, orienting himself once more with the world around him.

“Oh uh, no, five more minutes, please.”

The corner of the waitress’ lips turned down and even though Dan wasn’t looking at her in the eyes, he knew that if he did he would see sadness and pity. He could feel her gaze turn from his face to the vacant side of the booth, and back to him.

“Okay, babe. Call me over when you’re ready,” she said, gently, as if she was talking to a scared and beaten down animal, before walking away.

Dan sighed, scrubbing his face with his hands. He didn’t blame her. Dan had been waiting in this booth for the past half an hour, and with each minute ticking by, the prospect of his night turning out as okay as he had planned kept getting bleaker and bleaker.

Chase Thompson, Dan’s crush of over three years, had asked him out all of two days ago at the end of biology class. It was the only class they had ever shared in their entire academic careers, and Dan was sure that before this year, Chase hadn’t even known he had existed, but he had been resigned to that for a while. So, of course, when they were paired together as lab partners for the year, Dan had done his best to not jump for joy. They had become sort-of-friends, close enough to text an obscure meme to at three in the morning and think nothing of it but still lacking all of the personal details that true friends knew about each other. Dan had made it a goal to try and get Chase to fall for him without it being too obvious, so when Chase had asked him this past Wednesday if he’d “like to go out to the corner diner in town” Dan had very nearly combusted. And when he had asked why, just to keep his hopes from jumping up too high, and Chase had replied with, “for a date, obviously. You’re cute, Daniel Howell” Dan quite literally could not stop the wide smile from taking over his face.

He had been on cloud nine for the rest of the day and the day after that, his happiness not the least bit diminished today either. Dan wasn’t sure that he had ever smiled so much in such a short time.

Now though, Dan was still waiting for his prince to show up. He had checked that he was in the right diner three times, and had gone through their texts to make sure that he had the right time too, at least twice. Right spot, right time. Hell, Dan was even in the best booth, tucked away in the corner to give them a little privacy, but also within eyesight of the front door, so it wasn’t like Chase had missed him.

Dan contemplated sending a text. Was Chase okay? Stuck trying to get here? He was at school today, that was for sure, they had seen each other across the hall (he had disappeared by the time Dan had reached here he had been standing, but that wasn’t the point). Dan still wasn’t sure about the text, however. He didn’t want to seem clingy or anything—they hadn’t even had a first date yet!

He fidgeted in the seat, his fingers playing with the case on his phone. Dan looked out the window. It had started raining, droplets of water pitter patter-ing against the glass pane. Dan stared at the puddles forming, his finger aimlessly drawing unseen patterns in the condensation of his glass of water. He let his shoulders drop. Chase would be here.

He would.

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  Dan’s head was in his hands. He wasn’t hungry anymore, wasn’t even in the mood to do anything but find his way into his bed and hide under his duvet forever.

It had been an hour since Chase had vowed to show up.

Dan had sent three texts, all of them unanswered. The waitress had given him a slice of pie “on the house” and told him that there were plenty other fish in the sea. It was kind of her, definitely, but Dan had lost his appetite.

He’d been stood up, his hope’s of landing the guy crushed, and heart heavy in his rib cage.

Dan was also aware of the occasional pitying stare of a fellow customer, a “oh that poor boy” thrown in his direction in a weak tone.

The entire time of his wait, Dan fell lower and lower, his self-esteem crumbling with every “five more minutes, please” he directed at his waitress and every thought of he’ll be here, he promised, that bounced around in his head. Dan felt sick. He wanted to go home and forget everything, forget his stupid feelings and forget that Chase even existed.

Like Chase had probably done about Dan.

Dan winced as that particular thought grew in intensity. It hurt, a lot, but it was probably true. Three years of pining after someone who doesn’t even know your name will do that.

He slipped his phone in his pocket and gave another wistful glance at his untouched pie. It looked delicious and Dan hated to waste it, but his stomach was churning and in knots that would put Harry Houdini to shame; he didn’t want to eat.

The little bell above the door chimed, and Dan’s nearly-beaten-to-death hopes fluttered, but he didn’t look up from the table. Those same hopes crashed to the ground, however, when the footsteps approached the counter, seeming to go for one of the barstools. Dan heard their voice talking with the waitress, felt the stranger’s gaze on him.

Dan swallowed, trying to work past the lump in his throat but failing spectacularly. That’s it, he decided, I’m leaving. Dan braced one hand on the table and started to stand, his eyes still downcast when he felt a hand on his shoulder, one that pushed him down (not that Dan was really fighting against it, he was all out of fight at the moment) and back into his side of the booth. Dan looked up in surprise, only to meet the gaze of a stranger sitting himself down in the seat across from Dan.

He looked a little older than Dan himself with crystal-like blue eyes and high cheekbones framed with black hair that was too dark to be anything but artificial. He was pretty. Very.

“Sorry, babe, traffic was hell,” he stated simply, as if they had known each other for years. As is he was the one that Dan had been waiting for. The man picked up the menu that had previously had no attendee and flicked his eyes down once over it before once again turning that intense gaze in Dan’s direction, a smile playing at his lips.

Dan recovered his ability of speech and masked his surprise and confusion as best as possible.

“You have the wrong person, look, it’s fine I don’t care I was leaving anyway-” Dan breathed, once again making a move to get up, but the man wrapped his fingers around Dan’s wrist, loose enough for their hold to be easily broken if Dan wished. Dan stilled at the cool touch. He didn’t know why, but he did.

“Are you sure?”

It was a simple question, really, and if Dan was any sane person, he would say yes and leave, because he swore that someone somewhere had been kidnapped like this, but then again, Dan figured that nothing else could possibly go wrong tonight, and if he was kidnapped, then he was kidnapped. Besides, maybe if he stayed here a little longer the rain would stop and he could walk home without becoming completely drenched.

So Dan sat, his brows furrowing.

“Why are you sitting here? And who are you?” Dan asked. He hated how lost his voice sounded but he couldn’t help it. He just wanted to rewind the whole night.

“When I came in, you looked really sad, so I asked the waitress if you were okay, and she said that you had been stood up and had been waiting for a really long time. I didn’t want you to sit here all by yourself, nor did I really want your whole night to be ruined.” He reached forward and squeezed Dan’s hand, a show of support. “As for who I am, my name’s Phil Lester, aspiring film director and lover of animals.”

Dan snorted, imaging Phil as one of those people who came in and cooed over every single one of the animals that were in the pet store that Dan worked at. The mental image fit surprisingly well.

“Film director, huh? And animal lover? That’s an interesting combination.” Dan said, shaking his head. He was smiling though, so Dan would give Phil that—he’d made Dan smile pretty easily.

“Excuse you, it’s the best combination.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh, yeah, it is, because that makes me qualified to give both advice on how to properly edit footage and which dogs are the best dogs for petting and snuggles.”

Dan feigned to look appalled, hand on his chest and everything.

“Excuse you, but all dogs are good dogs for petting and snuggles. If you’re going to disrespect dogs like that then sorry mate, but this date is over.”

The word “date” slipped out before Dan had even realized it, but he bit his tongue and tried to ignore the feeling of a blush starting to form. Phil reaching out and once again wrapping his long fingers around Dan’s wrist as if he was afraid that Dan would actually leave, also wasn’t helping.

“You didn’t let me finish! I was going to say: ‘but that’s a trick question because they’re all good’” Phil whined, pouting.

Dan rolled his eyes, pretending to be disbelieving. He hoped Phil got the message.

“Fine. I’ll accept it. But you’re on thin ice, mister.”

Phil smiled, and Dan decided that he looked even prettier when he smiled.

They picked up their menus, both deciding without a word that they would try and keep it cool, look like they were planning on staying, and hope that the other wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon.

Dan’s stomach grumbled and he suddenly became very aware that he hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

The waitress came over, this time a wide smile on her face, little crinkles at the corners of her eyes.

“What would you two like to eat?” she asked. Her voice was sunny and she sounded ridiculously pleased with herself.

They both ordered, Dan biting his lip as he paid attention to how smooth Phil’s voice sounded, trying to not be so obvious about it. He hoped that it worked.

“So,” Phil said, his voice pulling Dan from his thoughts and from the direction that the waitress had just walked away, “I already gave you my name, but what about you?”

Mentally, Dan cursed himself, at least a little—he hadn’t even given Phil his name! Outwardly, however, Dan blushed, stuttering a little in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. My name’s Dan, er, Dan Howell. Yeah.” he finished, lamely. Dan inwardly cringed into next fucking week—god, he was so socially inept he can’t even introduce himself.

Phil seemed to not notice. Or at least, he didn’t bother pointing it out. Instead, he smirked.

“Dan, huh? It suits you. So, Dan,” Phil started, that adorably sexy smirk still on his face. Phil flicked a piece of hair away from his eyes, pushing it back up into the rest of his fringe. “tell me something about yourself. It can be anything: favorite book, what color socks you’re wearing, the meaning of life…it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s about you.”

Dan groaned, leaning back.

“Don’t you dare get me started on the meaning of life there, Lester, I have too many existential crises as it is, I don’t need your help nor do I need one right now.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, really. So uh, no getting stuck in my thoughts tonight, thanks.” Dan said, throwing his hands up as if in disgust. Phil giggled and Dan’s eyes were immediately drawn to the fact that his tongue poked out.

“Alright, alright, no crises allowed then.”

Dan snorted, picking up his glass and taking a sip. He didn’t fail to notice how Phil’s blue, blue eyes stayed on him the entire time.

  ~~~~~

  When they eventually stumbled out of the diner, almost two hours had passed since Phil had first sat down across from Dan. They had eaten Dan’s pie while they were waiting for their meals, and then had even gotten a sundae to split as well, just so they could keep sitting there in their own little bubble, tucked away from the rest of the world.

Chase had never showed.

Dan didn’t care.

Phil had insisted on paying for the meal, wouldn’t even let Dan pay for the tip no matter how much the brunet protested.

“My date, my check,” Phil had said. (Dan had tried very hard to not blush at that, ending up failing. Oops).

The rain had stopped, the downpour down to nothing but a few droplets here or there. Dan hardly noticed.

They kept talking—mainly Dan waffling about Star Wars and Phil nodding along—and Phil didn’t mention anything about leaving. Dan didn’t mind.

About a dozen steps away from the diner, however, Dan felt a hand slot itself in his own. The fingers were smooth and surprisingly warm. Dan looked down at where his hand met Phil’s.

“Is this okay?” Phil whispered, as if noises too loud would disrupt the moment. Dan laced their fingers, marveling at their fit.

“Yeah, it is.”

And later, when they parted, new numbers in their phones and giddiness in their chests, Dan certainly didn’t mind at all when Phil tugged Dan close by their linked hands, his free hand cupping Dan’s jaw and kissing him softly under the moonlight.

Dan’s lips still tingled long after Phil had left them.

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[ookamikasumi-fanfics]

Diabolic 4

Summary: Vincent Valentine is kidnapped by the ghost of Sephiroth for a very personal mission. 

(S/VV- After AC) COMPLETE

All characters property of Square Enix. This story was written for the intent of Personal enjoyment. No money was made from this work.

Warning! Rated NC-17: hard-core Yaoi content, adult language, mild violence, non-con seduction

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~             Four ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vincent awoke moaning. He was on his side with his back up against a warm firm body. A body with a hard-on pressing between the cheeks of his ass. A hot hand was slowly stroking his cock to painful hardness while long teeth nibbled at the back of his neck right at the edge of his hairline.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The voice was deep, velvety and amused.

Vincent shoved away, dropping onto his belly. “What the…?” He turned to stare.

Lounging on his side, Sephiroth’s cat-green gaze and amused smirk was less than a kiss away. “My, my… You look awfully surprised.”

Vincent turned his back to his tormentor and pushed to sit up. He’d regained a good portion of his energy. He had his wings back, he could feel them though they weren’t visible. Not a big deal. They normally weren’t visible. Out of sheer habit, he kept them tightly folded down against his spine. “You got what you wanted from me.” He winced. Damn it, his ass hurt! “So, leave me the hell alone!” Moisture slicked the cheeks of his butt. He closed his eyes and felt his face heat ferociously.

“If you are referring to your ass…” Serpent quick, he grabbed Vincent, locking his arms around the smaller man’s waist. “On the contrary…” He pulled hard, lifting Vincent bodily and then twisted and pushed, shoving Vincent belly down among the sheets. “I’ve only begun to get what I want from you.”

Vincent pushed up on his hands and snarled. “What the hell are you doing?” The hair at the base of his neck was grabbed and pulled until his head was tilted back. His back arched sharply until he was up on his elbows. He gasped, more in surprise than pain. It didn’t actually hurt. In fact, it was more than a little exciting. His face heated even more. What the hell kind of kinky pervert was he turning into?

“What do I want? Isn’t it obvious?” Sephiroth hooked his arm under Vincent’s hips and pulled, bringing him up on his knees. “I want to fuck you.”

“Again? Right now?” Vincent felt two long fingers slide down the seam of his ass. He shivered hard. “Couldn’t you wait ‘til tomorrow, or something?” Couldn’t he wait until Vincent had at least had a bath? He stank of sour sweat, and spent sex.

“What for? We don’t actually need recovery time. It’s not as if either of us is human.”

Vincent flinched. Blood and hell, there was no need to rub it in! The fingers pressed against Vincent’s anus, and abruptly slid in without any resistance what so ever. Vincent felt a stab of shame and winced.

The dark angel chuckled. “Oh yeah, you’re wide open now.”

Vincent bit back a mortified groan. He honestly hadn’t thought his face could get any hotter.

Sephiroth swirled his fingers around within, drawing shivers that raised the hair all over Vincent’s body. “Mmm, you’re still full, dripping in fact.”

Vincent started in shock, then grabbed the wrist gripping his hair. “Bastard!” He couldn’t get his hand at the right angle to loosen the fingers knotted in his hair. “Let go of me, I’ve had enough!”

Sephiroth tugged on Vincent’s hair giving his head a shake, and shoved Vincent’s hand back down. “Calm down. Because you’re so wet in there, this is going to feel a lot better than the last time. No friction what so ever.”

Vincent growled. “Says you.”

“Oh absolutely.” The chuckle was deep and velvety. “It’s going to feel much better for me too.” He shoved, pressing Vincent’s head down among the pillows, while leaving his ass up.

Vincent gasped and grabbed for the sheets with his right hand, the fingers of his left still didn’t want to work properly. Again, he was doing it again…!

A hot thickness pressed against his anus for only a moment then it started sliding in, and in… There was a small bit of sting but it was barely noticeable beyond the rigid heat filling him. He took in a deep breath to hide the moan threatening to escape.

Sephiroth groaned with obvious pleasure. “Oh yeah, no friction, but still snug.” His hips made contact with Vincent’s ass. “There, all in.” He dropped over Vincent’s back, setting a palm on the mattress, and nestling right between Vincent’s wings.

Vincent shuddered under him. So tight, so full, so hot, so…good. He choked on his own thoughts. Some depraved part of him was perfectly happy to be fucked – and it wasn’t his beast.

Sephiroth pressed a kiss to the back of Vincent’s neck. “Ah, your wings are back. I can’t see them, but I can definitely feel them.” The dark angel lifted a hand and trailed his fingers along the folds of Vincent’s left wing. “No feathers.” He traced the delicately arching bones. “Not like mine at all. You have the elbow that folds down and then up like mine, but it ends in five long bones jointed together. Mine only has one. Yours feels like its built like an arm, ending in a hand.” His palm slid down Vincent’s left shoulder exploring the tightly folded wing. “How do you get them to fold up so small? They reach your ass, but barely extend past the width of your shoulders.”

Vincent shivered and writhed. No one had ever touched his wings before. But then, no one knew they were there. “Damn it, stop touching them!”

The dark angel chuckled, his voice dark and velvety. “Are we sensitive?”

Vincent growled and bared his teeth. “Shut up, and leave my wings alone!”  

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Sephiroth chuckled, deep and low. “Or is it that we’re getting impatient?” He rolled his hips. His cock pressed then rubbed against that spot deep in Vincent’s ass.

Hot fierce pleasure throbbed at the base of Vincent’s cock, making it drip, and then washed up Vincent’s spine delivering fine shivers. A moan escaped his throat.

Sephiroth chuckled. “I think you liked that.”

Painfully embarrassed by his body’s traitorous response, Vincent’s temper flared. “Fuck you!”

“I’d rather…” Sephiroth pulled back, withdrawing slowly. “Fuck you.” He slammed back in with a grunt, striking that delicious spot within Vincent perfectly.

Pleasure slammed Vincent so hard he cried out, and shamelessly writhed to make it last.

The dark angel stroked the side of Vincent’s throat with his long tongue. His voice purred directly into Vincent’s ear. “I’d say you definitely liked that.”

Vincent tucked his head away from that tongue, and that voice, clenching his teeth to keep from answering. He did like it. It had felt incredible, so incredible he couldn’t help but hunger for more.

Sephiroth grabbed his hair and pulled his head back up. “Oh, don’t be shy.” His tongue swept along Vincent’s jaw. “It’s only pleasure. Just enjoy it.”

Vincent turned his head as far as he could to look back at his tormentor, and spoke through his bared fangs. “I don’t want to enjoy anything with you!”

The dark angel’s green eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened. “Well, that’s just too damned bad.” He released Vincent’s hair to dig his long nails into Vincent’s shoulder. He pulled back and slammed in, hitting that exquisite spot perfectly.

Carnal delight seared Vincent in the balls, arching his spine and forcing a guttural cry from his throat.

“By the time I’m finished with you--” The dark angel rolled his hips, grinding deep. “You’ll be so addicted to me--” He reached under to grasp Vincent’s violently hard and dripping cock. “You won’t be able to think my name without getting a hard-on.” He thrust with power, then again, and again, stroking Vincent’s cock in time to his hard merciless thrusts.

Vincent shuddered and gasped under the onslaught of wave after wave of ruthless and pitiless ecstasy, very much afraid that his words were already true.

Sephiroth groaned. “Damn, you feel good.” His thrusts increased in speed and power. His hips struck Vincent’s ass with loud sharp smacks. His hand tightened on Vincent’s rigid flesh, stroking it from the very base at his balls to the edge of the flared and steadily dripping head.

Unable to resist the skillful and determined carnal assault, Vincent succumbed to his body’s ravenous hunger and shoved back against Sephiroth’s driving thrusts.

“Oh yeah…” Sephiroth groaned in obvious pleasure. “That’s much better.”

Climax rose and knotted tight in Vincent’s balls. He thrust back harder. The sound of flesh striking flesh punctuated his gasping cries. He was almost there.

“Enough.” Sephiroth closed both arms tight around Vincent and pushed forcing him down onto the sheets. “Enough, Vincent.”

“No! Don’t stop!” Vincent snarled in frustration and fought the arms that held him, too far gone to even consider what he was saying.

Sephiroth grabbed Vincent’s long black hair and jerked his head back. His lips pressed against the shell of Vincent’s delicately pointed ear. “Do you want to cum?”

Vincent stilled, torn. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t want this…this vile pleasure. But he did. Tears streaked down his cheeks and he closed his eyes. “Yes.”

Sephiroth nodded. “All right.” He released Vincent and sat up.

Vincent rose up on his knees and turned, trembling with lecherous desperation.

The dark angel spread out his wings and reclined back among the sheets, stretching out in a fine display of sleek muscle. His long mane of silver hair spilled down the sides of the round bed. He held out his hand. “Come here.”

Vincent’s heart slammed in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to escape this nightmare of carnal sin, but his body wanted nothing more than to give in to it. He crawled across the sheets to the hand offered, and took it with his right hand.

Sephiroth smiled and tugged on Vincent’s hand. “Is sex with me really so terrible?”

Vincent knelt at his tormentor’s side and looked away. His gaze locked on the rigid curve of Sephiroth’s cock, and his own cock throbbed. He wanted it, Sephiroth’s cock, back in his body. He closed his eyes and a small groan escaped. “You are the world’s greatest calamity.” He opened his eyes to look down at the carved beauty of Sephiroth’s face. His cat green eyes were dilated open, and the lips unsmiling. “Doing anything for you goes against everything I believe in.”

Sephiroth sighed. “I told you before, the man who sought the world’s end was not me. That was Jenova wearing my body.” He sighed and lifted his other hand to scrub at his eyes. “Vincent, I need you. Please, stop fighting me.”

Vincent curled his lip baring a long tooth. “Stealing someone else’s body is wrong.”

“Do you honestly think I don’t know that?” Sephiroth scowled up at Vincent. “Believe me, I know better than anyone just how wrong it truly is, but I don’t have a choice, I must live!”

“Why?” Vincent dug his nails into Sephiroth’s palm. “Why should you get to live again when others…” The sweetly smiling face of a dark-haired girl holding an armful of flowers flashed across Vincent’s memory. His heart twisted hard. “When others do not.”

Sephiroth looked up at the curving ceiling. “Just as I survived dissolution in the life-stream…” He turned to frown at Vincent. “I strongly suspect that Jenova will also find a way to survive.”

Vincent stilled. The planet-killing nightmare…again? His fingers tightened on Sephiroth’s hand. “Blood and hell, is that really possible?”

The dark angel pushed to sit up next to Vincent with his knees crossed. “I am very strong, or I would not be here now.” He turned to face Vincent. “But Jenova is stronger, or I would not have lost my body to it to begin with.”

Vincent hunched his shoulders “I can’t…” He shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”

“Believe it. There is already something moving in the life-stream that doesn’t belong, that won’t belong, and it feels far too familiar for my personal comfort.” Sephiroth cupped Vincent’s chin, forcing him to meet his cat-green gaze. “I may be your personal nightmare, but Jenova is mine. When that monstrosity rises again, I have to be there. For that I need a body, Vincent, one that can be trained in time to defeat it.”

Vincent shook his chin from Sephiroth’s palm. “We tried everything, everything…” Memories of never-ending battles slashed across his inner vision. He closed his eyes and forced it away. “And we failed.” He opened his eyes and narrowed his gaze at Sephiroth. “It took the planet itself to defeat it.”

Sephiroth smiled. “I am an extension of the life-stream, the soul of the planet, right now. That won’t change when I step into a new body. If I call, it will come.”

“The planet will come when you call?” Sour humor brought a crooked smile to Vincent’s lips. “That’s quite an ego you have there.”

Sephiroth smiled just as crookedly. “I earned every bit of it the hard way too.”

Vincent lifted his brows. “You’re saying you deserve your ego?”

“Absolutely.” Sephiroth grinned. “It’s part of my charm.”

Vincent choked on a laugh. “You have charm?”

Sephiroth stilled utterly his eyes going wide.

Vincent stilled. “What…?”

Sephiroth reached out and grabbed the back of Vincent’s head bringing their mouths together for a hard kiss.

Vincent jolted in surprise. What the…? A hot velvety tongue swept into his open mouth to stroke across his. Unholy lust arose with savage intensity. He grabbed on to Sephiroth’s broad shoulders, shamelessly sucking on the tongue that sought to tame his.

Powerful arms closed around Vincent and pulled him down.

Vincent sprawled across the broad chest under him. He pulled his mouth away, startled.

Sephiroth grabbed Vincent’s thigh and tugged it over him until Vincent straddled his hips. “Ride me.”

Vincent frowned. “What…?”

Sephiroth reached up to cup his cheek. “Take me into your body and ride me. I want to watch you cum.”

Vincent’s cheeks flushed with heat. Sephiroth wanted him to sit on him? He scowled. “I’m not a girl!”

“I never said you were!” Sephiroth grabbed Vincent’s left upper arm with one hand and pushed up on the other elbow. “You and your damned shyness.”  In one swift smooth motion, he sat up with Vincent in his lap. He closed one arm around Vincent and crossed his legs under them. “Apparently I have to teach you everything!”

Vincent shoved at Sephiroth’s arm. “This is a girl’s position!”

Sephiroth brought his face close to Vincent’s. “It’s a position where my dick goes in your ass. Get over it.” He tightened his hold around Vincent, lifting him, and reached under. “Stubborn shit…”

Vincent felt the hot brand of Sephiroth’s cock centering on his anus. “Wait…!”

“No.” The demonic angel relaxed his arm.

Vincent slid down. The broad hot length of Sephiroth’s cock surged up into him, impaling him between one breath and the next. Vincent threw back his head and shouted in sheer shock. It hadn’t actually hurt, but it had surprised the hell out of him.

Sephiroth leaned forward, tipping Vincent back against his arm. He dropped his head and captured one of Vincent’s nipples with his lips, and then his teeth. He tugged, then licked.

Bolts of erotic fire seared Vincent all the way to his balls. He gasped and grabbed onto Sephiroth’s shoulders, twisting in pure reaction. The cock in his ass shifted and pressed against something. Exquisite heat clenched in his balls. Excitement surged up his shaft and dripped. Vincent choked out a moan. He’d found the pleasure spot inside himself.

Vincent gripped Sephiroth’s broad shoulders and rocked in the dark angel’s lap, searching for it. A jolt of erotic heat flashed through him marking his success. He’d found it, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to hit it harder.

Sephiroth glanced up at him briefly, flashed a smile, then turned to seek Vincent’s other nipple with his teeth and tongue.

Vincent groaned, and pushed up a little with his knees. He dropped down and struck. Carnal pleasure burst in him deliciously, but it still wasn’t enough. He needed to go higher, and fall faster. He rose again, pushing up a little higher.

Sephiroth’s hands slid under his ass cheeks to help him rise.

Vincent was beyond caring. He just wanted to feel that hot delicious burn that would make him cum.  He dropped.

Sephiroth’s hands closed on his ass to help push him down hard.

Pleasure detonated. A hoarse shout exploded from his throat. That was it. He closed his eyes and pushed back up again with determined speed.

Sephiroth leaned back just a little, keeping one hand under Vincent’s ass to help him lift, and grunted with each drop.

Vincent dug his nails into Sephiroth’s shoulders and rode him, rising and falling at break-neck speed, impaling himself over, and over… He didn’t care how loud his moans were, he was going to cum, and cum hard…

Sephiroth closed his arms around Vincent, lifting him higher, dropping him harder, his groans joining Vincent’s.

“Vincent.”

Vincent opened his eyes.

Sephiroth’s cheeks were flushed pink, his parted lips a rosy red, and only a breath away. His green eyes had dilated wide to black orbs outlined in emerald, and they were focused on Vincent’s mouth.

Vincent didn’t think, he simply leaned forward and kissed the lips before him.

Sephiroth groaned and fell forward, pressing Vincent back down among the sheets, breaking the kiss.

Vincent gasped for breath, for sanity, for relief from the burning need gripping his balls.

Sephiroth grabbed Vincent behind the knee, down on his thigh, and shoved Vincent’s leg up high. He surged in hard, then hammered into him, striking that hot spot perfectly with each hard thrust, over, and over, and over…  

Climax rose in a screaming white hot tide. Vincent gasped out cry, after joyous cry…

A long velvety tongue, then sharp teeth pressed at the side of Vincent’s throat.

Vincent’s heart jumped in alarm. He’s going to…?

The teeth sank into his throat, swift sharp burning slices.

A small whimper was surprised out of Vincent. The sudden pain sharpened the erotic pleasure waiting to burst. Climax detonated. He fell into the rapacious inferno and screamed out his ecstasy, clawing at the broad shoulders that held him down.

Sephiroth sucked greedily while thrusting hard and fast. He stilled and moaned. The hard shaft throbbed, pumping fluid deep inside Vincent’s body.

The beast that shared Vincent’s soul rose, drank, then submerged again. Vincent barely felt its passing.

-VV-

Vincent awoke tangled among the sheets alone. Morning pinked the floating curtains in the four archways. The dark angel was gone, leaving nothing but the scent of spent passion on the sheets.

Vincent sat up and groaned. His neck ached. He’d forgotten that Sephiroth drank blood to keep his corporeal form. He lifted a hand and brushed the side of his throat. The bite had already healed over somewhat. He could feel new scars.

The rest of his body felt like it had been beaten. Sex had a habit of doing that, especially hard sex. Vincent closed his eyes, his hands fisting in the sheets. In the end, he hadn’t even tried to resist. He hadn’t wanted to resist. He’d wanted Sephiroth to fuck him until he came.

And that’s exactly what he’d done.

Vincent shoved the burning memories aside and rose to his feet. His knees trembled under him and moisture trickled down his thighs.

Vincent grabbed the sheet from off the floor and wrapped it around his hips. Bath, now… Even if he had to heat the water himself.

~ * ~

[bwicblog]

EE: Hellooo

EE: ånyone here?

JV: --ok how do we have so many nerds -n th-s group that an h - s t o r - c a l fa-re makes th-s place dead

JV: --sup ee

SA: i am alive.

SA: hello.

AC: Ø Oh, Prisma! Are you all right in the back? Ø

AC: Ø I'm busy out front, but I can get you anything in a few minutes if you want. Ø

EE: Hey JV EE: Seems like most of the people here åre gone somewhere

SA: yes. my neck hurts but otherwise I am fine. Thank you for helping me.

SA: they are at the faire in Cascara.

AC: Ø It's no problem! And yes, many of us are at the historical fair. .u. Ø

AC: Ø It's very busy! Though Emerel and Hadean's fight hasn't happened yet, that's later. Ø

AP: I'm there too.

AC: Ø ouo!!! really, Budino? Ø

AP: I've been selling what I bake.

AC: Ø Where are you? I'd love to come see you! Ø

AP: Last minute booth entry

AC: Ø Um, if you wouldn't mind that Ø

AP: Cobblestreet Alley

AP: I don't mind. I'm giving out samples, too.

AP: Apparently people buy more when they get to taste.

AC: Ø Ooh, that's a bit of a walk, but I'm sure Pheres will let me have a break in a bit. As long as Prisma's all set I'll go visit you! Ø

AC: Ø I'm glad you're getting lots of customers Ø

SA: yes, it's because they know the product isn't secretly bad.

AC: Ø Pffft Ø

SA: this is a logical advertising scheme.

AP: My product's never been bad.

AP: I taste everything myself before I send out the batch.

AC: Ø People in general won't know how delicious it is though. .u. Ø

AP: Point being. AP: Free samples.

SA: I am fine. I could watch the booth while you are gone, AC. Pheres permission or not.

AC: Ø .n. hmmm, maybe, you don't know our products very well, though! Ø

SA: but I don't want to miss Hadean's fight. I have to see who else they destroy today.

AC: Ø Some of the people here are real sticklers about knowledge, too Ø

AC: Ø Haha, I'm sure you won't miss it, it's not until later Ø

SA: I suppose that's true also... I don't know very much about clothes.

AP: Who is Hadean fighting?

AC: Ø Neither do I. .u. I sympathize Ø

AC: Ø Emerel! Or well, he's MN on here Ø

AP: Clothes are for...covering yourself, pretty much. AP: Then again, I never got into the fashion thing.

AP: Oh. Him. AP: Please tell Hadean to give him a punch to the face for me.

AC: Ø .n. but Emerel's my friend Ø

EE: ooohh, whåt do you måke?

AP: It's our thing. AP: He keeps complaining I stole his sign.

AP: I bake. Bread, cakes, pastries, you name it. AP: I have a booth set up here.

AC: Ø .u. but that's not how that works...at least not according to Kit Ø

AP: Someone should tell Emerel that, then.

AC: Ø .n. but I don't pretend to understand it very well. I...I don't want him to be mad at me Ø

AP: Honestly, he doesn't strike me as the type to get mad easy.

AP: Just something about him, you know? It's hard to explain.

AC: Ø .n. I don't want to risk it, he's always been very nice to me Ø

SA: This emerel seems to be an eternal mystery.

AP: I wouldn't call him a mystery.

AC: Ø And Pheres would never forgive me if I upset him Ø

SA: No, but they are some sort of ambiguous figure everyone knows who everyone eitehr wishes to fight or be friends with.

AP: Maidel, why don't you come down here? I've got something for you.

AC: Ø .u. uhhh, give me... Ø

AP: Don't tell him he's a figure of mystery. His head will swell ten times bigger than it is already.

AC: Ø ...five minutes! It's not very busy right now, so Pheres said I can go. Ø

SA: larger than Pheres's?

AP: Larger than Pheres'.

AC: Ø that's just his hair .u. Ø

AC: Ø easy mistake Ø

SA: Perhaps he should invest in a comb.

AC: Ø It's so poofy Ø

SA: and a straightner.

AC: Ø Noooo, his curls are so nice Ø

AC: Ø I wish mine were nice like that Ø

EE: åw, I wish I could håve gone. EE: I love cåke

AP: I'm not particularly worried about his hair. AP: As much as I am the fact that he's hard to get along with.

AC: Ø .n. oh Ø

AP: I have a bakery in Fiendcroft, outside of Hithliene. AP: You're welcome to stop by there sometime.

AC: Ø Budino makes really good bread! Ø

AP: I try.

AP: Thank you.

EE: omg!!!

EE: I'll håve to måke the trip next time I get some leåve time

EE: Fresh breåd is heåven

AP: I agree.

AP: If heaven was real, fresh bread would be where you'd find it.

SA: it's fresh treats.

AP: That is generally what bread is, yes.

SA: No. Bread is the wrong kind of treat.

SA: I mean desserts.

SA: I don't care about bread. It's bread.

AP: I make desserts.

AP: My table has plenty of chocolate on it too.

SA: but do you have tarts.

EE: Breåd cån be dessert

SA: or historically accurate treats.

AP: Apple or strawberry?

SA: neither...

SA: 😦

AP: I don't know much about history, I admit. But I did at least try to do some research.

SA: Maybe I will visit then.

AP: Please feel free.

AP: Hopefully you'll find something to your liking.

SA: Aren't you going to enjoy aything else about the faire?

AP: Probably. AP: When I run out of things to sell.

AP: It's really the only reason I'm here, though. AP: I'm not that interested in anything else at the faire.

EE: Whåt else is there to do?

AP: Socialize. Eat. Buy. That's about it.

AP: Not much point to it. The setting is the only difference to any other faire.

SA: there' so many things to look at, though. Surely they aren't all the same?

SA: We would never have something like this in Provenance.

SA: And everyone is in costumes.

SA: or.

SA: Hadean and Pheres are in costumes.

AP: I suppose I'm not very daring. It just doesn't hold much interest to me, I guess? AP: The music is nice, at least.

SA: I love the sound of greensleeves playing on an endless loop.

AP: The musician is actually very good. I give props to her.

AP: How is the faire on your end?

VV: ♚ ~Evening all~

AP: Hello.

VV: : ♚ ~mmm I'll have to acquire a little contacts book soon. There's always a fresh face or two or more anytime I come into here. How excruciatingly exciting!

AP: If you say so.

VV: : ♚ ~Oh and I do! I do say so. Here let's get the delightful introductions out of the way, darling jade. Perdia Averic, pleased to make your acquaintince, and you....?

AP: Budino.

AP: Don't call me darling, please.

AP: I just met you and that's very personal sounding.

SA: Oh, the little princess is back.

VV: ♚ ~Very well, Budino since you asked so kindly! VV: ♚ ~Ooooh! My favourite mustard hued friend is here. ❤

AP: Mustard hued.

AP: Somehow that just brings up weird mental images.

SA: I don't necessarily appreciate mustard hued. I would like at least a honey, little princess.

SA: It is rather strange.

VV: ♚ ~ Weird images? Dijon is rather high class in terms of condiments but if you prefer honey, then honey it is.......honey mustard

AP: Why not saffron?

AP: It's rare depending on where you are, expensive, and yellow.

AP: It's a much nicer thing than mustard.

SA: What makes me so mustardy...

SA: Yes, but I am less of a saffron. in all honesty, I am more of a chartreuse.

SA: but most chat clients don't accomodate for that. so.

SA: Here am, with the least apalling version of my color.

AP: Sounds fancy.

VV: ♚ ~It does sound appealingly fancy!

VV: : ♚ ~Very well Honeycomb prince, we'll shed your mustardy name then.

VV: ♚ ~ I feel you're smart enough to not lie about your hue so I'll believe it.

SA: I can show you a selfie, if you would prefer that.

SA: My scelera are the same color as my blood, so there is no way to hide them.

SA: 😃

VV: ♚ ~ I would! I've shared photos here before, so we can do a trade even if you desire.

SA has shared SelfiePart2.png

AP: What happened with your eyes?

AP: Psionics that don't turn off or?

SA: No, it is a completely natural cosmetic differentiation.

SA: I have met other trolls with the same thing, but they are oftentimes from the north or east.

SA: Not the south, like I am.

SA: Or the approximate south, I assume.

SA: I prefer honeycomb prince much more, thank you.

VV: ♚ ~Ah! Someone actually deserving of such a title too, I must admit you aren't horrendous to look at quite the opposite really !

VV: Friendly and a charmer, such a rarity 😦

VV: ♚ ~ Budino, since you brought up hue related....alterations, mm there's a better word for that but no matter, since you brought it up, are you perhaps, one of those incredibly pale jades or do you still happen to not glow like a star?

AP: Drinkers don't exist, Perdia.

AP: It's myth.

AP: And you shouldn't believe everything you hear.

SA: 😊

SA: You are very polite yourself, little princess. I am happy to meet someone so composed.

SA: Rainbow drinkers might exist. It is as believable as a psion being able to lift a skyscraper, or change a city.

SA: I think it's a perfectly acceptable notion, if romantic.

AP: No, they don't.

AP: I know my own caste.

AP: The only dead that walk are covered in mushrooms or what have you.

VV: ♚ ~ Mmm I don't believe you.

SA: they are called cordycepus, sometimes.

AP: You say that like I'm trying to lie to you. AP: But whatever.

AP: Don't believe me. I don't really care either way.

VV: : ♚ ~Are you simply being secretive, maybe, Budino?

AP: You don't matter much in the grand course of my life, after all.

VV: ♚ ~I suppose that's true. Just as it may be true there aren't Drinkers, at least...you wouldn't be one I guess. They're lovely with skin like porceline. Something to be jealous of and write amazing romance novels of but, why would anyone write of a jade who's so crude and uncaring?

VV: ♚ ~Let alone read it I guess! Hehe

AP: Trust me, I'd love to be dead. But unfortunately, that's not in the cards yet, apparently. AP: I'd rather they didn't write about me anyway. There's nothing to say.

AP: He made bread and wrangled a barkfiend. Nothing interesting happened. The end.

VV: ♚ ~Something of a sticky note rather than a novel, yes?

AP: More like AP: A napkin

SA: mistake.

VV: ♚ ~What sort of napkin do you think? A diner or, perhaps one of a fast foodery?

AP: Perfect.

SA: many people find the idea of someone being cruel but able to win over to be a romantic notion.

SA: rainbow drinker literature is like that.

SA: they are mystical and vicious and alluring with a predatorial and authoritive quality over most trolls.

SA: but it's boring as a psion. they are inferior.

SA: If you feel your life is such a tale written on a mcdonald's napkin, perhaps you should do something about it instead.

VV: ♚ ~Oh but there's plenty of militaristic novels. I may not partake in such trashy readings but there are others I know that partake in reading Helmsmen romanticized books!

VV: ♚ ~Psion romanticism is just bubbling under the surface waiting to take the market of literature, Honey prince.

AP: Wish fulfillment sells.

SA: If only that were the case, perhaps I would have a quadrant by now

SA: there is an aspect of forbidden love to psions. They are doomed and property.

SA: and yet.

SA: also, what AP said.

SA: What do you read, little princess.

VV: ♚ ~Unfortunatley a busy schedule such as mine doesn't lend much time for such leisure! Primarily messages I guess haha!

VV: ♚ ~ You could always write your own wish fulfillment novel Budino, maybe you'd be promoted from Napkin in the bin, to say....paper liner on a table with crayons.

SA: I think that is a worse fate than the napkin in the bin. getting bulges draw on oneself is not the picture of success.

AP: I wouldn't recommend quandants AP: It never ends well

VV: ♚ ~ Or it ends wonderfully.

AP: No AP: It doesn't

SA: someone is very bitter.

SA: and very bad at hiding it.

VV: ♚ ~Correct. Once can almost find undertones of sour in the bitter .

AP: Well, I could say plenty of things about your undertones, Perdia. AP: But I'm not that rude.

VV: ♚ ~ Obviously you can't say much if after all these sweeps you can't say a damned thing about your own life.

SA: 🐱 🥊 🐱

AP: Fitting face...things.

VV: ♚ ~"things"....

VV: ♚ ~ Pardon me for a moment.

AP: Things.

VV: ♚ ~ I've returned and I hope you've managed to do a simple internet search for what those are called otherwise I'll have to excuse myself again.

AP: Things.

VV: ♚ ~......Budino, how old are you exactly?

AP: I could ask you the same.

SA: the pinnacle of retorts.

SA: are you proud of that one?

SA: you will need more than that to usurp me as the king of snark.

AP: ...The king of snark?

AP: I wasn't aware I was competing for the title.

AP: Do I have to wear neutral colors for this one

SA: You opened your mouth and tried to get clever.

AP: I guess I'm competing for a previously unknown title, then.

AP: Well then.

VV: ♚ ~ I didn't even think you were close to being in the running.

VV: ♚ ~Also it's incredibly rude to ask a lady her age, and the only ones that even do such a thing tend to be.....rather uncouth so actually yes that seems fitting for you.

SA: 😃

AP: And it's also rude to make demands of a stranger.

SA: we're going to go in circles with this. 🙃

AP: Yes.

VV: ♚ ~Oops! I hadn't noticed I'm not paying too much attention actually, hehe

SA: please don't leave me.

VV: ♚ ~Do I entertain you that much? Or is the lack of stimulating conversation from this non-drinker wearing on you?

SA: No, I am just very bored.

SA: And I like company.

AP: I've never been called a non-drinker as an insult before. AP: I don't know how I feel about this.

SA: yes, you are a typical, average troll, with no ability of note or life of interest.

SA: Like almost all of us.

SA: I don't know whose side i'm on anymore.

SA: I enjoy this orange drink, however.

AP: Is it the fizzy one?

SA: yes.

SA: You are the grape one.

AP: The red one is better, honestly.

SA: little princess is the strawberry one.

AP: It tastes more like cherries.

SA: the best.

AP: I hear they're making a lemon fizz, though.

SA: a mistake

AP: Honestly, that sounds like organ disintegration waiting to happen.

AP: You just drink it down and...everything melts.

SA: there is a melon flavored powerade and that's all i need to know that this planet must be destroyed.

AP: Goodbye world

AP: May you never again taint the universe with melon powerade.

VV: ♚ ~Thats....atrocious.

AP: And that is why this planet must be destroyed

VV: ♚ ~I'd agree but I do have some plans before that happens. I've worked rather hard to get some business in order and finished up practice for a show! I'd hate to have the world end and ruin all my hard work....

VV: ♚ ~ We'll have to reschedule the destruction

AP: No

AP: It cannot be rescheduled

AP: Your show is cancelled

SA: it can be rescheduled for little princess.

SA: but only her highness.

AP: But how do we know she's the real princess

AP: And not an imposter

VV: ♚ ~My, my well I'd think a psionic, if anyone, of course would be able to put destruction on hold.

VV: ♚ ~Imposter? You wound me so...And I fear for damage to your skull if you are mistaking someone as lovely but also rosey hued as I to be an heiress.

VV: ♚ ~ For you I truly hope drinkers are real, our time together can't be cut so short Budino 😦

VV: ♚ ~ We haven't even promoted you to soiled linens yet for your life novel!

AP: No, I'm quite fine with our time together being cut short AP: I'm too busy being blinded by your imposter crowns

VV: ♚ ~ They are rather dazzling aren't they...?

VV: ♚ ~ Would you like one?

AP: Anything to fix my pan damage

VV: Very well I'll drop this one just for you, generosity is a hobby one should dabble in occasionally!

AP: I am honored, your highness

VV: ♚ ~Aw so you can be sweet! I knew it was in there somewhere. It simply needs some bribery and a touch of planetary disaster on the horizon. Tell me Budino, are you political at all? You'd be rather good at it I think.

AP: My first political act is to reschedule planetary disaster

SA: is generosity a hobby or a trait...

SA: i think to dabble in it is too easy.

VV: ♚ ~ Is that so, dear honeycomb?

SA: No, I am rescheduling certain disaster.

SA: stop trying to usurp my one responsibility.

SA: I do not appreciate this.

SA: i think the crowns are cute.

AP: Certain disaster is now rescheduled

AP: I'm the royal politician here

VV: ♚ ~ If you play nicely with Budino's new plan to reschedule planetary disaster perhaps you could get one as well.

VV: ♚ ~ There's truly no other way without resorting to some violent means to usurp the royal position yourself after all...

AP: I also schedule SA in such a way that he misses the date of our duel AP: Thereby rendering me the winner by default

VV: ♚ ~ How underhanded! But clever! I'd of course have gone about it differently but the effort and use of your hues new power is nice.

AP: I wear this badge with pride

SA: I will murder you with ease.

AP: Not when you miss the duel you won't

VV: ♚ ~ My fair maiden heart can't handle such intensity ...

SA: your fair maiden heart has already chosen AP as your champion, as you are pleased to see him using dishonest and unhonorable means of winning the duel.

SA: You are no longer my little princess.

SA: Hadean is my new little prince.

VV: ♚ ~ Ah--

VV: ♚ ~ I could almost weep...You would me my prince....

VV: ♚ ~ I hadn't chosen a champion I simply was commending him-- I see you're the jealous type however oh no

SA: You didn't even slap them on the wrist....

SA: yes. Very jealous. My little princess must be mine and mine alone.

SA: clearly.

AP: Well this isn't turning into an unfortunate anime

VV: ♚ ~Very well then it is so! Whisk me away now before the royal Jade's rescheduled planetary destruction occurs! hehe

VV: ♚ ~ I believe you mean highest rating Novella

SA sends kisskissthisisfuckingridiculous.png

AP: AP sent Iseethatandraiseyouthis.png

SA: my princess already said her heart was mine, how dare you.

SA: put your hand down before i slap it.

AP: AP Sent Talktothehand.png

SA: 😡

AP: Hmph

VV: ♚ ~Perhaps you two should schedule another duel, oh goodness.

SA: why, so you can cheat on me again... i think not.

AP: The only weapon allowed is the white glove

SA: oh so it's a sissy fight.

SA: I see.

AP: Hell if I know AP: I just saw some guy hitting another guy with a white glove earlier

SA: if there is no blood it is not a real duel.

VV: ♚ ~ I am not one to cheat I promise you my honeycomb prince. Fret not. I'm a proper lady after all~

VV: ♚ ~So brutish! Yet admirable. 😲

SA: 🤺

VV: ♚ ~ For traditional standards of our species at least

AP: Hold on let me look through this emotional dictionary

SA: it's a fencer.

AP: 🗡

AP: ...That was not what I wanted but I'll take it

SA: 🔫

VV: ♚ ~ !!

SA: put them up.

SA: I will not be trifled with.

SA: 🔫

AP: ☠

SA: victory

AP: 🦈

AP: This is kind of...fun

AP: I'm not used to that

SA: your edge is showing again.

AP: 🐺

AP: 🐹

AP: I can't believe I ignored this dictionary

SA: little princess 💍

SA: emojis are wonderful.

SA: sometimes i can't find words, and they are very useful.

AP: 🌹

VV: ♚ ~ !!! oh my

VV: ♚ ~ My poor delicate heart can't possibly pump so much to such a rouged face! VV: ♚ ~ A virtual glittering stone for me from a prince. What a delightful night of deathly duels.

AP: 💠 I too offer diamonds your highness

VV: ♚ ~ I accept but on different emotional terms from Prisma's as it wouldn't be polite to upset the duel winner.

AP: But does his diamond have a dot inside

VV:♚ ~ Not inside but outside for wearability!

VV: ♚ ~ Which I would bet is rather important as a feature

AP: It looks like I've lost AP: I must resign in shame from my post

AP: I will exile myself to the furthest reachers of the galaxy

AP: Where I may yet locate my ancestor who has become unexpectedly evil

VV: ♚ ~ I'll have to wish you both a good light then with that turn of events! I'd say it's for beauty rest but I'd be silly use rest for such a thing considering how I already am~ VV: ♚ ~ Good light exiled Budino and Honeycomb Prince.

SA: I apologize, I had to free myself from the booth.

SA: good light, little princess.

AP: See you around your highness

AP: Or I won't because I'm in exile

AP: But goodbye in spirit

SA: I need to go find the others, AP. I'm sorry I can't stay.

SA: until next time 🤺

AP: ☘ I tried to use shame but accept this nice leaf instead. Since shame isn't there

AP: See ya

SA: (shamrock)

AP: (It's a very nice leaf)

[ookamikasumi-fanfics]

Diabolic 3

Summary: Vincent Valentine is kidnapped by the ghost of Sephiroth for a very personal mission. 

(S/VV- After AC) COMPLETE

All characters property of Square Enix. This story was written for the intent of Personal enjoyment. No money was made from this work.

Warning! Rated NC-17: hard-core Yaoi content, adult language, mild violence, non-con seduction

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Three ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun climbed higher and the shadows thinned. Vincent was forced to look for shelter from the brightening sunlight, but he wasn’t about to return to the gazebo. Flitting from shadow to shadow, he investigated the vine-coated empty buildings looking for a room without windows, while his thoughts churned looking for a solution to his dilemma.

In one of the smaller buildings he found a stair leading down to a small windowless cellar. It was cool and dry with no trace of rodents. He sat down in the darkest corner facing the stairs with his knees up and his back against the wall.

No matter how he scoured his mind, he couldn’t think of a way out of his…mission. He was trapped. If Sephiroth chose to invoke that name while he was with Cloud and company, or worse, in a completely defenseless town, the destruction he could cause was too monstrous to think about.

The only loophole he could find in the demonic angel’s plan was that he wanted someone of his original bloodline. He knew for a fact that Sephiroth had no direct siblings, and he was pretty sure he’d never succeeded in fathering any children. Hojo might still have another one of his clones sealed in a tank somewhere, but Sephiroth had said that he didn’t want anyone Jenova tainted either. This also ruled out Cloud, thank Gaia for minor miracles.

Vincent smiled sourly. Perhaps Sephiroth had defeated himself in his own request? With that comforting thought, he slid into sleep.

-VV-

Vincent’s unquiet soul awoke and uncoiled within the sleeping body it inhabited. Food was near and it was very, very hungry.

-VV-

Vincent awoke standing in the doorway of the abandoned building. The night was ablaze with the descending curtains of a bright green aurora. A life-stream flow was spilling across the island coating the trees and flowers with the ethereal glow of life itself.

Vincent tottered out onto the grass and into the green light. His skin warmed deliciously under the fall of raw power. His body ravenously drank in the elemental energy until his blood sang with fire. His tense muscle relaxed all at once and his knees gave out. He sprawled on his back under the glowing curtains of aetheric life. It was so pure, so strong… His sight slipped out of focus, everything melding into a bright green haze. His thoughts scattered.

A long cool winged shadow spilled across him. “There you are.” The shadow knelt at Vincent’s side. “Vincent?”

Vincent blinked. The pale handsome face leaning so close to his was difficult to focus on through the emerald glare, but it was clearly frowning.

“Your eyes… They’re glowing green.” The frown deepened. “No, they’re merely dilated all the way open and reflecting the light.” A cool hand brushed his brow. “Vincent can you hear me?”

Vincent could hear him just fine, but his thoughts simply wouldn’t hold together long enough to form a reply.

The shadow snorted. “I thought this might happen.” He leaned down and slid his arms under Vincent’s limp body. “At night, the island drifts close to the life-steam. At this elevation, the flow here is far richer than what you are used to.” He rose from his knees and stood, lifting Vincent without effort. “I suppose I could have warned you about the possibility of power intoxication.” The shadow chuckled. “But why waste such a perfect opportunity?” The chuckle deepened into a rich rolling laugh. He strode forth with Vincent curled in his embrace, too dazed to make even the smallest protest.

-VV-

The tide of green power humming in Vincent’s blood was supplanted by a purely physical tide rising to engulf it – ecstasy. The green haze ebbed back, allowing his mind to surface. His gaze focused on the familiar arching ceiling above him, but his body was focused on something else entirely.

Hot wet suction was being voraciously applied to his dick.

Vincent shuddered in shock. His toes curled and his back arched in pure reflex. A deep guttural moan escaped his throat. His right hand clutched silk. Only it wasn’t silk, it was hair; long silver hair attached to the naked form of a winged man sprawled face first between Vincent’s raised knees. A hot hand held his risen flesh firmly for the hotter mouth that descended and rose on it.

Sephiroth was sucking his dick? He blinked to clear his vision, but it remained unchanged. A hot tongue lashed along the bottom of his shaft. His balls tightened and he gasped. The dark angel was not only sucking his dick, he was doing a damn fine job of it too.

The pleasure slammed him hard. He knew damned well that he should shove the man away from him, should attack, should escape, should do something…but he just couldn’t make himself do anything at all. Pain was something he’d long become accustomed to, but it had been so long since he’d felt physical pleasure, he was quite literally held captive by the sensations inundating his body. His heels dug into the gold sheets and he bucked into the hot mouth that held him. He was going to cum, really soon.  

The mouth pulled away only to be replaced by a wriggling tongue that focused on lashing across the engorged and very sensitive head of his cock. The sensation was so intense it practically burned.

Vincent threw his head back and a small cry escaped his lips.  

The tongue slowed to long languorous swipes. “Ah, so we have finally regained our senses.” The elegant head lifted, dragging a hot pink tongue along the length of Vincent shaft. The glowing green eyes were creased with humor under sardonically arched silver brows.

Vincent shuddered. His cheeks heated and his temper flared. “I’m surprised you didn’t just do me while I was out of it.”

“I considered it.” Sephiroth’s rose up on his hands and his lips curved in an insufferably satisfied smirk. “But I decided that I wanted you awake and attentive when I took you.” He slowly moved up Vincent’s body. Sleek muscle rippling under smooth pale skin slid between Vincent’s upraised and trembling knees. “I wanted you fully aware of exactly what was being done to you, and precisely who was doing it.”

Vincent stiffened. “You’re a sadistic bastard, you know that?”

Poised over Vincent’s body, Sephiroth’s green-gold gaze focused on Vincent’s. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He descended slowly, unbearably slowly, until his lips brushed Vincent’s nipple.

Vincent trembled, agonizing between anticipation and terror.

A long pink tongue flicked out and lapped, swift and hard.

Vincent’s nipple tightened deliciously and rose to a hard swollen point. He couldn’t help but gasp. His grip tightened in Sephiroth’s long silver hair, and he hated himself for it.

The dark angel moaned softly in appreciation, then bit down on the rigid flesh with his flat front teeth, his green gaze narrowing.

A bolt of fierce pleasure bloomed in Vincent’s nipple and speared straight down to his painfully hard dick, making it jump. His belly muscles clenched and he curled up, grabbing onto Sephiroth’s head with a guttural moan.

The dark angel wrapped an arm around Vincent’s waist and proceeded to suck hard and noisily on the captured nipple encouraging Vincent’s gasps. He reached up with his other hand and plucked at Vincent’s other nipple with his long nails, forcing it to burning erection.

It was too much. Vincent threw himself back against the pillows moaning.

Sephiroth followed him down to take Vincent’s open mouth. His tongue surged in to engage Vincent in a ferocious and breath-stealing kiss. His arm tight around Vincent, he writhed atop the smaller man, belly against belly, chest to chest, his rigid erection sliding along Vincent’s.

Vincent wallowed in the decadent pleasure of skin against skin, tongue against tongue. He arched, pressing up against the cock cradled between his thighs, and moaned, begging for more, begging for release. Guilt battled selfish lust. He shouldn’t want this, but he did. Blood and hell he wanted it.

Sephiroth raised his head, releasing Vincent from his kiss. He sat back on his knees and smiled with lips reddened from Vincent’s kisses. With slow deliberation, he licked his index and middle fingers.

Vincent froze in alarm, then pushed up on his elbows. “What…?”

The dark angel dug his fingers into Vincent’s hip holding him in place. “You want to cum, do you not?” He sucked on his two middle fingers until they dripped with saliva.

Vincent frowned. He did, but…

“So do I.” He lowered his wet hand, and reached under Vincent’s lifted leg to brush against the curve of his ass. “In you.”  

Terror washed through Vincent. “No!” He twisted hard to get away.

Sephiroth chuckled and used Vincent’s momentum to flip him onto his belly. “Yes.”

Vincent grabbed for the sheets but they were too loose to do any good. He couldn’t kick out, Sephiroth was already between his spread thighs.

A powerful arm slid under his hips, lifting them from the mattress, forcing him up onto his splayed knees. Wet fingers slid between his ass cheeks. Fingers pressed against the tight rose of his anus.

Vincent gasped in shock and twisted to look back.

The dark angel’s gaze was focused on his ass. “Push out hard, or this is going to hurt.” His gaze shifted to Vincent’s face and he grinned. “Unless of course you like this kind of pain?” He pressed.

The pressure against his anus was firm, but insistent. Vincent resisted the invasion instinctively. Very quickly it became a sharp ache that threatened to become real pain. “I cant…!”

“You can. Push out against me and the pain will stop.”

Vincent shuddered and shook his head. “I can’t…!”

The arm around his waist pulled away and a hard slap smacked sharply against Vincent’s ass. “Push out!”

Vincent gasped in surprise and his body automatically relaxed. The finger slid in. He trembled with the shock of being penetrated.

The arm returned around his hips and the finger forged deeper.

His body constricted, closing tight around the invading digit. And it hurt --a lot. He bowed up, gripping the sheets, and choked back a groan. He was more than used to pain, but this was a completely different kind. It was far more…intimate.

Sephiroth snarled. “I said push out, you stubborn shit!”

Out of options, Vincent pushed out. The pain immediately retreated. He dropped down on his elbows among the sheets and a groan of relief escaped his throat.

“Much better.” The finger within swirled all the way around, trailing not unpleasant tingles that developed into shivers. “Now where is that…?” The finger pressed down against something.

A brutal wave of pleasure seared right up the back of Vincent’s skull making the hairs rise all over his body. His cock jumped in eagerness and liquid slid up his shaft and dribbled. He choked out a groan. It had damned near felt like an orgasm. He’d never felt anything like it.

“Ah, there it is.” Sephiroth chuckled. He pressed again.

Severe delight burned all the way up Vincent’s spine and then spilled through his cock, making it drip again. He gasped out a small guttural moan and shoved back, looking for more.

The dark angel obliged, stroking deeper. He added a finger while he was at it, increasing the pressure, and the intensifying the pleasure.

Vincent groaned and rocked back against the fingers pumping within him, mindless with need to feel more of that unusual intense pleasure, so unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was going to make him cum…    

Sephiroth chuckled. “Such a greedy boy.” He pulled his fingers free.

Trembling hard, Vincent clutched the sheets with his right hand and bit back a whimper. Damn it! He was so close! Shameful as it was, he seriously considered demanding them put back in.

“Vincent.”

Vincent turned to look over his shoulder.

Sephiroth was pouring some kind of viscous oil on his hand from a white plastic squeeze bottle. The cat-slits in his eyes had widened to dark pits, and his cheeks were flushed a delicate pink. Smiling, he thumbed the lid closed with a snap and tossed it on the blankets. “Lay down on your back.” He reached down and smeared the thick oil up his heavy erection, and then down.

Vincent rose up on his knees and whirled to face his personal demon. Sephiroth was greasing his dick. That could only mean one thing. He swallowed hard. He could run…?

Sephiroth licked his lips. “If you run, you won’t get very far.” He stared pointedly down at Vincent’s rather painful hard-on.

Vincent felt the heat fill his cheeks. “I don’t want your dick up my ass.”

Sephiroth lifted a sliver brow and the corner of his mouth kicked up. “Oh? You didn’t seem to mind my fingers one bit.”

Vincent wrapped his arms around his waist and looked away. He couldn’t think of a thing to say.

“Vincent…” Sephiroth leaned forward on his hands, moving closer. “You can’t run away from your own desires. Just accept them.”

Vincent bared his long teeth at his tormentor. “I didn’t have these desires before!”

“Didn’t you?” The dark angel smiled and reached out to grasp Vincent’s upraised knees. “You can’t lie to me. You can’t lie at all. You never could.” He tugged and Vincent’s knees parted. “You may have learned to hold your tongue, but that doesn’t change the fact that when you respond to a direct question you will always answer with the truth.” He moved forward, sliding between Vincent’s knees his hands framing Vincent’s body. “You have always been truthful. You will always be truthful.”

Vincent fell back among the sheets, powerless to stop his own trembling submission.

Sephiroth rose over him his lips curved in a smile that held far too many long teeth. “You’ve lusted for me since the first moment you saw me in the tank across from yours. I knew it then, I know it now.”

Vincent looked away, scowling. “I do not lust after children.”

“I’m not a child anymore.”

Vincent glanced at him. No, this was no child.

“You want me.” Sephiroth leaned down, his belly and his erection brushing against Vincent. The heat of his body rolled across Vincent’s skin. “Admit it.”

Vincent shuddered and bit down on his lip. He did. Gaia help him, he did want him. He was shaking with want for this demonic creature, but he was the enemy. Vincent turned away.

Sephiroth grabbed his chin and snarled in his face. “Say it, damn you!”

Vincent snarled right back. “I won’t!”

Sephiroth lunged forward, his fingers digging in to Vincent’s shoulders, shoving him down to take Vincent’s mouth in a brutal kiss.

Vincent couldn’t help but parry the tongue invading his mouth.

Sephiroth pulled back and licked his lips. “Fine. If I can’t get the words out of your mouth…” He caught Vincent around the thigh and pushed, forcing the knee up high. “I’ll fuck them out of your body.” He reached back to grasp his own cock.

Vincent jerked. “What…?” He shifted to move away but Sephiroth was already between his legs. Something thick and hot pressed against his anus, and shoved, hard. Vincent tensed against the invasion. The pain was sharp and immediate. A gasp was torn from his throat.

Sephiroth leaned over him scowling, his cheeks flagged with deep pink. “Push out, you stubborn bastard!” He pushed Vincent’s knee higher and shoved harder.

Vincent arched his back and pushed out, just to stop the pain. His body opened. A hard, hot, and thick weight entered his ass, and forged deep. A low guttural cry escaped his throat.

Sephiroth propped both arms under Vincent’s legs, shoving them forward as he leaned into the man under him. His eyes closed and he groaned. “So fucking tight!”

Vincent grabbed the sheets under him, groaning with the rigid weight of the cock spreading and filling his ass.

Staring straight into Vincent’s eyes, the dark angel licked his lips. “Whether you choose to admit it, your body is mine, and we both know it.” He arched, pulling his cock back, then flexed surging back in hard enough to slap sharply against Vincent’s ass.

Vincent gasped more from surprise than pain. The fullness was far from comfortable, but it wasn’t unendurable. It was however, painfully mortifying.

Sephiroth rolled his hips and struck against something deep in Vincent’s ass.

Pleasure pressed hard behind Vincent’s balls and jolted him all the way up the back of his skull. Vincent shuddered hard and cried out.

The dark angel grinned. “Oh yeah, I got it now.” He thrust again, only this time he made sure to strike that spot in passing.

Cruel delight speared through Vincent and he cried out again, completely unable to stop himself.

Grunting, the dark angel took him, and took him, with long fierce strokes. Each thrust struck in passing that violently delicious place, hammering the cries from Vincent’s throat.

The pleasure intensified within Vincent, building toward a ferocious crescendo that threatened to swallow him whole. He reached up and clutched at Sephiroth’s shoulders, hanging on for no reason that he could name. Tears streaked down his cheeks. He couldn’t stop them any more than he could stop his hoarse cries.

“Yes.” The midnight velvet voice brushed against Vincent’s ear. “That’s it.” He groaned. “Show me how much you want me.” He reached down, between their bodies to grasp Vincent’s cock, and stroked in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me, Vincent.” His hand was hard and merciless. “Cum now.”

Vincent couldn’t hold out against the voice, the hands, or the shaft pumping into him. Climax exploded, wringing a howl from his throat. He shuddered under the onslaught of searing delight that blazed through him and out of him, spattering both their bellies with jets of hot thick fluid.

The dark angel flashed a grin, closed his eyes, thrust, thrust again, shuddered, and sighed.

Vincent gasped for breath, his mind washed clean of every thought, and yet there was no mistaking the cock flexing within him, filling him with another man’s cum.

The beast sharing Vincent’s soul stirred. Black streaks appeared all along Vincent’s skin. Vincent’s third eye opened showing Sephiroth in shades of iridescence with a blood-purple halo and blue-violet wings.

The beast inhaled, savoring the orgasmic life-force pumping into its body. It didn’t care that Vincent had been taken by another man. It only cared that orgasm had been achieved and food had been delivered.

Vincent arched and moaned. Energy blazed through him, revitalizing the wings that had been dormant against his back. His left hand burned with vibrancy, blackening the edges of the wrappings.

Sated, the beast slipped back under, and the jagged stripes disappeared leaving Vincent pale and shaken among the sheets with cum spattered all over his belly and between his thighs.

Vincent rolled onto his side trembling with spent passion.

Arms closed around him from behind, pulling him back against a warm chest. “Sleep, Vincent.” The sheet was drawn up and a kiss was pressed to his shoulder. “Don’t think about it, just go to sleep.”

Vincent closed his eyes but there was no escaping his thoughts. He had been well and truly fucked. And he’d enjoyed it.

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