#serve god love me and mend

[verstappensrealwife]

Reclaiming Lost Love - Fernando Alonso x Reader

Angst to fluff

Approx. 1100 words

warnings: idk xoxoxo

based on this request

fernando alonso masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

The rift between you and Fernando had deepened, a chasm of conflicting desires. He yearned for the sun-drenched shores of a Mediterranean paradise, while you clung to the damp embrace of your homeland, England. Endless debates turned into heated arguments, each word another brick in the wall dividing your once inseparable bond.

One frosty morning, the silence between you became too heavy to bear. You made the agonizing decision to leave, to escape the suffocating grip of disagreement. With a heavy heart, you departed his Spanish abode, leaving behind shattered dreams and a hollow ache.

In the solitude of his home, Fernando's world crumbled around him. The vibrant hues of Spain paled in comparison to the vibrant memories of your laughter echoing through its corridors. The warmth of the Mediterranean sun felt cold against the emptiness in his soul.

As the bleak days of January dragged on, Fernando tried to piece together fragments of his shattered heart. But with February's arrival came a cruel reminder of what he had lost. Valentine's month, a time meant for love, mocked him with its saccharine sweetness.

Determined to mend what was broken, Fernando rehearsed his plea in the mirror, his reflection a ghost of the man he once was. "Go to dinner with me?" Each word dripped with desperation, a plea to bridge the chasm that separated you. 

Despite the bitter cold outside, Fernando's heart burned with a fervent hope as he stood outside your door, ready to lay bare his soul in a final, desperate bid for reconciliation. Flowers wilted in his trembling hands and a box of chocolates in the other, symbols of his futile attempts to win back your affections.

Just as he had steeled himself to knock on the unforgiving wood, the door swung open with a suddenness that startled even him. There you stood, framed in the doorway, your expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. He flinched at the expletive that escaped your lips, the harshness of it contrasting with the softness of your features.

"Jesus fucking Christ!-- Fernando? What are you doing here...?" Your words cut through the air like shards of ice, each syllable a painful reminder of the abyss between you.

For a moment, Fernando faltered, his rehearsed speech evaporating into thin air. He stood there, a lost soul, grappling for words that could bridge the chasm between you. Finally, he managed to croak out, "I... I came to... to beg for another chance."

His voice cracked with emotion, the weight of his longing heavy in the air. As he met your gaze, he saw the walls you had put up, the barriers that kept him at arm's length. But beneath the layers of hurt and anger, he saw something else—a flicker of something he dared to hope was still love.

Fernando's breath caught in his throat as he beheld you, a vision of ethereal beauty standing before him. Despite the passage of time and the weight of your separation, you remained as captivating as ever, a testament to the resilience of your spirit.

"God, how did you manage to get even more beautiful?" he whispered, his voice barely above a reverent breath. His gaze lingered on your parted lips, the brightness in your eyes, and the perfection of every strand of your hair. To him, you were flawless, an embodiment of all he had ever desired. "I miss you," he confessed, his voice a fragile thread woven with longing. "And- and I'd do anything for you, even if that means living here in your sad country."

You couldn't help but snort at his words, a mixture of amusement and disbelief dancing in your eyes. "Always a charmer, are you?" you teased, a hint of affection softening your tone. His shy smile in response only served to deepen the ache in your heart, reminding you of the love that still lingered between you. "I missed you too, but--" you began, your voice trailing off as uncertainty clouded your thoughts.

"Why does there have to be a but?" Fernando's voice was gentle, pleading, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.

"Because you might change your mind, Nando," you replied, the tenderness of his nickname slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

Nando. The affectionate name held a world of forgiveness, a beacon of hope in the darkness of your doubts.

"Not about this, not about you..." His words hung in the air, a promise wrapped in the warmth of his gaze. Despite the uncertainty that lingered between you, in that moment, you dared to believe him.

-

As the door clicked shut behind you, the warmth of the building enveloped you both like a comforting embrace. But while you basked in the cosy atmosphere, Fernando wasted no time in voicing his next complaint of the heat.

"God, do you ever stop?" you chuckled, watching as he aggressively shook his coat off his arms, as if trying to rid himself of the oppressive heat.

He flashed you a sheepish grin, his cheeks flushed from the sudden change in temperature. "I swear, it's like jumping from one extreme to another," he replied.

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at his antics. "Well, you wanted to experience the joys of living in England," you retorted playfully, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes. "Consider this a crash course in British weather."

You laughed, the sound filling the air with a warmth that had nothing to do with the building's heating system. 

The playful banter between you and Fernando continued as you shed your coats, the warmth of the building wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. With each shared laugh and teasing remark, the tension that had once hung between you melted away, leaving only a sense of intimacy and affection in its wake.

As Fernando flashed you a sheepish grin, his cheeks flushed from the sudden change in temperature, you couldn't help but feel a surge of fondness for the man standing before you. Despite the trials you had faced and the distance that had threatened to tear you apart, there was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

Leaning in closer, you caught the scent of his cologne, a heady mixture of sandalwood and spice that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His eyes met yours, dark and smoldering with desire, and you knew in that moment that you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in him.

[axelsagewrites]

Ned Stark*Wife

Pairing: Ned x f!wife!reader

Kinktober Day twenty-five: breeding kink with Ned Stark – there is a reason why Ned has so many children and it’s not as noble as many assume

Word count: 1145

Warnings: horny Ned, desperate Ned, really horny Ned, m!recieving oral, teasing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, smut 18+

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Ned Stark is an honourable man who serves his people and his gods to the best of his ability however his eyes were betraying him. All night he had watched as you danced around his name day feast. A southern quality of yours he usually enjoyed but tonight caused his cock to harden in his trousers. Well, that plus the sweet words you had whispered to him in his bed this morning before rushing away claiming you had ‘too much to do’.

His lords’ words fell on deaf ears since all his focus was on you tonight. When the feast began to lull, only drunken lords and giggling ladies left, Ned approached where you sat talking and giggling with friends. “Wife,” he said, his voice almost as Strained as his trousers had been all night.

“Husband,” you said, turning around giggling but your laughs fell into a knowing smirk when you saw the faint flush of his skin, “It is awfully late it not?”

“Aye,” he said, nodding to the ladies you had been sitting with, “I’m afraid I will have to steal my wife away,” he said as he helped you up from the chair and whisked you out of the hall.

“Why are you always such a little tease?” he questioned lowly in your ear, making sure no passing servants could hear.

You grinned widely, glancing over at your husband who walked very close behind you, likely to try hide the growing bulge you could feel anytime he bumped into you, “Because you like it my lord,”

The chamber door had no sooner slammed shut than your back was being pressed against it. your hands tangled in his hair while his fumbled with the strings of your dress, “I hate this thing,” he grumbled against your lips.

You laughed as you reached to unknot the ties he’d struggled with, “Liar,” you chastised, “I saw you watching me,”

He was never a wasteful man but soon he found himself ripping your dress just to get you out of. he chuckled at your gasp as his hands grabbed your hips, “Don’t worry I’m sure you can mend it,” he teased right back, giving you a taste of your own medicine as you stumbled towards the bed.

It was rare for Ned to be rough but that did not mean he was willing to wait. His hands gripped your hips tightly before throwing you back on the bed making you laugh as your back landed on the soft fabrics. Meanwhile Ned worked on pulling his tunic and undershirt over his head, tossing them in a heap somewhere with your discarded dress.

“Been thinking of this all night,” he said, his hands working on the laces of his breaches however you quickly sat up to take over. “What- “he tried to question as you pulled the fabric down, letting his already hard cock spring free.

“Relax my love,” you commanded him, taking his shaft in your hand and pumping softly making him groan, “and enjoy your gift,” you said before you began to trail kisses up his shaft. When his hand moved to rest on the back of your head you took your signal to sink your mouth down on his cock and Ned groaned loudly as your head began to bob up and down.

All the tension from the night plus the sight of his pretty wife using her pretty lips to suck him off made it hard for him not to spill down your throat. Instead, he did his best to hold back, not wishing it to be quite over yet but when he felt your hands cup his balls, he couldn’t help but pull you off his cock, enjoying the sight of spit trailing down your lips.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded in that stern tone that drove you wild and he knew it. its why he would always shoot a knowing glance your way whenever he had to use it on a lord.

You did as you were told and felt the bed dip as he positioned himself behind you, “Been thinking about this all day,” he said, running his tip along your slit making you shiver, “So have you apparently. So wet for me,” he chuckled, enjoying how your head buried into the pillow in embarrassment.

“Not gonna waste it by finishing in that sneaky mouth of yours,” he said, lining his tip up with your hole but not quite yet pushing in making your hips wiggle, desperate for the friction, “Wanna see you dripping with it,” he said before suddenly pushing in.

You gasped, gripping at the sheets as his cock began to stretch you perfectly. He went slow at first, sinking in till he was buried inside you with a low groan. Ned tried to wait a moment, allow you to adjust, but your hips moved back, and he lost all his honour.

He gripped your hips tightly, fingertips burning flesh as he began thrusting. The bed began to jolt, the wooden headboard beginning to hit off the stone wall, but the noises didn’t matter. Especially not when he could still hear the sweet moans coming from your mouth.

His hand reached around your hips, moving to rub fast circles on your clit making you clench around him. “Fuck,” he began to murmur but he wasn’t ready just yet. His other hand moved to push your back down, deepening your arch till his cock was able to hit another spot he had found many times.

As you felt him begin to pound the familiar nerves your moans became louder even as you buried your face into the pillow. A familiar tightening spread across your stomach as your peak threatened to spill only to be encouraged by your husbands’ words.

“Come on,” Ned mumbled, his thrusts becoming messy, “Let go. You know you want to,” he said, “Just c’mon and-fuck,” he gasped as he felt your body tighten and your walls clench around him again. A loud moan left your lips as you felt your peak crash over you, but the feeling just made his thrusts harder.

Curses fell from his lips as he fucked you through your peak just to hit his own. His eyes tightened, his body tensing, but his thrusts didn’t stop till he had ensured he’d fucked his seed deep inside you, enjoying the feeling of filling you up.

Ned paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he felt his cock begin to go soft. As he pulled out, he smirked briefly at the sight of you dripping before collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Are you okay my love?” he asked, reaching to his bedside drawer to pull out a fresh rag.

“Yes,” you laughed as your husband moved to clean you up, “Are you sweet husband?”

“More than okay,”

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[back2bluesidex]

Your Lips, My Lips - Apocalypse - JHS (18+)

Pairing: Demi God!Hoseok X Fem!Reader

Theme: Angst, explicit SMUT, open ending, fantasy au

Wordcount: 2.0k

Summary: You are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence?

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, loneliness, kind of philosophical, explicit sex, unprotected sex (it's a no no), it's kind of sad. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: It's my man's birthday in less than 24 hours! Yoo-hoo! *sigh* only if he knew that I exist and I love him with my everything. *another sigh* but it's okay! Jung Hoseok, I love you regardless. And I hope you are happy and healthy.

and to my precious readers. hope you guys enjoy this short babie. let me know how is it, if you want! (also if you feel this is My Demon coded then that's right. But I haven't even watched the drama lmao!)

Hoseok can’t read humans’ minds and he thinks it's a handicap. 

No matter how much he loathes the fact, he, still, is a demi-god. One prefix in his title has pushed him down in the hierarchy, taken away his right of authority, his right of serving the verdict and he hates it all. 

But what he hates the most is that he is left with this half-assed power of sensing despair in humans but is totally unable to do anything about it. 

His hand itches to right all wrongs whenever he comes across something that should not be happening, that should be mended by the gods above. On those occasions, he curses those so-called gods a little more than usual. 

What did they say? That Hoseok meddles too much in human business? Just because he saved a 5 years old from a deadly accident? That he has no right to change their fate? That he is just a lowly god that is not even worshiped? That he is to be perished into ash as soon as he changes another human's life directly or indirectly? 

Huh! As if he cares. 

He actually does. Not that he is scared of turning into scattered dust and disappearing into air, but he wants to change someone’s life before he does. 

If he is going to disappear, then he might as well do something worthy of disappearing. 

Like getting to know you, offering you with his company and changing your fate of being alone even if it’s just for a night. 

It has been 2157 years since Hoseok has descended to earth and he has been keeping receipts of every single day. 

He has come across a lot of humans and their despair but he hasn’t done anything. He held himself back and waited for that one final occasion. 

He knew that final occasion was going to be you as soon as his eyes landed upon your figure a year ago. 

That day, he walked into this dimly lit pub to enjoy a glass of whiskey that he came to love so much and to observe some humans for his own record. 

That was then, you walked in. 

More beautiful than some of the goddesses they worship, more mysterious than those unearthly creatures and you made him more intrigued than he had been for 2156 years of his time on earth.  

And also, you are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence? 

Just like any other Friday night, you are sitting in your usual spot. Tonight you have chosen Gin and Lime to be your companion. 

You look as unapproachable as ever, so much so that even Hosekok feels weak on his knees while gliding smoothly towards you. 

Your eyes are trained on your smartphone when Hoseok slips beside you and heaves a little “hey” to grab your attention. 

You look up at him, your eyes meet him and he knows he is going to be one of those very few lucky men whom you don’t ignore.  

And then you smile, an unusual, non-formalitic and genuine one, and greet him back, “hi”. 

He is astonished to find you keep smiling at him, “Do you mind if I-” 

“Not at all. I have been waiting for you to approach me for a good 10 months now.” you cut him off. 

Hoseok is astonished yet again, or maybe shocked will be a better word. He knows not everyone can notice him. He is noticeable only when he actually wants to be, for instance by being noticeable to the bartenders, so that he can enjoy his drinks. 

But he never intentionally allowed himself to be noticed by you. Or maybe he did? Because all along that’s what he actually wanted? 

“Ah really? You noticed me then?” he breathes slowly, trying not to scare you away. 

“It’s impossible not to notice someone as good-looking as you. On top of that you are a regular here and you look as lonely as I am.” you voice fades by the time your sentence ends. You punctuate it with a sigh. 

He gives you a tainted smile. It’s the first time someone has caught upon his despair too. For the first time he doesn’t feel things are terribly one-sided. For the first time he is not pitying a human but resonating with her. For the first time he feels his ending inching closer. 

“I am Hoseok, by the way.” Hoseok introduces himself while ordering his usual.

“I am Y/N” you reply. Your name rings in his ears, even though he already knew who you were and what you do, but hearing you introducing yourself to him has some weird effects on him. 

“Do you always have the same thing?” you point towards his whiskey. 

“Yeah. I’m not a great fan of alcohol.” he replies calmly. 

“Oh. then what is it, you are a fan of?” 

“Humans.” 

You laugh at it. A clear, ringing laugh that sends tingles to every corner of his body. 

“As if you are not one of us.” you say breathlessly when you are done laughing. 

“Maybe I am not.” Hoseok adds quietly. 

You look intrigued now. Your eyes are filled with a playful glint that has replaced the hazy loneliness. 

“Good then. I hate human beings, even though I am one of them. Maybe I hate myself as well? Who knows.” and within an instant, your despair is back. It is now clouding above your head. Hoseok can see it clearly and he wants to blow the smoke away. 

“Why so?” He places his question delicately. 

“They have done nothing to be loved. At least not the ones I have shared or am sharing my time with.” you sigh. “Even though I am moving on with time, moving on from people and situations, I am going nowhere. It’s as if I am stuck in an endless loop of time and things keep repeating on their own accord.”

Hoseok feels your every word deep in his bones. He has been stuck in this limbo for a long time as well. Feeling people’s pain and being able to do nothing about it is even more painful. And he can’t take it anymore. But tonight he will end it all.. 

“Do you want me to change it? Do you want me to take away your despair?” he says finally, “just answer in yes or no.” his voice feels hoarse all of a sudden. 

You sit straight. It seems as if you can tell how serious he is being. And maybe that’s why you nod a yes. 

Hoseok’s nails dig into your naked waist. His lips trail down the path of your throat, painting bruises on your skin. 

You moan his name when he bites down on the crook of your neck. He feels alive after all these years. The beating of our heart, vibrates into his own chest making him want to be a human like you, for you. 

Your fingers are tangled on his jet black hair. The delicious friction of your nails on his scalp is everything. He works his way to unclasp your bra, throws it away somewhere in your dark room and sets his eyes on your chest. 

“Beautiful. So beautiful for me.” he murmurs as he takes a nipple in his mouth. One of his hands slips into your underwear and finds your sensitive bundle of nerves while the other one massages your unoccupied breast. 

“Oh Hoseok!” you sigh in containment. 

It’s been so long since anyone has called him by his name. Things feel unreal at this point.

Hoseok drives you towards your bed and gently lays you down without breaking the contact with your skin. 

Two of his fingers play with your clit while his mouth dives down the valley of your breast, reaches your naval, and heads towards you core. 

“Hoseok! Quit foreplay! I need you inside me.” You whine while tugging at his hair. Your fingers join his inside your underwear. You take his hand out, pull it towards your mouth and suck your juices from his fingers. 

Hoseok can clearly see his end approaching. But he doesn’t regret it. 

You are warm, slippery and incredibly addicting when he enters you. His cock glides smoothly through your entrance. He thrusts with a force that will satisfy you but won’t break you, reaping out melodic moans from your mouth. 

“Fuc-fuck Hoseok! You feel so-so good! I can’t- ngh” and you cum on his godly cock.

Hoseok sees stars at this point. How can a human being be this addictive? How is he supposed to leave you behind if you keep holding him back like this? How? 

He spills inside you, ropes after ropes of cum shoots inside your pussy, some even leak out and drips down your inner thigh to your bed sheet. 

Both of you are trying to catch your breath but it’s time he ends both of your sufferings. So he climbs on your bed and hovers above your freshly fucked body. Your body glistens with a sheen of sweat, he can’t get enough of you. 

“Y/N” he calls your name and you open your eyes, look directly into his eyes and offer him a weak but genuine smile. 

“I am going to kiss you now. After the kiss, I will disappear, but so does your loneliness, you despair. I will take away the pain you suffer from.” he says in a breath. 

“Hoseok..” you murmur weakly, but before you can say anything any further, Hoseok is kissing you. He cups your face and dives into the kiss. 

The kiss is full of passion and pain, rainbow and rain.. 

Two pairs of your lips mold perfectly with each other, tasting every ounce of your mouth, your life, your soul.

But Hoseok feels it. His legs are not on your bed anymore, those have started to dissipate into air in the form of fine ash. It reaches to his torso, his chest and then his face. A single tear leaves his eyes before he fades away completely. 

And all of a sudden everything is blank. 

It’s been two weeks since you had that weirdly realistic dream. You can still remember his face, his voice but somehow his name has slipped out of your memory. As if he himself doesn’t want you to remember what he was called. 

Or is it just you? Is it because your loneliness has become way too overbearing for you now that you are making up sex scenarios with non-existent perfect men and hallucinating them everywhere? 

You should book an appointment with a therapist. You need it. 

“Excuse me, Ms. Y/N?” the voice comes from right beside you. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that the bus stop wasn't empty anymore. 

“You dropped your employee ID on the way” the voice speaks again as the man comes to stand before you. 

“Oh shoot! Thanks a lot.” you take your ID from him and look up with a smile. 

But it vanishes and you are shocked to find out that the man of your dream is standing right before you. 

The voice, too, is similar. The only difference you can find is that this guy is filled with boisterous energy, he is less dark than the man in your dream. 

“Did I scare you? You look like you have seen a ghost?” the man laughs. 

“I- I ah..” you fumble with your words, “you look like someone I knew.” you laugh back awkwardly. 

“Oh I see.” he pauses for a bit, “I am Hoseok, By the way.” he continues, extending a hand towards you. 

“Hi Hoseok. I am Y/N” You wrap your palm around his. 

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Serve God... love me

and mend ♥️

[mothiir]

romancing the lion

You are not going to be courted in any sense of the word - you think you’ll get knightly romance? Nope, you need to study your history and realise that most of the courtly romances were told to entertain and had no more bearing on actual Caliban courtship than mills and boon has on today’s dating scene. Even if they were the norm, the lion is a feral child of the wastes who believes he is quite literally gods gift. He’s not doing any of that.

instead, the first indication of his interest is going to be indistinguishable from literal kidnap. You’re a serf? Well done, you’re not serving him exclusively. You’re a noble woman? Congrats, you’re now a serf serving him exclusively. Diplomat? Guess. And try telling him no. Go on. Try it. This is a promotion you do not get to say no to.

does this mean that he is now nice to you - absolutely not of course it isn’t. He isn’t nice to anyone. He doesn’t even really have the words for the feelings he is feeling for you. This applies to him in the 30th millennium and the 41st btw. Either iteration is equally bad with emotion. The older version of him is less likely to start killing people you love so you’ve got that going for you.

the fact is that now you have his total attention and that means you get ordered about constantly because his love language is acts of service which means you will be serving. Think the princess bride but a little less wholesome. “Mend my armour. Make my food. Prepare my beard oil. Spend time with my watchers.”

At this stage you probably think he is planning to kill you. He can’t stop staring at you. Every little thing you do seems to to infuriate him. You’re not to know that this is his brand of cuteness aggression.

he will kill things for you. Like a cat dumping dead lizards on a doorstep. It’s what he’s good at and it’s how he shows affection. If you have enemies they are now dead. If you are a normal person with no mortal enemies he will just kill the biggest scariest things and ensure you see him do it. Do you feel aroused yet?

when he takes you to his bed he will be under the impression he has been incredibly obvious with his intentions and you will be completely taken aback

he is not suave. His pick up line is: “come to bed with me.” Or: “come to my chambers to see to my needs.”

he’s a virgin. War always took priority over sex for him. He will try and mount you without any prep, flipping you onto your front and clambering aboard.

he will blame you for not being open for him. For being too tight to fit him. He’s seen women give birth he knows how this works.

(he saw one woman give birth once and has extrapolated)

40th millennium him will be a little less grumpy about this but will still insist that you are doing something wrong. You will have to coax him through the business of foreplay which should be easy enough as long as you suck his dick. As soon as he realises that’s an option he’ll be happy to hold off on actually penetrating you as long as you keep licking

Will get annoyed at you for walking too slowly and carry you. There is no choice in this

basically be prepared for the most aggressive care you’ve experienced in your life - on the one hand he will yell at you for being stupid and human and frail, on the other he will carry you on his shoulder like a tame kestrel and hand feed you “because you’re too foolish to take care of yourself”

[hell-drabbles]

Raphael 1

Summary: Out of boredom, Raphael let’s you take a bite out of him. Out of boredom, Raphael accidentally discovers a new kind of ecstasy.

(Man, imagine how weird it must be to be a stray angel or demon watching Raphael get ripped apart by the Companion while enjoying every moment of it.)

What is stopping Raphael from just taking a bite out of you? It’s not as if, in the state you’re in now, you would have the consciousness to stop him from ripping you apart and stuffing you down his throat.

Your strength was, in the end, less than that of a naturally crafted angel. You could topple buildings onto him in your blind rage, but in the end, Raphael would come out unscathed. He was made by the loving hand of God, after all. Such things wouldn’t leave so much as a bruise.

But, what was he doing, under you? Why was he letting you dig your fingers into his ribs? Why was he letting you sink your teeth into his shoulder, letting you have a taste of him when no one but God should be allowed the privilege?

Perhaps it was boredom. Raphael’s tongue has long since stopped enjoying the taste of demons and angels. No different than any of the food served in Heaven. Nothing more than textures that serve to fill his stomach. He only continues because of that momentary it brings, the cries and praises that blend together in his head just by the act of taking a bite out of those people.

And, just to escape that haze of monotony, he let you pin him down. He let you ravage him in all of your angelic rage.

But his blood brings nothing. He sees it flow down the cobblestone street, hears the wet, almost plastic breaking of his ribs as you pulled him apart.

Ah, how boring. How well and truly boring.

But then you stopped, froze in place as though ice replaced your blood. You sat up and the golden dancing rings in your eyes had vanished.

All Raphael could see was the wide-eyed stare of a horrified human.

Your jaw loosened and out fell a piece of himself. It landed right on the back of his tongue, bathed in your saliva. Bathed in both your hungry angelic grace, and your horrified, clear, lucidity.

Bliss flooded over his tongue, made his throat tingle, and his body sing. He closed his mouth, chewed slowly as you shoved yourself off him. You spat out over the road as demon after demon were slaughtered by his angel army, as Raphael’s body slowly mended together.

And when he could chew no more, Raphael swallowed it down with a shivering sigh.

“Hey,” you didn’t look to him, continuing to spit his blood out, but he didn’t care all that much. He could lick it up later. “Do that again. Bite me, and feed it to me.”

You didn't hear him. You froze over once again, shivered, then slumped. And the rings in your eyes spun in all their kaleidoscope patterns. Ah, you can't hear him anymore, head filled with the leftover light of God.

Well, he can ask again later, when you're both back up in Heaven.

[kaeyahiya]

"Unrequited Enemies" (NSFW)

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Pairing: Ayato x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW/Explicit content, use of y/n if that bothers you,use of feminine parts, enemies to lovers (kinda), swearing, and mentions of marking, a little bit of angst, a little bit of smut

Disclaimer: This is intended for adult viewing only, I have plenty of SFW content on my master list so please check that out instead. I am strongly discouraging and actively not condoning the consummation of this content for anyone who is a minor.

Word count: 5687 OH MY GOD???

Authors note: This is LONG the longest thing I think I've written to date. This counts as like a full fic, should be like a multi chapter type beat. It's a long read but dare I say this might be my best work yet. Anway, I haven't written anything for Ayato bc he was a faceless ncp before I went on my hiatus.... I am also in love with man and couldn't stand the thought of this. Hence I'm writing a self serving fic bc I'm incredibly selfish rn and need some of this man in my life. Also I enjoy a good enemies to lovers troupe sue me!! ALSO ALSO THIS IS GENDERED HAHAHAHA finally if you see my master list it's all been GN so ha I did it. Anyway enjoy me being selfish 🧍🏻‍♂️(edit) Future self here... This took me almost a month to write, this turned into a novel and I apologize....

This will also be crossposted on my A03 probably bc of the girth of this beast. You can read it: Here if you prefer that interface better

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Working under the Kamisato's was a blessing. Truly it was. You considered yourself exceptional in hospitality and an ace seamstress. That's how the Kamisato clan sought you out.

Lady Ayaka was kind, the easy one to put it bluntly. Her tasks were normal simply as asking you to clean her linens or making small repairs on her formal wears. (Which Thoma would normally jump in to help, cleaning and sewing was also his forte). Genuinely, she was the nicest noble person you've ever seen, still managing to keep an air of excellence and gracefulness to her despite her overly kind nature. 

Working there is what kept you and your family fed and you were able to have a safe haven during the Vision Hunt Degree when being a vision holder yourself was hard to avoid.

However, working under the Kamisato's wasn't easy work by any means.

The head of the household was where the issue lied when it came to your work. Kamisato Ayato, you swear had it out for you since you arrived to work for them. One day he'd have you doing mundane tasks like taking inventory of the spices in the kitchen, and the next it would be making him tea over and over until it was the exact temperature he liked.

Not to mention all the constant repairs on his clothes you'd have to do, whether it be taking care of personal matters or training with his sister he'd always come back with piles of clothes in need of huge repairs.

You probably would have punched the pretty smirk off of "Lord Ayato's" face if it wasn't for poor Thoma keeping you afloat. You feel bad but while he cooks, you normally lament your frustrations to him. He'll occasionally offer his support or advice, since after all he's your senior and also a fellow outsider of Inazuma.

"Miss, your presence is requested in Lord Ayato's office." the guard locks eyes with you. You want to groan in agony, you were hungry and tired but still you mustered a smile. " I'll head over right now, thank you."  You say with a small bow. Once the guard exits you you finally let out a long groan looking to Thoma for support. "Can't you go instead, at least you can put up with his nonsense." You sigh exasperated.

After one particularly frustrating day of repairing both Lord Ayato's and Lady Ayaka's training wear entirely and aiding another with mending their Shinai Practice Swords (The bamboo ones, commonly used in kendo??), which were almost beyond repair. You find yourself once again in the kitchen with Thoma going on and on about the day before a dreaded guards men enter.

Thoma chuckles. "I believe a 'Miss' was summoned, I'd be scolded if I showed up, besides I'm cooking. Unless you wanna deliver food to the entire staff and the Lord and Lady." You wrap him lightly on the back of his shoulder. " Fine, but if I wind up dead it's your fault." You joke. You excuse yourself and exit the kitchen; then head for your doom, Lord Kamisato's office.

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You stand outside his office, the dimly lit Shoji (those paper sliding door things?) showing the silhouette of menace himself just waiting for you.  "(Y/N) here My Lord." You grit your teeth. "You may enter." You can almost hear the sadistic smile in his voice. Sliding open the door you're immediately confused on why you are here.

Ayato looked right as rain, clean and on top of that his office looked organized and practically sparkling (you'll have to thank Thoma for that later), boba tea full, and a small before dinner snack fully eaten. What more could he need at this hour. "Ah yes, Miss (Y/N)" his eyes lock with yours. "I've seemed to have spilled ink on my clothes. I need them cleaned immediately before dinner is finished." Though the room was dimly lit, you could clearly see there was no ink anywhere on Ayato's clothing.

"My lord I don't-" before you can even finish getting the word's out, Ayato takes the ink on his desk and proceeds to dump its contents all over his clothing. All the while that signature sadistic smile plastered on his face. You face contorts, you try to conceal the seething hot rage from pouring out of your mouth. (Un)Luckily Ayato speaks first. "I'm sorry you were going to say something? Go ahead, I apologize for my clumsiness."

Your mouth opens but you quickly close it. You're dumbfounded. His informal attire is mostly white, similar to his training attire, getting ink of that amount out in such a short amount of time would be nearly impossible. As you continue to stand there in silence you can see Ayato absolutely blossom with happiness.

A few more seconds pass until you collect yourself enough to speak calmly. "I'll fetch you some other clothing to change into while I tend to your..." Your eyes narrow at him. " Accident. " Words laced with venom at the end. He nods, smiling. " Go ahead, I'll be right here. Do be quick though, I hear ink is a pain to get out the longer you leave it. " He smirks.

You bow rigidly before bolting out the door to his quarters to grab him some fresh clothing.  Returning to the lion's den, you announce yourself once more. "You may enter," Ayato calls out again. Sliding open the door he promptly stands up this time.

You don't say a word but hold out the clean clothes to him. "My my, that was fast." He smiles. You don't answer but begin to turn to exit so he can change in private.  "No need to be so shy. You're practically one of my retainers at this point. "

You quickly turn around deciding to face the door instead of him, face red with embarrassment this time. You hear the rustling of the rest of his clothes. After a few awkward quiet moments with your thoughts filled with annoyance and somehow Lord Ayato's bare chest and perfect stupid abs, he finally speaks again. "I'm dressed." You pivot to see him again, back in pristine condition, however not bothering to pick up the ink stained clothes off the ground.

Retainer??? Since when? Where's your pay raise? That's all that runs through your mind as you stare at him dumbfounded. You don't realize until you snap out of your train of thought Ayato has already started stripping, his bare chest on full display. "Miss (Y/N) I don't mind if you watch, but watching me so intensely is unnecessary." You didn't think that smirk could get any bigger but it does.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in and kneel to grab the stained clothes scattered around his feet. You go to grab a sleeve and the bastard has his foot still on the article of clothing. Giving it a little tug as a hint to move, Ayato simply looks down at you with a smile. "Oh my apologies, didn't realize I was standing on it and hindering your precious time to get those pesky stains out." He steps out of your way and plants himself back to his desk. Asshole is all that runs through your mind as you gather the clothes.

Once again you quickly excuse yourself and rush to the medical bay to grab some balls of cotton and rubbing alcohol. Storming back into the kitchen you decide you need to get this frustration out and combat this stain at the same time.

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You definitely startle Thoma as you slide open the Shoji with little to no care of its fragility. "Listen I'm sorry, Lord Ayato is fucking awful."  You say holding up the stained clothing to accentuate your point.

You recount your encounter with the Lord of the house to Thoma all the while desperately scrubbing the ink out with the rubbing alcohol. "He's a sadist Thoma, he hates me I'm sure of it. Why on earth would he do this." Thoma turns to the area of the table you're vigorously scrubbing at ,now almost finished with dinner at this point, offers you a pot of cold water and soap to help you finish cleaning the stain. "That's just Lord Ayato, and hey maybe it was a genuine mistake."  He shrugs. "Thoma, I saw him pick it up and dump it on himself."

You move over a bit to let Thoma work his laundry magic. Taking the garment from you, which was now almost its original color, he washes it in the aforementioned cold soapy water. After some more scrubbing he pulls it out. Looking as radiant as it did on Ayato before he went and soiled it.  "Thoma I'm sorry for roping you into this... I appreciate you." He smiles nudging you softly. " Stop that, you'd do the same for me if I needed that level of help. " You're glad Thoma is always here to save your ass. 

"I may have done the best I can but it won't dry before dinner, since I'm almost done with it." You grab your Anemo Vision and wave it in front of him and he lets out a 'Oh yeah...' before he smiles radiantly. "You got this then, dry it quick and as soon as you're done I'll serve dinner. Hopefully that'll buy you a bit of time. " You bow to Thoma, thanking him profusely. You exit the kitchen before running to the courtyard to swiftly dry the Lord's clothes with a little help from your Vision.

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After making quick work of drying the clothes. (Thank you Anemo Archon). You inspect the clothes one last time and decide they are pristine enough for him. Carefully folding them, you proceed to slide down the hall to Ayato's office once more. 

For the final time of the night you announce yourself. "Miss (Y/n) back so soon?" he says as you enter. His eyes narrow in on the clothes in your hands. "I'm more than pleased with your speediness. However, folding them will definitely crease them." You wordlessly unfold the clothes, gesturing to the creaseless stainless garments. "I see... Very well then, I will change after dinner."  

His eyes light up again and you regret opening your stupid mouth. "Ah yes, Thoma should be along with my dinner soon. My arms are awfully tired from writing documents all evening..." There it is again that fucking sadistic grin. "Stay here and feed me will you?" You can't stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. "What? Why?" Clapping a hand over your mouth. He didn't like that, you can tell as you watch sadism on his face fade to confusion. "Because you serve under me and I'm telling you to do so." 

Taking the clothes from your hands, Ayato purses his lips briefly as your fingers touch during the exchange.  You grimace at him, typical of him to be disgusted by touching you even for a millisecond. You quickly rearrange your face before asking the dreaded question. "Can I help you with anything else my Lord?"

Right. You forgot. You're supposed to be like Thoma, a loyal dog who does what it's told. Maybe that's what you're supposed to do but this was an outlandish request. However, knowing the wrath of Kamisato Ayato, you flop yourself in the corner in defeat, not bothering to put up a fight. You press your knees up to your chest, glancing at Ayato's, once again, happy smirk. He too proceeds to sit back down, at his desk.

A heavy silence fills the room as Ayato resumes his work. You want to yell at him, kick and scream, but overall you just wanted to cry. You're so embarrassed for what's to come and your mind is reeling. The tears brimming your eyes burn as you try to continue putting on a strong front. You refuse to let this asshole see you cry.

Thoma must be taking his time because amongst the scribbling mixed in with silence you have a lot of time to think. You evaluate your position. You signed up for this, but did you really? A maid sure, but dealing with a sadistic brat? No, that wasn't in the job description. Or maybe that was the plan all along, maybe it just happened along the way? You weren't sure at this point and you felt bitter and defeated.

"Lord Ayato?" Your voice comes out horse. "Hmm?" He questions. "Why do you trouble me with the most torturous and utterly embarrassing tasks?" You stare him down. He looks shocked you dare question his authority. He opens his mouth to answer? maybe yell at you? But as if the Archons themselves are taunting you, Thoma announces himself. "My Lord you dinner is ready, may I enter?" Ayato fixes his gaze on you for a second longer than needed before responding to Thoma. "Thoma. Yes, you may enter." He answers 

Thoma comes in hands full of all of the dishes Ayato requested tonight. He almost doesn't see you in the corner for a second but being the loyal retainer he is, the actual retainer of Ayato, he says nothing but shoots you a sympathetic glance. "Thoma, please let Miss (Y/n) help you with the rest of your food deliveries. I wish not to be disturbed the rest of the night." Ayato says using a voice he normally only uses when talking with other officials. It's cold, a lot colder than usual. The blood drains from your face and a knot forms in your stomach, you fucked up big time.  

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Three days. It was three days of terrifying tranquility, free of summoning from Lord Ayato.

Lady Ayaka assured you, as well as your job, were fine. The looming anxiety however had you on edge, you couldn't sleep fearing you'd be assassinated in the middle of the night. After all Kamisato Ayato hated being questioned, the only thing you were sure he hated more was you. Death would be the only solution right? 

You were in the courtyard, it was evening and everyone was eating dinner. Thoma approached you gently tapping your shoulder. "Dinner is ready for you in the maid's quarters... But uh, Lord Ayato wishes to see you in his quarters before dinner." He says sheepishly. You groan looking to Thoma “If you don't see me tomorrow, assume the worst." You joke but deep down felt your stomach drop. It had been three days of not seeing him, who knows what kind of punishment you'd receive. 

Thoma gave you a reassuring smile as you bid him farewell and headed from the courtyard to the personal quarters of Kamisato Ayato. It's not like you haven't been there before, but something still felt off about addressing your punishment not in his office but your room. 

So there you were, standing in front of the looming door to the man who was about to decide your fate. You swallow hard before addressing your arrival. "My Lord, (Y/n) here. Thoma said you requested my presence..." Your voice came out a lot shakier than you'd like to admit. Frankly you were terrified. There was, what felt like, an eternity of silence before he finally responded. "Come in."

Your hands waver as you pull the Shoji door open. It was almost pitch black inside Ayato's room. He was sitting under a Kotatsu with his dinner finished. His eyes immediately fixed on you as you entered. "Miss (Y/n) please sit. There's something I'd like to discuss with you." Fuck. Your family will be so upset if you lose this job, what will you do for work, where will you live? Sure you hate Ayato but you for the most part enjoy your job and- No no no you can't spiral right now. 

You suck in a composed breath and take a seat opposite him under the Kotatsu. "What is it, my Lord?" You ask meekly. He closes his eyes, sighing. "I.. You see.." He's uncharacteristically fidgety. "My sister has brought it to my attention that I've been causing you much strife lately." You want to laugh, lately he says, it's been since day one but okay sure. You grit your teeth. "As you said before, I serve under you. It's my duty, I suppose." You respond promptly. As much as it hurts your pride to admit you needed this job. You belong here and you won't go down without a fight. "I see." He says, sighing again. 

" (Y/n)... You loathe me do you not?" He locks eyes with you, as if boring directly into your soul. " My Lord, of course not. I'm grateful to serve the Kamisatos." He shakes his head. " Miss (Y/n), from the moment you arrived here you've seemed to take a disliking to me. I'm just trying to understand what started it. Please be cooperative." 

Huh? You? You're the problem in this situation? You know what fuck your job. "Kamisato Ayato, I do believe from the moment I arrived here you've made me do the most outlandish things and have, frankly, acted like a brat. If anyone hated anyone first it'd be you." You bang your fist on the table of the Kotatsu. "I'm a mere maid trying to make a living, not a babysitter or a toy for a spoiled noble's amusement." 

He has the audacity to laugh. "I'm sorry I seem to be missing the joke here my Lord. Please share so I too can laugh at the very serious call concerns I just raised." You glare at him. He smiles trying to suppress his laughter. "(Y/n) no one has ever talked to me like that before..." You pause. You've never seen Ayato look so pleased in your presence before. 

"Shamefully I'll admit, I enjoyed hearing your true feelings about me." He fidgets under the Kotatsu again. "For the record, I never hated you. I enjoy teasing you, and I'll admit I take things to an extreme. For that I apologize for the suffering I put you through." You're stunned at his apology. The head of the Kamisato clan apologized to you? " My Lord I..." Your words catch in your throat and all the anxiety built over the past three days spills out of your eyes. The one thing you swore you'd never do happens, you're crying in front of Ayato. 

Instinctively Ayato rushes to your side of the Kotatsu kneeling next to you handing you his handkerchief. You take it and turn away from him as you try to repress your sobs. "(Y/n) I'm so sorry, I didn't realize... I..." He turns you to face him. His face is almost unrecognizable, maybe from the blurry vision of your tears, but his face laced with pure concern and gentleness. "I apologize for being so bold to ask but my I... Hug... You?" H u h?  Your world feels like it's been turned upside-down. Ayato is being nice to you, and the craziest part is you kind of enjoy how it makes you feel. A half hour ago you would've never dreamed you'd be in this situation. 

You cautiously nod and Ayato gently pulls your much smaller form into his chest. You sniff, still calming down from your episode. Ayato gently strokes your back. It sends shivers down your spine but you don't... hate it?? You're conflicted at this moment. A man who was once so cruel to you is now being the perfect gentleman. 

While battling your thoughts Ayato fills the silence. "When my sister and I were young, she would often hurt herself by accident. While she cried, I'd hold her like this until she would calm down." You hum softly. You're unsure what to say. This whole situation feels like a twisted dream. You feel like any moment you'd wake up in your bed and the sinister Ayato you'd known up until now would return.

You glance up at him, his eyes are closed as he still is gently stroking your back. He looks peaceful, a small gentle smile on his face. You dare even concur he looks rather handsome like this. Your face turns red as you now realize the situation you're in. Kamisato Ayato is holding you. Even worse, you're enjoying it.

One of his eyes opens and peers down at you. His smile gets wider but remains gentle still. "Feeling better?" He asks. "I think so. I apologize for my outburst My Lor-" "Ayato..." "Huh?" "You can apologize but please use my name, not my title." You snort with a smile, there's the Ayato you know. "I apologize for my actions Ayato. For the record as well, I don't hate you either." 

You pause for a brief second confused by your own confession, then words continue to spill out of your mouth. "I think I hated the way you treated me and just assumed you hated me. Besides you'd make me do silly things and would cause problems just for me to fix, making my life harder, it was frustrating but..." Ayato tips your chin up from his chest. You both stare at each other in silence.

Whatever rambles you had in your mind vanished and all you can think about now is how pretty his eyes are and how you never noticed until right now.  Ayato leans down, your lips inches apart from his, you can feel the heat of his lips radiating on to yours. "May I be bold once more Miss (Y/n)?"  You say nothing, you're absolutely frozen so he continues. "I think I did all of that because I'm positively enamored by you." Then closes the gap between the two of you, kissing you.

His lips are soft and as his hand moves from your back to your waist you find yourself kissing him back. It's gentle but tender, all that pent up rage for the man you once loathed melts and in this moment it feels like you two are the only ones in the world. He pulls away first. You stare at him, he looks positively breathtaking now. His other hand runs a finger over your bottom lip then joins his other hand on your waist. "If you hate it please tell me to stop, and I will." You shake your head. "Please... Continue."

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His lips meet yours again this time with more passion. You wrap your arms around his neck and gently part your lips. Ayato takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss further, sliding his tongue gently into your mouth. His hands wonder about your body while he kisses you. You can't deny the sparks that follow in the wake of his touch. 

You part briefly to catch your breath and Ayato uses this as an opportunity to explore your neck. You tilt your head to the side giving him more access. He chuckles softly at your action. "So responsive." He teases against your neck. "Please keep your thoughts to yourself and keep kissin-" He bites down on your neck leaving whatever grip you had planned to die in throat and gets replaced with a soft moan. He lavishes the bite with his tongue and you're positive that's gonna be a mark you'll have to cover tomorrow morning. He tugs at the corner of your kimono staring into your eyes asking for silent permission to continue. 

Taking the hint you boldly slide down the shoulder of your kimono to let him continue. He smirks as continues his conquest from your neck to your newly exposed collarbones. Placing soft kisses on them while making quick work of sliding the top half of your kimono off, leaving the excess fabric to hang around your waist. The cold night air hits your skin leaving your exposed top half covered in goosebumps. Ayato reaches around to your back feeling for the clasp of your bra. "May I?" His voice comes out soft, filled with lust against the shell of your ear. "Please." You whimper.   He skillfully unclasped the bra freeing your breasts from the confines. Instinctively you cover your, your face bright red with embarrassment with another realization Kamisato Ayato, your boss, is about to see your naked body. 

Ayato wraps a warm hand around your wrist, planting a kiss on the inside of it. "If you're nervous we can stop here. If not..." His eyes wander to his bed, which is partially skewed from your vision due to the folding screen for Ayato's privacy sake. "No I want to continue... I just..." You laugh. "I don't want this to affect my job you know?" Ayato chuckles back. "I promise you it won't." You blush slowly unfolding your arms. "In that case..." He smiles, that's all the permission he needs and in one swift motion stands up and hoists your half clothes body over his shoulder, like you weighed nothing. 

He takes a few steps and throws you on to his bed, one you've made many times before and one you'll probably have to make again after this. He takes advantage of you getting comfortable to take off his top. You're once again faced with Ayato's bare torso, this time you are able to ogle at it as much as you'd like. "You're staring again." He says with a smug expression, climbing on the bed now towering over you. "Am I not allowed to My Lord?" You quip back. 

He raises an eyebrow and then you see that expression on him that you used to loathe, that sadistic smile. "I suppose I'll allow it tonight. I'll even do you one better." He once again grabs your wrists, this time places your hands on his bare chest, abs, shoulders. But Ayato being Ayato was in control of your movements Giving you the satisfaction of feeling his smooth skin but not giving you control to do so as you please. "Ayato..." You whine. He just laughs before releasing your hands and leans back down to kiss you again. 

While kissing you his hands wander to your breasts giving them a little squeeze. You can feel him smile in the kiss when you let out a small moan. "Sensitive?" He asks. You nod in response, worried your words will betray you. His kiss trails back down your neck to your breasts this time. Taking a nipple in his mouth and biting and suckling on it you can help but cover your mouth and whine in pleasure. He takes his other hand and messages the other breast pinching your other nipple occasionally. 

Your core was practically aching for friction at this point you wiggle your hips. Ayato's attention shifts again. "How cute.. Someone's needy." He says after releasing your breast from his mouth. He shifts his attention to untie your obi to get the rest of your pesky kimono out of the way. When he does you catch a glimpse of the sizable bulge in his pants. "I could say the same for you." You tease. "Can you blame me?" He responds as you lift your hips so you can let him discard your kimono on the floor. "Besides, your one to comment when your panties have a wet spot." He states bluntly as he slides off the bed dragging you by the hips to set you at the side of the bed. 

Ayato plays with the waistband of your panties eyes once again meeting your asking for silent permission to go on. As if you would stop him now. He must take your silence for reassurance because he drags your panties down your hips and discards them somewhere with your kimono. He parts your legs and spreads your pussy open. "You're soaked..." He sounds breathless as he stares at your glistening hole. "Don't stare!" You protest as you attempt to close your legs, admittedly flustered. Ayato, of course, overpowers you by keeping you legs spread and plants a firm's kiss on your clit. 

He takes his time eating you out. Making sure to tease all the spots he gets a good reaction out of you. Your grip on the beds' silken sheets will tear somehow. Ayato looks up at you making eye contact with you before sucking on you clit particularly hard. You almost cum right there. After a one more delicate kiss on your core he brings his fingers up to your mouth. "Suck on these for me please." He says. Instinctively you take his fingers in your mouth. The flush across his face as you tease the tips of his fingers is something you'll definitely be thinking about later. 

Once Ayato decides you've soaked his fingers enough he gently pulls them from your mouth. You let out a whine and Ayato takes the opportunity to spread your legs a bit wider. "Oral fixation... Good to know." He teases. Taking his now wet fingers he gently prods at your damp fold locking eyes with you as he slowly inserts a finger into you. You bring a hand out to cover the guttural moan that spills from your mouth. 

Ayato looks up at you, eyes boring into yours. "You better keep your voice down, we don't want the entire estate to know I'm giving my 'disobedient maid' a punishment. " He winks, and you click your tongue at him. Ayato quickly slides another finger into your hole before you can come up with something to throw back at him. 

Ayato scissors his fingers, opening you up for him. You feel close, that all too familiar high. "C.. close" is the only thing you can muster without being too loud, you were just so sensitive. He smiles sinisterly at you, rudely ripping his finger from your aching core. "Not yet, I want you to cum with me inside you." He bashfully explains. To think Kamisato Ayato is blushing, you still honestly can't tell if this is a fever dream or not.

While in your own thoughts Ayato shed the rest of clothing and you finally get to see his cock. It's definitely not going to fit... He's going to split you in half. You move to get off the bed to 'return the favor' but Ayato stops you. "Next time... I need you right now." Pushing you back down on the bed he grabs some oil stashed under his bed and lubes up his dick. Pumping it a few times for good measure. The anticipation is gnawing at you, as he runs his length in-between your folds. 

You open your mouth to tell him to hurry up, but his lips catch yours and he inserts himself into you. Ayato takes, what would have been an earth shattering groan, from your lips as he lets you adjust to his size. Pinning your arms above your head he peppers your face with kisses as your pain slowly morphs into pleasure. Eventually the pain stops and you relish in the feeling of being full, the glee of that gets old pretty fast and now all you want is Ayato to rail you into high heaven. 

You wiggle your hips as a gesture to show him you're ready and he smiles down at you. "Use your words... Ask me what you want." He's a fucking sadistic asshole. "Please?" You whine. "Please what? (Y/N), you always have something to say, why are you so shy now?" You hate him, tears of desperation fill your eyes. " Ayato please fuck me, I need you to fuck me. I can't-" You choke back a moan as Ayato slides all the way out of you and rams his dick back into you.  He buries his face into your neck. "Good girl." He praises before leaving yet another hickey you'll have to cover later. 

He sets a steady pace snapping his hips into yours. You can only imagine how fucked out you look right now. Ayato looks like an Archon himself above you, his furrowed brow and the sweat glistening on his forehead. To think you hated this man a few hours ago... Now look at you, completely at his mercy. The soft grunts he lets out next to your ear you wish to engrave in your memories forever. 

Ayato hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur and you can't suppress the whine that spills out this time. "Ther..Fuck...There!" Ayato hones into that spot, causing you to fall over the edge. He gently thrusts in and out of you helping you ride out your orgasm. With the combination of your soft whines and how tight your climax made you, he pulls out and comes all over your stomach. 

With no strength left Ayato collapses, gently, onto you. "Noooo" you whine weakling. " My stomach is a mess now you're messy too." "I'll call for a maid to bring me a towel." You smack him and he laughs, rolling off you. He pushes himself up off the bed and grabs a small towel from a drawer. Gently tending to your cum covered stomach before attending to himself. You curl up on his bed, as you watch him as he grabs your clothes along with his. "So next time huh?" You smirk. "Pardon?" He freezes for a moment. "I owe you one, so you know... This doesn't have to be a one time thing." He clears his throat. "I wouldn't be opposed to that, I suppose."

 You push yourself up to grab your clothes from him but immediately regret it as every muscle in your body refuses to cooperate with you. You fall back on the bed Ayato chuckles softly. "Rest for a bit before leaving... Leaving too hastily will definitely cause more suspicion than leaving now anyway... " He lays back down on the bed pulling your body into his. "I didn't take you for a cuddler My Lord." You joke, followed by a yawn. He laughs, stroking your back just as softly as he did when you were crying. "Rest for a bit. I promise I'll wake you up in a bit." You nod sleepily into his chest. "Just for a bit is fine." You mumble before drifting off to sleep in Ayato's arms.

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OH MY GOD I FINISHED IT HAHAHAHA GET ABSOLUTELY FUCKED PAST ME. If you read all of this I both sincerely apologize and thank you for reading my self serving fic. I hope you enjoyed it even a tiny bit.

[mrsdesade]

My Precious (headcanons of Loki comforting you in his own ways)

Timeline: unknown

TW: no one

Pairing: Loki x fem!y/n

Notes: this is for anyone who needs comfort and a gentle lover who is always here for you, enjoy your meal sweeties 🤍

"In this vast cosmos, you are my constant, the North Star guiding me through the realms. And I'll be yours. Never forget that."

his charming whispers would echo with sweet promises, assuring you that in his heart, you're the most precious gem.

in moments of darkness, he would create illusions to show you again your favorite memories, hoping to bring a smile to your face.

"Loki, what's your favorite thing about me?"

"Your unpredictability my dear; like the shifting winds, you keep me intrigued."

he'd surprise you with handwritten notes, each filled with poetic expressions of his love and admiration.

he would playfully steal kisses, leaving you blushing and breathless.

Loki would use his magic to create a sanctuary where you could escape the chaos, finding solace in each other's company.

his mischief would take a romantic turn as he arranges candlelit moments under the stars, declaring his affection in subtle gestures.

during sleepless nights, he'd stay by your side, sharing stories from unknown realms.

he would gift you trinkets from distant lands, each holding a hidden meaning that only the two of you share.

when doubts cloud your mind, he'd assure you with a touch, his eyes revealing a sincerity that goes beyond his mask.

Loki's laughter would be your favorite melody, and he'd find joy in creating little mischief that brings a sparkle to your eyes.

"Oh Gods...the way your eyes light up when you're truly happy."

during quiet moments, he'd express his vulnerability, allowing you to see the depths of his emotions and insecurities.

Loki's love would be a unique experience, with surprises around every corner, making each day an exploration of passion and connection.

he would use his shape-shifting abilities for making you laugh.

"Your laughter is a symphony, and I aim to be its most avid listener."

in times of sorrow, he'd wipe away your tears with a gentle touch, promising to mend the wounds with the magic of his affection.

he'd compose love letters in ancient languages, showcasing his intellectual prowess as a unique expression of his devotion.

Loki's wit would shine through in personalized riddles and puzzles, turning mundane moments into playful challenges.

as a gesture of protection, he'd subtly use his magic to shield you from the rain, ensuring that not a single drop touches your skin.

"If I could, I'd rewrite the stars to tell our love story."

in moments of self-doubt, he would be your loudest cheerleader, boosting your confidence.

he would craft enchanted jewelry imbued with his magic, symbolizing your bond and serving as a constant reminder of his unwavering affection.

Loki's mischievous grin would soften into a tender smile when he watches you achieve your goals, proud of you.

he'd weave spells of tranquility around you, creating moments of calm where the troubles of the world can't touch you.

"In a universe of infinite possibilities, I chose you, and that choice is my greatest triumph."

That's it! Hope you find the comfort you needed; and writing fluff for him is always a pleasure for me! Kisses 💋

[the-six-that-thrive-if]

All this low key chaos while im hugging dante and warden like

Mine

Also can you tell me about the *six* other IFs??? Considering how much I love this one, I would love to look and support the rest of your work!

LMFAO 💀

LIST OF IFS

-Deceit's Crescendo — @deceits-crescendo-if

Horror, Ancient Fantasy Romance

MC dies and is tasked with collecting a special item of a banished God, but the only way to do so is through the connects of current Gods and forming a connect.

Demo is already in works, and has a blog for it!

[Has ties to TSTT — The MC is TSTT MCs ancestors.]

-The King's Appraisal

Murder Mystery, Romance, Horror

MC applies to be on a clued based dating show, where all contestants are giving roles, such as duke, baron, earl, etc etc. Whilst trying to solve the murder and win one million dollars, or find love. But perhaps this is more than a game.

Still in the beta stages, no demo.

-Death's Tango

Yandere, Dark Romance

MC gets happily married to their husband, Damian Holloway and has been for five years until the passing of their grandma, which has them go away for a week, much to their husband's dismay. Yet during the trip their trip, MC'S family gets into a freak accident, and MC slowly starts to suspect that her husband and his fucked up family is responsible.

Current beginning demo stages. No blog yet.

[Only IF with only one RO]

-Efflorescence

Pirates, Sirens, Dark Romance, Horror

MC is sent with a team of people to mend relationships between the growing world and a private and isolated kingdom in order to gain resources that only the Kingdom has. Yet there's a legion that looks over the kingdom.

Not demo, out of beta stages.

[This is a story I wrote that I'm changing into an IF.]

-Nine Blood Dances

Ancient Dark Romance, Horror, Demons

MC has a special ability that is needed to pick the new Ruler of the 9 Circles of Hell, and is taken away from their home and into the hands of the 9 personifications of hell's circles, who all need them to help decide the new Ruler.

Began demo, still beta stages.

[Soft ties to TSTT]

-Desidera

Romance, Horror, Gods & Divine

MC has no recollection of the past, living as a servant to a king, until a man, known as the Black Death comes and kills the king in order to Kill the God that rules over MCs world. He keeps MC alive with the expectation that MC will serve under him. While he seems revenge on the gods who killed his mother.

Beta stages.

[This is also a story I wrote likes a year ago, that I'm converting into an IF.]

[cvrsedslytherin]

Catching Teardrops | Sebastian Sallow (oneshot)

WC: 4k

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Zyla Lestrange (fem!MC)

Warnings: depression battle, angst, brief mention of s**c*de, mentions of slight family abuse, mentions of anxiety but also tooth-rotting fluff & disgusting cheesiness

(Might start off strong but it’s gonna get better & become sweet)

Note: I’ve taken lots of breaks with writing so please correct me if you see mistakes! Thank you.

Summary: Depression struck Zyla Lestrange when the agony of her trauma decides to haunt her one late night— but her best friend, Sebastian Sallow, wasn’t going to let her demons win. He always had a way of finding her… being her saving grace. And tonight, it would be even more special.

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With the castle so eerie yet peacefully silent and darkness completely taking over— it was definitely way past curfew. Very little light had been flickering within that darkness but it was enough to guide her way, even with her eyes blurring from time to time. The time was around 3:00 AM and Zyla Lestrange was making her way through the Slytherin common room; quiet tears streaming down her face. Slowly sliding down, as if to remind her how long this pain would last but also to serve as the calm before the storm. Currently, it wasn’t so bad; there was this numbing feeling that accompanied it despite some tears. But it would get worse later; the feeling was growing at its slow pace, clawing to her heart in hopes it digs in. A usual routine… because depression knows no mercy; the claws of it will just keep digging deeper & deeper until her heart feels like it’s too hurt to continue such a maddening young life.

The start of sixth year had begun with a fire; one that was burning her alive, trying to rip open the flesh. Only a week in and this had to happen. Usually this was one of her happy places. Hogwarts; the second home. Or in her case; the real home.

Zyla Lestrange had went onto the spiraling staircase of the common room to exit it; once out, she had paused— taking her wand out for some more lighting by casting the Lumos charm. Her feet were just going to lead her to wherever they chose; though she usually had certain spots she’d secretly hang out in, to wallow in misery. Turning up the left stairs, towards the exit of the Slytherin dungeons; it seems she would be going to the Quad Courtyard. A small bit of a distance to reach the area but once she did get outside, she was greeted by the familiar bridge that gave her a high view of the Black Lake. Halting for a moment to get her rare, perfectly colored violet eyes lost in the calming waterscape; her tears temporarily stopping in this moment… but the numbness still there along with that aching feeling surrounding her heart. Zyla didn’t understand it… how she could get so overwhelmed and plagued by the same thing, over and over again. At random times, even when nothing bad had happened in particular; the waves of agony would just roll in— all consuming, wanting to drown her. Not a daily occurrence but it was a shadow that secretly followed her. One she did everything to hide in public view and had done a good job of it.

For the most part… but there was one Slytherin boy, attuned to her and her only. Reading her like a book… a book that’s slightly broken with missing pages that he wanted to find. To mend it’s binding to be perfect; to fill it with colors and life of endless pages. And that boy was Sebastian Sallow, her best friend. Fate would always bring him to her… when the timing was deemed right by the cruel Gods that tormented her soul. Zyla was certain that the universe liked making her feel complete misery.

However, misery did like company and Sebastian Sallow had plenty of his own demons to share.

A breeze pulled through but Zyla enjoyed it; it was the only lovely feeling right now. Her somewhat messy, almost shoulder-length, curly black hair shifted with the air hitting. Something about cool air (even cold) had soothed her a little. Even when she didn’t have her robes on. Here she was in her school skirt, and just her uniform blouse on, accompanied by her brown laced boots at ankle length. She had not wanted to go out in her pyjamas but she also did not bother to dress so properly. At least it wasn’t winter; though in this state— she would have still dressed this way probably. Maybe it was the dissociation kicking in; everything felt like it wasn’t actually there right now. As if she could lean over this bridge and fall… fall, fall, fall into an endless abyss of total nothingness rather than the rocks and the Black Lake that would definitely kill her upon impact.

Luckily, she gained some of her sense back. A small frown making it’s way on her lips as she started moving again, until she reached the Quad Courtyard itself. Zyla had always been a fast walker, so it was no problem getting anywhere despite how huge the castle was. But there was appreciation too… the castle had been always hauntingly beautiful to her. She was passing by a mermaid statue… lots of plants and flowers around; trees too. Mother nature’s beauty meshing with the castle. She walked up the stairs that would lead to a second small set of stairs that were near a side door entrance to the Great Hall. Before that second set— she’d turn to the right, into the slight garden there. Wanting to remain outside plus this one was of her secret hideouts. Her feet still taking her straight now, past the little fountain there and down a small set of stairs that led to a part of a bridge that had shown an even bigger view of the waterscape and landscape beyond this castle. It wasn’t the minor bridge she wanted to be at… no, it was the dead end, far right corner… a grassy small hill upwards with Queen Anne’s lace, Bulbous buttercup and Lavender flowers gracing that particular corner which had several bushes to hide in, right behind. Another little, hidden, dead end area but she didn’t go in there through the bushes, just stayed close.

Instantly plopping onto what felt like soft tall grass and that bed of flowers… she sat for a moment, just taking it in with half-lidded eyes then she started leaning back. Often lying on her back to watch the stars light up the immensely dark sky as she tried warding off her inner demons.

Minutes go by… until those claws finally dig back into her heart and remind her what has been her life. Tears coming back in full as the storm finally hit.

“I don’t understand… I…” She felt herself choke up as she spoke out-loud, to nobody. A habit of hers. “Why n-now…? Why is this…”

Anguish lives in her mind and replies, ‘remember all that has happened… remember who your family is, LESTRANGE… remember all the horrid things you’ve seen as a little child, remember all the people that have brought this inner pain you try locking up… until it explodes and your strength lets go. Everything has a way of reaching the surface… keep resisting and I will keep suffocating you with it.’

The brain is such a warped little thing. Turning itself against the person it resides in… a loss of control and Zyla hated losing control.

Every bad memory hits like a flood… the home she returns to when school is no longer in session. The nightmare of a family she’s unlucky to have been born in. Visualizing the physical parts of it next… mentally, she can see through her clothes… the reminders. The burns marks and cuts that had etched to her skin, under her blouse. There weren’t many but there were some. A torment from her own family. Much like another best friend, Ominis Gaunt. Her, Sebastian and Ominis were a trio but with her and Sebastian being closer. For other reasons. Ominis was someone she could bond with at times; both having come from a family of dark wizards. Families that only care for Pureblood supremacy. Abuse was a nasty thing, especially when done to children and Zyla… and Ominis had the misfortune of knowing what it was like.

Panic was starting to arrive… the creeping feeling of some anxiety as she sat up, burying her face in her hands as the floodgates burst, wanting nothing more but to be let out. An ocean having been held inside her… needing to break through.

“Merlin, I hate my life… I— h-hate… so mu—…” hic

Her sobs growing louder and louder, as she barely breathed properly until a voice called to her.

That voice… that warm voice in the sea of torment, Sebastian Sallow.

“Zyla?! Is that you? Hold on, making my way towards you!” He sounded a mix of distress, pain and irritation. How had he even found her? He hadn’t known about this one spot… she had too many to keep track of showing him. It would easily slip her mind but here he was, like a knight in shining armor.

Shaking, she looked up from her hands, still unable to calm down from the assault of tears and breathless gasps. Her vision blurring… all she could sense was the wand-lighting charm he had cast to find her and once he did, the freckle-faced brunet immediately dropped down to his knees in front of her, panicked. His wand falling beside him as the lighting charm gave out. But he could still see her somehow.

Even sitting… he somewhat towered over her— she was rather short and Sebastian’s growth spurt really kicked off over summer break.

But that only made him feel more safe to her; like a bear… a giant teddy bear made to comfort her.

“I… I…” Zyla hated herself for becoming a stuttering, choked up mess.

He put those strong hands on her shoulders, gently but firm. Her lips were parted quite a bit, quivering as they took those gasping breaths.

“Breathe with me… okay?” His voice trying to calm the storm. A storm he was familiar with.

This wasn’t the first time he had seen Zyla like this… the first time had been half way through fifth year. It left him shocked and confused, but he still tried to help. After that… he paid close attention to the girl. Sometimes, he wouldn’t be there for those bad moments because she had hid it well but as time went on, he was learning rather quickly how to navigate that broken soul of hers. How to read it… study it in hopes that he could figure out any clues that would lead him to her whenever she was in trouble.

And it’s as if the universe had granted him a wish for being so sincere about her— because he would find her, more and more when she wasn’t okay. When she needed someone, him. He understood the telltale signs and he just had a sense for her. Even in the random hours of the late night… if he was asleep, he’d wake with a horrid gut feeling. He just knew.

She gulped, still shaking and distressed from it all but nodding her head.

“Okay, follow with me, Zyla… 1, 2, 3… deep breath in,” his voice staying soft but strong for her. She followed that count, taking a deep breath in.

“Hold it, 3 seconds…” he continued and she did. For some reason, the voice of her best friend could lead her out of the trouble… it was easy to follow. His voice became the focus in her mind… the more times he helped her, the more she was getting better as recovering faster.

“Breathe out… 1, 2, 3…” he said slowly and she followed along again. They had repeated that three more times, his hands never stopped holding her shoulders— he stayed kneeling in the flowers and tall grass that she sat in.

The feeling of choking has subsided and her breathing was much better; stable but there was still the issues of her tears that had remained. Falling down her face the whole time, loud yet silent now. Those violet eyes still unable to fully see him in their blurs. Her mouth closed so she could breathe through her nose now.

The pain wasn’t gone yet. He knew that; he was just thankful he got her to breathe better first. Now it was time to handle the drops sliding in their quickened pace down her face. The sniffles that came out of her. The way she bit her lip now… a nervous gesture that meant, ‘it wants to come out… more waterworks.’

Sebastian changed his position… he moved his hands away from her and fully sat himself properly in front of her— knees touching hers then he slowly brought his hands to tenderly cup her face, “then you let it out, Zy… because I will always be here, to catch the remaining tears.”

She made a little noise, her face showing how much those words touched her as she started slowly letting it out. It was a promise he made her… not too long ago, when they had gotten closer and he started speaking more sweetly to her. He promised to catch her teardrops.

“You know… every drop represents a pain… to let go. Ones that were kept inside you too long. Crying is okay, Zy. You’re not weak for it.” He really always knew what to say and she let herself go. Turning something negative into positive. His words combined with him holding her face… did it. But it felt liberating while she envisioned what he said to her about the meaning of her teardrops. She nodded just a little during her now soft crying. Those tears rolling to his hands.

“And I’ll take every drop of pain… I’ll let my hands take everything that pours out of those precious violet eyes and soak it up for you. So you feel less of it…” his tone heartfelt and genuine. So while she cried what was left… he never let a drop escape and fall to the earth, literally. He maneuvered his hands ever so gently, wiping slowly. And if there were a lot of tears rushing out, his hands left her face as they formed like a personal plate under her chin… catching the teardrops. When it was less… his hands would move up again, wiping her face with his warm fingers. Thumbs caressing that sweet, hurt face.

The warmth that gave her immense relief and comfort. Zyla was a strange girl… and maybe to others, this might be a little weird or different but for her? It was perfect. It felt like Sebastian would really take away some of the pain. And it wouldn’t be one-sided. Whenever Sebastian was in trouble… and showed his pain to her, whether he wanted to or not; she was there to comfort him. In her own strange ways that were perfect to him. She might not have always been as good with words as him but they were true and honest. A support system they formed for each other during their painful moments.

Once she stopped crying… and her vision fully focused— she tilted her head up a bit, to stare at him. His hands dropping to the sides. Eyes full of thankfulness and admiration, locking into the depths of his dark colored eyes while it was night time. The stars in the sky had shined brighter for some reason and they saw each other better. Some divine timing. There was that slight flicker of worry and sadness for her but it melted into relief the more she looked at him and felt calm. His heart feeling calmer too.

She whispered, a bit tired, “thank you, Seb…”

He shook his head then pulled her into his chest, locking her into him.

“You don’t have to thank me, Zy…” whispering back as she always was stunned a bit with those hugs but slowly melted and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He didn’t want her to thank her… she was his best friend but… that wasn’t really why. Over some time, he knew his feelings had turned into something more for her.

And the thing was… Zyla had felt the same.

Sebastian’s comfort for her had been an act of love instead. And Zyla’s comfort to him when he needed it, was also an act of love. It was more than mere friendship at this point.

Unspoken words… within them. Fear holding them back.

So in tune with each other yet also so hopelessly oblivious to that one big thing inside them.

It wasn’t always this way at first… and these tender moments gradually came about. In the beginning, after her crying or vice verse, the two would crack dark jokes or tease the other to lighten the mood. Coping mechanisms that they took on.

However, over that summer break before this sixth year began, it started changing… to this. The tender moments that they slowly melted into it. At first… Zyla had resisted a bit— being embarrassed and stoic but Sebastian wouldn’t let that slide. No, he’d make her comfortable and accept it, no matter what. He would pull her in until she let herself feel it.

But still… the words that lingered on their lips during these quiet moments of an embrace… an embrace that was slowly tightening and their hearts would beat in sync— the words, never came out.

Until now.

Ten minutes… they stayed in that embrace… amongst the flower bed.

How fitting— Queen Anne’s lace which represents safety, sanctuary, and refuge. The buttercups that meant joy, youth, happiness, and friendship. Then the lavender, with its meaning of devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness.

Sebastian could no longer hold it back; for some reason, tonight felt different. Was it really the right timing? After what she went through… he really didn’t know but for the first time, the words he was dying to let out, just came out. Tumbling from his lips.

“I love you, Zy. I’m here because I want to be your safety… because I want to protect you with all my heart. And I never want you suffering alone… because I have so much love in my heart for you. I have… for a while. It’s starting to make me want to burst.” He confessed, resting his chin on top her head as she stayed buried in his chest. His heart rate pounding and hers too as she heard of all that.

“I hope that’s okay,” the nervous tone came when he spoke this time again. As he wasn’t sure how she would feel.

She almost wanted to cry again but not for sadness, not in agony. For once… tears of joy. They had been through a lot during fifth year. They had spent the whole summer break together. All the help she had given him back then that he didn’t realize at first. Now he was making sure, he’d give her double that help if needed.

Zyla must have taken a bit too long to answer because she felt his body tremble slightly. She had been in a daze almost… now nervous to say it back but she would. She wasn’t going to let him think this was only him.

She moved her head off of him… causing his chin to lift off her head. Her arms stayed loosely around him though and so did his around her, but there was space to look as she craned her head up a bit.

On cue, several fireflies had appeared near them… bright and lighting up more. Letting them see more of the other as the lights illuminated on them, especially their faces yet it was a blur to them— those fireflies and even the world. Right now, it was just them.

A blush painted her face and his eyes widened. Zyla never really blushed… this struck his heart. All he wanted to do was make that graceful scarlet color appear on her face more now that he had seen what she looked like with it. As if she was a painting come to life, accompanied by those violet eyes that were glowing from the light. He never saw her look vulnerable in this particular way and his heart rate went up. Even his breath hitched as he waited.

“I know, I usually would try to run and resist. I know this overwhelms me but it would be so cruel of me… if I wasn’t honest and didn’t tell you that I love you, just as much… because I really do, Seb. You became the safety that I never knew I needed… and I’m thankful to have your love back… I, I—“ Zyla had started to slowly ramble; she didn’t even know what else she had left to say. She said the most important words and he couldn’t take it anymore.

After all, Sebastian wasn’t the most patient and when that declaration of love returned to him and she stuttered that “I” at the end, he swooped down his face to hers and stole her lips with his. The passion had burst out of him with a desperate need to show her how much he loved her.

The first kiss… that was long overdue.

A soft gasp leaving her lips when she felt his attach to hers and his arms around her pulling her closer. That gasp felt like a sweet symphony to his ears. In a few seconds, she reacted… giving him the same kiss to convey that she wanted to show it too. Pressing her lips more into his soft yet somehow fierce touch.

The feeling had been natural, nothing awkward just right… like two puzzle pieces that had been separated but finally put together. His head tilting a bit to somehow try making sure she felt it as much as possible. A light nibble on her lower lips with his teeth to make her shiver… the gentle swipe of his tongue, not to make her open her mouth but to just taste her a little. To show affection. Though she slightly parted them to let out another sweet, quiet sound to which he almost wanted to whine at for a second. He wanted to control himself for their first kiss though— he didn’t want to move too fast. Not with her. He needed her to know she’s special first.

She felt so soft to him and he felt so warm to her— they could drown in each other now.

His lips wanted to stay on that softness.

Her lips wanted to keep on that warmth.

He had pulled her gently into his lap after several seconds while they stayed kissing in the same ways. Seeking each other, among the flowers with the tall grass. After a minute, when they needed air finally, they pulled apart a bit. Breaths intermingling, panting and staying close— deep flushes on both of their faces as they calmed their breathing slowly. He cracked into a wide grin and the corners of her mouth unable to stop tugging, forming a smile back as she couldn’t resist. He made sure she didn’t leave his lap right now.

They chuckled softly and breathlessly; he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. She closed hers too after, just enjoying the silence. Enjoying each other’s presence.

Agony was gone… nowhere to found right now. The claws that tried digging into her heart… had all but vanished and she felt a new type of peace. He had always brought her back but now… it was utter bliss filled with love that was finally out and free. Shielding her against her demons for this time being.

He had caught her teardrops, given her love.

She accepted and gave him love back.

And of course… now he wanted to show a little more love and passion. Add in a touch of fire, taste her depths. The want to explore the inside of her pretty little mouth, to get as much of that sweet taste as he could. So he opened his eyes… pulling a bit back and cupped her cheeks… bringing her for another kiss.

That kiss. One filled with need for her to which she instantly accepted and he kept bringing her towards him until he started leaning backwards onto the grass and flowers. With her on top of him as their lips stayed attached and he finally got to taste her in full. A soft groan escaping his mouth that she had swallowed up. Making a sound of her own in return as she shuddered.

They would probably stay there for a bit. Passionately kissing under the stars for as long as they could before the sun came up.

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[scart-t]

Never Be Alone

Pairings: Neuvillette x Fem!reader

a/n: i love Shawn Mendes and yes its a song inspo Hydro dragon Hyrdo dragon Dont Cry~

After they had been together for some time, Neuvillette and Y/n often found solace in each other's company, especially after long days in court. One evening, as they sat sipping their tea in comfortable silence, Y/n broke the quietude.

"You seem troubled, Neuvillette," she remarked softly, concern evident in her voice.

Neuvillette sighed, his brow furrowed with the weight of the day's burdens. "There is a case that weighs heavily on my mind. The evidence is conflicting, and the truth eludes me."

Y/n reached out, gently placing her hand over Neuvillette's. "You've always had a knack for uncovering the truth, my dear. Trust in your instincts, and the gods will guide you."

Neuvillette's gaze softened as he looked into Y/n's eyes, finding comfort in her unwavering support. "Thank you, Y/n. Your faith in me means more than you know."

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics as they continued to enjoy each other's company, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a soft glow over Neuvillette's chambers, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the presence of Y/n in his life. She was his rock, his confidante, and his greatest source of strength. And as they shared a tender embrace, he knew that together, they could weather any storm that came their way.

As they sat together, basking in the warmth of their shared affection, Neuvillette recounted tales from his youth, stories of his journey to becoming the Chief Justice of Fontaine. Y/n listened intently, captivated by the trials and tribulations he had faced along the way.

"It was a long and arduous path," Neuvillette began, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "But every challenge I encountered only served to strengthen my resolve to uphold justice and honor."

Y/n's eyes sparkled with admiration as she leaned in closer, hanging onto Neuvillette's every word. "You truly are an inspiration, Neuvillette. Your dedication to justice is unmatched."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Neuvillette's lips as he reached for Y/n's hand, intertwining their fingers together. "And you, my dear Y/n, have brought light into my life in ways I never thought possible. Your kindness and unwavering support have sustained me through the darkest of times."

Their conversation continued long into the night, filled with laughter, shared dreams, and whispered promises of a future together. It was moments like these, where time seemed to stand still and the outside world faded away, that Neuvillette cherished most.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows of his chambers, Neuvillette felt a sense of peace wash over him. With Y/n by his side, he knew that he could face whatever challenges the day ahead might bring.

And as they watched the sunrise together, a sense of hope filled their hearts, for they knew that as long as they had each other, they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way.

[unholywriter]

Percy smooches maybe???

That’s a given. 😩😩

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Fem x Reader

Warnings: Light smut.

The castle of Whitestone had a sort of pause to it, like after the years of tragedy and torture it finally could be at rest. But you know who wasn’t at rest? The new found love of your life, and Lord to Whitestone itself. Percy De Rolo. He’d always be in the room where his workstation resides, creating new inventions. Upgrading his Bad News and the second version of the Pepper Box. He also began to experiment with electricity, and connect his inventions he powered with residuum. Although he still didn’t like the idea of magic, he had to admit, it packs quite a punch intertwined.

It was a late evening when you walked the halls bringing a small plate with some hot, delicious food sizzling fresh from the kitchen. And although the workers tried to stop his Lady from cooking, those who stayed after the Birarwoods were dealt with. Those who decided to stay behind and serve the last two remaining De Rolo’s. You told them you didn’t mind, for all you wanted was to make your lover some food and make sure he eats because Gods know he doesn’t make sure he ate himself while he’s in tinkering mode.

As you approached his workshop and opened the door, you peered in and could see Percy delicately splicing together some wires on a glove. It was a less bulky version to the one he took to the Fey realm during the Conclave era a year and a half ago.

“How much shock value will you give your new found enemies in the future with this one?” You asked softly, and not a jump came from Percy. He had heard you come in, and it wasn’t like you were sneaking up on him. Although, he knows your footstep’s by heart so it’ll be hard to do that even if you were trying.

“At least enough to the point it won’t shock those I want to eliminate and me this time.” He looked over his shoulder with a small smile, you looked down and gave him a small peck on his oh so soft lips you could literally never stop to kiss until your own lips bleed.

“Good, because if you pass out again when we’re in the middle of a shit-show thinking testing your new toys out in the field is a good idea, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” You set his plate down and scoot his nearly half eaten lunch to the side.

“There are plenty of things you can do to and for me, and I’d thank you for it.” He looks back to his glove and continues to finish up the wiring.

You rose an eyebrow now, a small smirk tugging your lips. “Oh is that so darling? Do tell me all that runs around that wonderful, fascinating brain of yours.”

Sitting down on the table now, you continue to watch as he works. The way he’s focused, the little tip of his tongue that peeks out. But he doesn’t forget you’re there. “For instance you could make sure I’m well fed which you do, even though I nearly forget it’s there at times. You could check up on me, and take my glasses off when I’m passed out at my work bench which you do because you tell me I work myself to death. You could sit in my lap, and let me hold you while I rest my eyes from a sheer headache before I head back into a frenzy of ingenuity. You could-“

“That’s not what I mea-“

“You could kiss me till I can’t breathe and I’d take you back right now into our bedroom so I can get a good nights sleep like you’ve been asking me to get since I set up my workshop completely these past months.” He turned to you, looking you dead in your eyes now. “What do you say my sweet, dear darling of mine?”

A soft smile pulled from ear to ear, and you closed your eyes meeting your lips with his. His hands that work his pieces so well into place slid up your back and shoulders to find its home at the back of your neck and nearly where he grasped at your ass pulling you into his lap. You folided instantly, melting into his touch. Melting into the way his lips glided against yours, your tongues and body mending together like two perfect puzzle pieces never meant to be apart, grinding both your hips in perfect rhythm together.

Soft and sweet touch, his hands tangling into the mess of your hair. Your hands falling to the locks of his silver white, and down the crevice of his shoulder blades to pull him even more closer. You didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. You could die never allowing oxygen find it’s way back into either one of your lungs as long as it meant one second more. Pants, and soft little moans left both your lips as you traded turns nibbling and biting the soft skin at each other necks and shoulders. His hands found the bareness of your own shoulders, at which he was sliding the cloth strap down and exposing your chest so he can suckle and leave his love bites all over your body. It was anywhere he can find on your skin as an empty canvas. For the love of the gods you felt like you’d snap right then and there. How sensitive and nearly unbearable this friction was, fuck-

“Percy~” Left your mouth breathlessly. He moaned against your skin in response. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Fine, fine darling.” He kissed you long and hard yet again. “Let me eat the beautiful dinner you made so I can at least have the fuel to properly take care of you.” He pushed a strain of hair behind your ear. “And fair warning, you won’t be able to make any appearance hereafter for quite some time.”

[pigeonxp]

my fav lyrics from all hell, as of my first (technically second) listen

in italics are my absolute fav lyrics of the entire album

This is not including the instrumentals as they dont have lyrics (ovbiously) but just know that they were life changing and absolutely magnificent and very very dear to me.

The Coin-Op Guillotine

☆ "Your eyes glazed over while you sat unlistening / you said your head's on fire and every thought is kindling / a tired life is a wild ride for the saddest boy on the waterslide / when the breadcrumbs only lead to where you've been"

☆ "Heart erupts and the pavement splatters / i think i'm right, i don't think it matters"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Holy Smokes (2005)

☆ "Forward, morning after, cleanse your sins inside a dock dry bath tub / between the hunt sabs, ACABs, sobbing, being sick / hearing your name in the chorus left me prostrate in the pit"

☆ "You're the only thought in my head / you're the only thought i've got left in my head"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

 A Psychic Wound

☆ "They say put him down, a sickly dog, but competition's healthy / coffee rings, a perfect circle, i appreciate the beauty / do you still have that one tattoo? / that's how it works, of course you do"

☆ "it's a psychic wound you can't conceal / closing, opening, never heals"

☆ "if you're not the one that's leaving, you're the one that's left behind"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

I. Spit; or, a Bite Mark in the Shape of the Sunflower State

☆ "I'm sure of this as i'm of you: / spit will mend the bruise"

☆ (basically the whole song. this one was life changing i fear)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Long Throes

☆ "Thought your heart was broken, but it's only yearning"

☆ "Me and my friends are sadists, backbreakers for spineless / wish 'em dead and then we'll put it in a song"

☆ "anxieties and maladies are falling out of love"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Feast of Tongues   

☆ "Swear i'd live through all of your nightmares if it meant that i could sleep okay"

☆ "I want the trust of every animal / gonna bay for the blood of those that are hurting ya / when the black cloud comes, if one flame flickers / we will feast on the tongues of the last bootlickers"

☆ "...grab you by the hips and say it's you that i'm grateful for"

☆ "To the tune of a national anthem / of a country that didn't survive / in a language i've learned and forgotten / i'll stay home, keep the garden alive"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The Order of the Seasons

☆ "While the happiness ain't certain, you know heartbreak's guaranteed" 

☆ "It's been many years, since i played a high-line / they ask you how you feel, you say "i feel fine" / the order of the seasons depends on when you're born / i start count in winter, and heading for a fall"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

To Hell in a Handjob

☆ "The Sky's a pall, our blooming bodies wilt (an endless nothing)"

☆ "There's grief within my flesh and bones / cut me, watch the sorrow flow / floating in the flood now / floating in the flood now"

☆ "Mortal joy, so close to heaven / if i'm first punch, you're two to seven"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Clown Blood; or, Orpheus' bobbing Head 

☆ "God only knows i am scurrilously making this about me"

☆ "She fucks to cum, i drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted"

☆ "Parasocial puppet master / every sucker in between / sacrificial muppet pastor / to a thousand needy teens"

☆ "Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean / i admit it takes one to know one"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

kms

☆ "No lie, i would lay down my life / for any rat in the road / yeah i, i'd lay down my life for you / depressive episode"

☆ "it's a medical condition to hold such inhibitions / second serving, sophomore slump / (so called 'cause you suffer more)"

☆ "i truly hope that both our luck is out / i'd kill myself if he won"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Moonstruck

☆ "When the light falls i illuminate / i am moonstruck, it's a welcome fate"

☆ "night takes color from the dusk now / paints it crimson in my jaw (I tumble from the pedestal)"

☆ "It's hard to find the romance / in a town not known for sunsets"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

0898 HEARTACHE

☆ "You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it"

☆ "Restored to earth, afforded a second birth / dine on my rotten fruit for years to come"

☆ "i'm mouth agape arms open wide, not to receive but crucified"

☆ "0898 HEARTACHE / you're calling me a mistake, just call me if you want a bad time / dial 0898 HEARTACHE / if you're calling me's a mistake, then tell me why we're both still on the line?"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Adult Acne Stigmata

☆ "Can you once see what you love / without imagining it gone?"

☆ "You're royal and you're flush / i'm tower, swords, and death"

☆ "Heart swells / you're so beautiful, the sky is blue / but we both know too well / it's all hell"

[shuuenka]

its me again, dropping some sunday haino doodles for random au in my brain. so here you go, deshret's grand scribe alhaitham and general mahamatra/priest cyno. get your daily dose of verbal spats, court shenanigans

random assortion of thoughts under more

political drama but there are also gods

codepended coworkers ('how am i supposed to go through another court session and general is on the week long mission again)

Cyno was killed in one of solo missions, but he made pact with Hermanubis, he brought him back to life. Cyno almost died and was washed up by the river, miraculously.

As for the pact - after Cyno's actual death, for every year alive due to this blessings, he will serve as guide for the souls and one of judges of the underworld. He does not regret choosing this pact with the god, when he was stuck in the limbo between life and death.

Cyno has a terrible scar hidden under his choker, he doesn't show it to anyone. Also he used to have dark hair, like Kasala, but after the incident his hair turned white. So he has somewhat unique standing in the order of silence.

alhaitham was the grand scribe for some time and suddently king deshret made him actually come to all court sessions and make notes

cyno and alhaitham do not get along - until they do and they make it everyone elses problem. if you can stand by the side on the court session and make snarky comments its true love

something something, love so raw and consuming; cyno considering himself walking corpse alive due to miracle, so why he should allow himself more? and if he loves and he is loved back, then what if the blessing is gone. why would he want to cause pain to the alhaitham, when the inevitable might right by the corner. what would it mean to allow that love to overflow

he doesn't want to, yet he does.

and so after paricular bloody fight, he again finds himself by the scribe's homested. he did it once before and haitham welcomed him in without a word, patched him up. so here he is again, because this place is so much better.

and haitham takes him in, as he would always let him in. to his home. to bring the pieces of cyno back together. to mend the wounds. because cyno is bigger than life, feared and revered. but he bleeds the same, hurts the same and haitham will be there to catch him when he falls on his carpet.

and then he will ask where this dance of theirs leads to. and ask cyno to take pity on his heart. and say that he loves him because its cyno and all of him makes it worth it.

[itz-stus]

Helloo!! Namasteee!!! I wanted to request for Gojo x reader, a scenario where the reader is like a huge devotee and like has done like really hard worship and got like vardan from vishnu bhagwan (Like remember that cartoon roll no. 21). And like she has like a divine power. And like in general is like really playful and calm. You get what I mean. Like in her presence, there is like pureness and mischief. But she's like always believes in what the god tells her to do. Like to be righteous. Get what I mean. Like in a fight!! Hope you respond to thiss I would love to see your take in this!!!

Ohh my god!! It was soo soo much fun to write thank you for this request anon. So I wrote is as a mix of head cannons and scenarios like little parts of Satoru's life and let me know if you'd like a part two!

Masterlist

His Devotee Lover

"I am time, today I'll narrate the story of the devotee sorcerer and her beloved Gojo Satoru…I have seen everyone from her gift to her relationship with her friends…Her honesty and devotion…I have seen through it all…every incident unfolds before me. I am Gojo as well as Geto. I am the Shibuya battlefield…This story will last till I'm am and I…I am eternal…endless…"

You were a devoted devotee of Lord Vishnu from the beginning, worshiping him wholeheartedly. Your unwavering devotion brought happiness to Lord Vishnu, who granted you a divine boon—a mighty bow. With this divine gift, you embarked on a righteous path, using the bow to protect, uphold justice, and fulfill your spiritual journey. Grateful for Lord Vishnu's blessings, you vowed to serve him faithfully and follow his guidance with the utmost loyalty.

You joined Jujutsu Tech to protect people from curses and perform exorcisms for the greater good. Your classmates included Gojo, the strongest sorcerer; Geto, a curse user; and Shoko, a remarkable healer. You underwent training together, faced potent curses, and created deep bonds while executing your objective to ensure the well-being of humanity.

You and Satoru were close from the beginning of the year in your class.

Gojo Satoru entered your dorm room early in the morning, following the sound of jingling bells. He discovered you engaged in a serene pooja, offering prayers before a grand statue of Lord Vishnu. Captivated by the scene, Gojo silently admired your devotion, recognizing the power of faith and spirituality.

You turned around after finishing "Oh, I didn't realize you were here, Satoru-kun" You smiled calmly.

God, it was something about your smile. It was just so calming that it never failed to cause havoc in his stomach

"Here, have some" You gave him the Prashad, at this point he was pretty used to this.

"Thanks, Stuti"

Your technique enamored Gojo Satoru, falling even more for you. Your playful smile carried a sense of determination, adding to your allure. The elegance and divine grace with which you exorcised the curse left him in awe. Using your bow with a calm smile, you displayed a unique blend of strength and serenity.

When you'd play with the animals in the school, he would always sneak up on you to see your graceful smile.

You played the flute under a tree, surrounded by cats and dogs. Suddenly, someone poked your shoulder, and as you turned, you discovered Gojo hiding behind the tree. It became a playful game between you two. "Oh, look who it is, my dear Satoru-kun," you chuckled as he joined you, sitting beside you.

You two could talk for hours and never get bored with each other.

You always listened to his rambling and always showed an interest in his talks. It touched his heart how much you cared for everyone. Specifically for him, Geto, and Shoko.

Even though he was not a fan of mythology but he found it so fascinating when you told him stories of Lord Krishna, Lord Ram, and so on at night.

He loved it when you always tried out new sweets with him.

As Geto was preparing to leave, he decided to visit your dormitory. Upon entering, he noticed you diligently mending and sharpening your arrows. Intrigued, he approached you, causing you to look up from your task.

"Oh, Geto-kun, when did you arrive? I didn't even notice," you chuckled, pleasantly surprised by his presence. Putting aside your work, you offered to get him a glass of water as a gesture of hospitality.

"Don't worry about it. I just wanted to meet you," Geto responded, declining your offer and emphasizing his genuine intention.

Curiosity sparked within you as you realized the significance of his visit. "I see. Is there anything I can help you with?" you asked, attentively listening to his words?

Geto took a moment, contemplating the appropriate time to ask his request. Sensing the opportune moment, he paused and proceeded, "I was wondering if now would be the right time to make these two wishes."

Recalling the previous discussion about granting wishes, you nodded, acknowledging his intent. "Oh, yes, do you want to ask them now?"

With a determined gaze, Geto revealed his first wish, his voice unwavering. "My first wish is that you would always forgive me and anyone who works for me until they have committed 10,000 crimes. However, if the crimes are similar, they won't count."

His request struck a chord within you, causing your eyes to widen. A warm smile spread across your face as you responded, "Alright, and the second?"

Without hesitation, Geto proceeded with his second wish, his resolve unyielding. "The second wish is that you won't fight against me or anyone who works for me until those crimes are complete."

The weight of his wishes did not go unnoticed, yet you remained steadfast in your principles. Understanding the gravity of your promises, you replied, "Well, since you've asked them now, I promise that until the end of time, I will follow your two wishes."

Geto, aware of your unwavering determination and commitment to honoring your promises, recognized the advantage this granted him. He noted your pledge before departing from Jujutsu Tech, knowing that you would uphold your word.

Gojo Satoru, saddened by his friend's departure, couldn't sleep that night. The sound of a soft flute outside caught his attention. He found you playing the flute under the moonlight, offering solace and connection. This encounter became a source of strength, guiding him forward.

That night he just laid on your lap hearing your peaceful voice and flute lulling him to sleep.

When Gojo was going for the fight (the one where ijichi calls him in JJK 0), he came to your as he found you sleeping soundly. The sound of the door woke you up, "Are, Satoru-kun when did you get here? Is there something I can help you with?"

He just smiled and replied, "Just wanted to know if you were free"

"Well for you I always am so what is it?"

Gojo Satoru, seeking guidance and trust, approached you and asked you to be his charioteer. He expressed his desire for someone he could rely on to keep him grounded and prevent him from losing his way.

"But Satoru-kun, Mind that in this battle I won't pick any sort of weapons or use any techniques. It'll be all on you" She sternly said

[malspinningyarns]

It’s amazing that the most adorable scene in all of Shakespeare is the flirting “Serve God, love me, and mend” scene in Much Ado About Nothing despite Beatrice and Benedick spend half of it dunking on each other (but in a fun way).

It’s so goddamn sweet.