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meathunt · 2 months ago

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Vampire dads idea :>

TW Yandere, forced transformation, in a way, kinda parental neglect?, light kidnapping ------------------.* ✶ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ✶ *.------------------ You open your eyes.

Everything is too much, the sounds, the smells, the lights. It feels like it's attacking every nerve in your being. You try to drown your discomfort by holding the ends of your soft sweater harder, is not really working, but at least it distracts you from that hollowness in your chest.

You close your eyes, leaning on the wall of the alleyway you are currently hiding in, letting the cold air of the night bring you some comfort.

It was the first time you were out of your apartment in a month, still being able to remember the night your life went to shit.

You were just finished the shift that you traded with a coworker, making decent money as a waiter in an upscale restaurant. And you were happy to go back to your apartment and proceed to past out on your bed.

That's when the sensation of being watched started. But you were in an active part of town, so you decided to just speed up your pace to get home and don’t really worry about it. After all, who would try to attack you with so many people around?

You felt confident on that decision, until someone grabbed your arm, and trying to look at the one doing it was the last thing you remember for a while. Next thing you knew you were sitting at a bar, in front of a drink that smelled way more flammable than drinkable.

You were just about to get up when a smooth voice captured your total attention. "Hey sweets, finish your drink, weren't you thirsty?" for some reason you couldn't really focus on the strangers face. But their eyes, those deep wine eyes stayed with you.

Swallowing, you thought your throat was very dry, and next thing you knew, you were downing a drink once, twice, until you lost count of how many glasses you had. When you next regained awareness you were in your bed, and everything was spinning.

"I think you are nice and ready for me Sweets?" The nice voice was with you, and something cold was sneaking around your chest, and it grabbed at the collar of your shirt, playing with it before tearing it open.

"A sweet lil' drink, just for me, how lucky" and with that, you felt your neck being stabbed twice, two sharp things buried themselves on you, and an explosion of pain assaulted your senses, your mouth locked in a silent scream as you could feel how your cheeks dampened by the tears and cold sweat from the pain.

A chilling coldness started to envelop you from your core, and slowly grew, overtaking every part in your body.

Weakly trying to fight the person on top of you, but being unable to do much, and the last thing you heard before being swallowed by darkness was a mocking laugh. .* ✶ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ✶ *.

The next time you woke up it felt terrible, your whole body hurt, and you felt in a constant state of fever, with a killer headache to seal the deal.

Everything felt too much, the clothes on you felt like sandpaper caressing your skin, you swear you could hear the water flowing in the pipes on the walls, the sunlight coming from your window felt way too bright and hot. It was overwhelming, but worst of all there was this hollowness in your chest that was growing and threatening to swallow you whole.

Something important was missing. You knew it in your bones but you couldn't determinate what. And that sensation was all consuming. Small sobs escaped from your dry throat and a broken kind of chirp came from your chest.

Just once.

And there was no answer.

That fact destroyed your declining mental state. Suddenly those strange sounds were cutting between your wails growing more desperate by the second.

The weird animal instinct inside you grew desperate for an answer that never came, you weren't sure how long you stayed there crying your eyes out until you tired yourself out enough to fall asleep. .* ✶ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ✶ *.

The next few weeks were nothing short from hell on earth.

Soon you felt hungry, and trying to stand up was a task of its own, you felt like you lost control of your motor skills, at the point that it felt like you were re-learning how to walk.

When you finally reached the kitchen, the humming of the refrigerator grating on your ears, and the smell of food both overwhelming and alluring to you. Almost in animal desperation you ate the left overs you had with gusto. When you felt satiated enough your eyes started to feel heavy.

That broken chirp coming back against your wishes, and a new wave of sadness enveloped you. A constant "scared, scared, alone" in the back of your mind. Dragging your tired body back to your bed while the tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. Picking a faint scent in one of the pillows in your bed, and your body launched itself to it. Bringing that stupid voice in the back of your mind to a stop. Some kind of relief washing down you, and with shaking hands you hugged the pillow closer, almost instantly falling asleep. .* ✶ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✧ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ✶ *. At some point of the week you accidentally destroyed your phone, too loud with pre-programmed alarms, it didn't survive being thrown at a wall.

It wasn't until the middle of the second week that things stopped being so overwhelming to the point of freezing you in place. Now they were just overwhelming enough to give you problems thinking, count your blessings right?

You decided to get rid of the uncomfortable clothes you were in, choosing a soft and fluffy sheep themed pajama that you usually saved for when it was really cold outside. But that cutesy white texture was the only thing in your closet that didn't make you want to crawl out of your own skin, plus it gave you some kind of comfort.

By the end of that week a thirst was starting to grow on you, but it didn't matter what you drank it wasn't satiated.

That was until the end of third week when you tried to cook something for yourself, it was a complete disaster. And you didn't finish even cooking the vegetables.

But after a crying fit you realized something smelled...... nice.

An odd thing to notice when you failed so miserably at cooking anything substantial, but trying to follow that lead you ended up in front of the block of raw meat that was finishing de-frosting on the counter. Its mere sight disgusted you, but your body was telling you to eat it, that you needed you satiate the thirst.

You resisted, even from the cloud that currently was your mind you started to think that you were starting to lose your mind to even consider doing it.

You cracked at the beginning of the fourth week, the thirst being just too much. Accompanied by pains all around your body and a realization of how sensitive your teeth and fingers started to become.

At the end of the fourth week you felt very out of it.

The scent that you found on your first week was completely gone from the pillow, a fact that every time you remember, you started to tear up about it.

Your food supply also slowly started to disappear until you had to resort to eating raw vegetables. Something that definitely was not sitting right in your stomach, if puking that morning was any sign.

That bring you to your predicament.

Looking like you were sick, your skin being flushed but looking very pale, your legs shivering from trying to stand up for a long amount of time. Red and puffy teary eyes that weren't focusing correctly on your environment. Hiding in an alleyway in your pajamas because you tried to go to the store to buy more food, but underestimated how overwhelming everything outside was.

The sights, the voices, the new smells made you feel very on edge and anxious.

Like you weren't safe.

Like you were lost.

Like you were so terribly alone.

That stupid sound bubbling inside you, while you tried to contain it. Biting your tongue and pushing it down as best you could. It's easy, you reminded yourself, just one foot in front of the other, and to go back to your apartment, food can wait till tomorrow.

While you were trying to hype yourself up, a sudden, overwhelming feeling started to cover you. As if you were being watched. Your breathing hitched and you tried to scan your surroundings to no avail. You can't hear anything out of the normal thing you were already hearing, but you are sure you felt something near you.

A sound cached your attention, but before you could even try to look for the direction it came from, someone grabbed you and pushed you against the end of the alleyway.

"Do they not teach you new-bloods any manners?"

A towering figure stands before you, broad shoulders and wavy dark blond hair, a full beard adorning an intimidating face. You can make out some scars in the hand that holds you by the collar of your shirt. Deep amber eyes pin you in place.

He has an air on him that screams danger.

The voice in your head telling you that you are completely outmatched by this man, internally screaming danger, danger, alone, scared, help-

"Hey, I'm talking to you" He says with an authoritative tone, making you snap out of your inner monologue and instinctively coil on yourself, or at least attempt to. His hand goes to your chin. Forcing your head to the side to get a better look at your neck “Really, who even is your maker-“

His eyes stay stuck looking at the fading mark that is barely visible at this point where the bite mark was made. You can feel him gaze scanning you from head to toe once more, and his grip on your collar started to soften.

He starts asking you more questions, one right after the other about things you don’t understand, too overwhelmed by everything happening, the adrenaline that was rushing through your body starting to disappear, the situation eerily similar at the one with the man that did this to you.

Your eyes filled with tears and those chirps came back full force, mixing with your whimpers and sobs.

Those sounds took the man by surprise, his eyes turning more soft and he let go of your shirt completely, and proceeds to lift you, cradling you to his chest and rubbing circles while shivers wreck your frame, your sobbing turning to all out wailing. “Hey, hey buddy it’s okay. I’m sorry if I scared you, I wasn’t expecting a kid like you being here all alone. Hell, you shouldn’t be here, period”

You feel terrified of this man, threatened even, but it has been so long since someone held you like this, your instincts fighting between the longing for security and comfort with the consuming fear of someone that you don't know getting closer to you. At the end you go almost in autopilot, nuzzling into his chest while trembling like a leaf.

He takes out his cellphone and starting to walk out of the alleyway. He calls someone, but you feel a bit out of it to really understand what was being said, just small parts, Thomas…surprise.... abandoned.... home..., drowned by the sounds of everything around you.

Yeah, you would like to go home, the sounds of the streets in the middle of the night are getting to you, and in reflex you try to hide deeper into the man's chest. A hand comes, running his fingers in your hair while he finishes his call.

"It's okay buddy, we are getting you somewhere safe" You feel tempted to trust him.

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After what feels like a blink you land on a balcony.

You feel less overwhelmed, this place is way more quiet, without overly bright lights or overwhelming sounds and smells, just the lingering scent of the man carrying you and another one that makes you squirm in place.

Now that your mind feels a bit clearer. You don't even know the name of the guy that has been carrying you around like you weighted nothing.

"H-hey, uhm.." your voice feels scratchy from disuse. He turns to look at you, and smiles. before you can ask he answers" Elias" "What?" "My name, I'm Elias Cromwell, sorry little thing I haven't asked, what's your name?" He asks softly

You are a bit taken by surprise at being spoken so nicely from the guy that gave you quite a fright when you first encountered him. " I'm (Y/N). Can I ask, err, where are we?"

"Well kiddo, we are at my house. And you" He boops your nose "Are about to meet someone very special"

Elias slides the glass door to enter the house and instinctually you straighten up, the second scent that doesn't belong to Elias feels even more oppressive. You cling harder to him, almost clawing at his back, looking up at him in fear.

“Well, who is this cutie Elias?” A warm voice speaks from behind you, and you feel someone going to pick you up from Elias arms. You instantly start squirming in place, those annoying broken chirps start once again, you are scared, you just found someone to hold on to, and that security is being taken away from you, the tears start forming in your eyes, you hold on to Elias’s shirt while trying to bury your face into the crook of his neck “Woah! Hey buddy”. The tears start to prickle your eyes, for some reason you are way more emotionally sensitive than usual, and that little scare is almost enough to throw you into a crying fit. “Everything is okay kiddo, it’s just a friend, remember?”. After a bit of silence without an answer you hear the other person sigh and start walking away. You almost feel relieved until Elias starts to follow them. After a minute of walking, enough for you to, somewhat, calm down, you hear a door opening and you enter into a room, if outside felt that it wasn’t very bright, in here is way dimmer, just one light that give out a warm soft glow to the room, but not enough to really see well your surroundings. Elias sits on the center of the room and you feel the presence of his friend getting near you, a cold hand starts to softly scratch at your head, making you try to bury yourself deeper into Elias arms “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you. Could you let me get a look at you?” The second voice asks.

You shake your head no, but feel how Elias starts to lower you down, you chirp again in a panic trying to hold on again, but before you can even try, a cold hand grabs yours while you are being sat on the soft floor. “There, there” Thomas hand comes up your cheek cleaning your tears as they fall. “There is nothing to be afraid of honey” He lets go of your hands and bring his hand to cradle your face, making you look up at him, he is smaller than Elias, slimmer too, long strawberry blonde hair framing an elegant face, a fanged smile directed at you, his eyes feel like they are swallowing you up, that bright vivid red almost shinning in the dim room, it makes the instincts in you try to get away, but his gentle hold turns a bit more forceful, holding you in place. “I know you are feeling fussy baby, but you need to start behaving, I won’t have any of my children behaving like brats” That gets you to freeze for a second, what does that mean? His child? But you are an adult! “Really, you should be grateful” He continues, not really carrying about the look of fear that crosses your eyes. “It’s obvious the vampire that was taking care of you, was doing a poor job at it. Just look at you! Almost just skin and bones” You did feel like you lost some weight, a bit expected seeing how your diet ended up the last weeks. “But everything is okay now” Elias says behind you, and pushes you a bit so you end up in Thomas lap. “You are home after all” Thomas says while hugging you.

You want to fight, you really do, but you are so tired, you have already been having a bad time on your own, and all the emotions from tonight are getting to you. The small voice in your head relishes in the fact that you are not alone anymore, even if you don’t know the people that are holding you so sweetly, but that can be a problem for the future you. The present you can feel their eyes start to become heavy and with a hand guiding your head to the crook of Thomas neck you decide that maybe a nap can take priority in this situation. Completely unaware of the smiles adorning the faces of the two vampires holding you, having at last found the perfect little addition for their small family.

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#yandere #platonic yandere #parental yandere #soft yandere #yandere blog #yandere vampire #male yandere #familial yandere #tw infantilization #thats my first time posting my writting haha #so hope you all enjoy ^^#YanVampDads #Elias OC #Thomas OC #Mhunt storybook

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vacationbimboschool · 4 months ago

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No room for professionalism (p.2)

Part 1

Content: oral (male receiving), penetration, breeding kink.

Words: 2.5K

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It had been two days since your meeting with Professor Riddle after class, and yet, you couldn’t seem to shake him from your thoughts, eagerly anticipating your next encounter later that afternoon.

You sat at your vanity, gazing into the mirror as your mind wandered to him—reminiscing about how he had made you feel. A thought formed within you; you would put on a bit of a performance for him today. You would make an extra effort to look your best for his class in hopes he would let you touch him this time.

As you walked down the hallway, you could sense the gazes directed your way—the subtle admiration of your silky hair, the artful application of your makeup, and the undeniable attention to your skirt, that was perhaps a touch too short.

You entered the classroom to find that Professor Riddle had yet to arrive, seizing the opportunity to claim a seat in the front row, ensuring that you would capture his attention as soon as he entered. While you waited, you observed a group of Slytherin boys, all of whom had their eyes fixed on you. However, it was one particular boy who, with a certain boldness, dared to approach and sit beside you. You met his gaze with a smile, a plan forming in your mind.

Finally, Professor Riddle entered the room, setting his books down on the desk and preparing for the lecture ahead. As he reached for his wand to begin the class, his gaze fell upon you, and in that instant, his heart seemed to sink. It wasn’t just your appearance—remarkable as it was—but also the sight of the boy sitting next to you, clearly attempting to flirt, and worse yet, it appeared you were indulging him.

You were fully aware that his eyes were fixed on you, yet you chose to continue playing your little game, leading the boy beside you on with your laughter and casual gestures, twirling your hair as if nothing were amiss.

"Hm," Professor Riddle cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the entire room. "Shall we begin?" His gaze, however, remained fixed on you.

Focusing on his lecture proved challenging, as your mind was consumed with the subtle art of provoking his jealousy. The boy beside you leaned in, whispering soft nothings in your ear, each remark coaxing a delighted giggle from you. Things escalated further when he placed his hand on your thigh, and you responded with a coy smile.

A scowl darkened Riddle’s features as he observed the boy’s hand resting on your upper thigh. An unsettling jolt of anger coursed through him, tightening in his stomach as he gripped the podium for support. He couldn’t look away, watching intently as the boy whispered in your ear, relishing the sound of your laughter in response to his trivial jokes. Tom’s jaw clenched in frustration as he struggled to maintain his composure, his gaze lingering on you even as he endeavored to continue with the lecture.

The moment you had been anticipating finally arrived with the toll of the bell. The boy beside you rose, extending his hand to assist you in standing, but you swiftly declined, offering a half-hearted excuse that you needed to remain after class to retake a test.

As the last student filtered out of the room, Professor Riddle calmly drew his wand, turning to lock the door with a quiet, deliberate motion.

Keeping his gaze away from you, Tom muttered “You’ve really tested me today y/n. If you were anyone else, I’d have given you a detention for that.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him approach you.

He leaned in closer, his eyes trailing over your body, his gaze lingering on your thigh where the boy had touched you earlier

"You enjoyed that, didn't you? Having him touch you right in front of me." He said, his voice dripping with jealousy

Your eyes flickered with desire as you flashed him a slight smile, “perhaps, sir.”

Tom clenched his jaw, his irritation growing at your response. He took a step closer, his body now only inches away from yours. He reached out and placed his hand on the desk you sat at, before scoffing "You're such a tease, you know that?"

“And what do you plan on doing about it, Professor?” You jokingly scoffed

His eyes darkened as he heard you, noticing you were still confident about your plan. Tom's hand slid up your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I could keep you here all night, locked in my office." He said, his voice full of desire.

Your lips parted just a little as you studied his features, fully aware that you were flirting with danger. And yet, that danger felt irresistibly thrilling.

Rising from your seat, Tom's gaze lingered on you, tracking your every movement as you approached and positioned yourself before him; His eyes taking over your body as you placed your hands on his chest, his own hands moving to grip your hips

"Being so bold for me, hm?." He said, his voice rough with desire as he pulled you closer to him

“Anything for you," you replied, a subtle bite of your lip betraying the hint of anticipation in your tone.

Tom’s fingers were digging into your hips as he held you close to him "You drive me crazy, you know that?."

“Believe me, I know” you stated in a teasing tone as you ran your hands down his torso.

Tom exhaled softly, his gaze fixed on you with intense focus. He knew, with increasing certainty, that he could no longer hold back—your every movement only intensified his desire. He leaned in, his mouth hovering above yours “you keep that up and I won’t be able to control myself” his tone filled with dominance.

Two words were all it took for him to be all over you.

“Then don’t” you whispered as your hands reached the waistband of his pants.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the anticipation before finally closing the distance between you. His lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss as your hands tangled in his hair, making him let out a quiet moan.

Tom's hands roamed over your body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every inch of it.

“Get on your knees” Riddle demanded, breaking away from the kiss

“As you wish, sir” you said as you lowered yourself to your knees and carefully unfastened the buttons of his trousers, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

"That's a good girl. You look so pretty on your knees for me." He remarked, his hand moving to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands

His breath hitched as you pulled down his boxers, revealing his erection. He let out a low sigh as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire

"Look at you, so eager to please me. You're just aching for my cock, aren't you?"

You said nothing in reply; instead, you reached for his length, delicately slapping it on your tongue all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

Riddle’s eyes widened as you teased him with your tongue, the sight of you kneeling before him, looking up at him with those innocent eyes, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Fuck, darling. You're driving me crazy."

you swirled your tongue around his dick, making Tom let out a guttural moan as you took him in your mouth, his grip on your hair tightening even further. He let his head fall back, his eyes closing in pleasure as you began to move your mouth on him

"Oh, that's it, love. Just like that. You're doing so well for me." Tom praised.

The way he spoke to you, even as you stood in such a vulnerable position, filled your stomach with butterflies.

As you moved your head back and forth, you felt yourself needing some sort of release. His eyes snapped open as he watched you dip your hand under your skirt while using the other to stroke what your mouth couldn’t take.

"Ah, so naughty. You can't even wait until I give you permission to touch yourself, can you?" Tom said, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

You continued your movements until a sudden thought crossed your mind, causing you to stop abruptly.

Tom’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he saw you stop. “Why’d you stop?” He questioned, grabbing your chin so you’d look up at him.

“Need you to finish in me” you stated breathlessly.

Tom's breath hitched at the sound of your words, his grip on your chin tightening as he gazed down at you, his expression a potent blend of possessiveness and longing.

"You're going to be the death of me. How could I possibly say no to that?" he murmured, his hands gently pulling you to your feet before lifting you effortlessly and placing you on the table where you'd been seated just an hour earlier during his lecture.

Tom smirked at your eagerness, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He pulled it up over your head, revealing your bare torso to him.

"Such a needy little thing. Always so eager for me, aren't you?" He said, his hands roaming over your skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake

His fingers traced the outline of your bra before unhooking it and discarding it to the side. "Such a good girl. Always so obedient for me." He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, his hands cupping your breasts as you moaned.

He continued to tease and kiss your skin, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of you, but at this point you were impatient and all you wanted was for him to fill you up.

“Just- fuck me already.” You demanded, a wave of shame washing over you as you realized just how desperate you were.

"Oh, I plan on it, love. But first..." He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "Turn around for me."

You raised an eyebrow, uncertainty flickering in your gaze, but you obeyed the command, following his instructions without hesitation, arching your back so he has a full view of your ass

His hands moved to grip your hips firmly “you’re such a tease.” Tom smirked, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you closer to him, his hands slowly moving up your body, tracing along your sides before settling on your breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.

You bit your lip in anticipation, your mind swirling with all the things you hoped he would do to you as he slowly moved his hand up your thigh, his fingers tracing a path closer and closer to your center.

"I want to hear how much you need me to fill you up." He demanded, his voice dripping with desire, his fingers finally reaching your center. He teased you with light touches, enjoying the way your body reacted to his touch

Holding back didn’t feel like an option as you moaned to his touch, his fingers moving faster against you.

“I- I need you inside me. Please. Fill me up and make me yours” you begged desperately.

Riddle smirked in approval, "Oh, love. You're going to drive me crazy with your begging. But don't worry, I'm going to make sure you feel every inch of me." He assured, the grip on your hips tightened as he positioned himself at your entrance, his body pressed against yours.

He began to slowly thrust into you, taking his time to savor the feeling of being inside you "Is this what you wanted? To feel me filling you up?”

You felt all of him as he thrusted into you. “Fuck. You’re so big” you moaned, shocked about how good it actually felt, feeling him in your stomach.

Tom chuckled at your words, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you

"And you're so tight. You feel so good around me, love. Like you were made for me."

His movements were excruciatingly slow, you had been waiting so long for this, and the anticipation made each passing second feel like a form of torture, you needed more.

“Sir- faster please…” You began to move your hips against him, hoping for more friction.

"You're such a good girl for asking nicely. I'll give you anything you want." His smirk widening at the sound of you calling him sir.

His hands guided your head firmly down onto the table, while his grip tightened around your wrists, pulling them behind your back, forcing your face to press against the surface. He began to increase his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder.

The wet sounds coming from both of you made your body feel hot, your face still on the table as you screamed his name, each movement eliciting more and more moans from you.

“That's it. Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel." Tom groaned, his usually immaculate hair now disheveled, a damp strand falling across his sweaty forehead as he leaned down and began to kiss and bite your neck, marking you as his.

You felt his dick twitch inside you as he got closer and closer to the finish line, the sensation driving you insane.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so close.” You whimpered as your legs started shaking.

“Go on then, come for me. Let me feel you." He whispered, his lips still glued on your neck.

Those words were all it took for you to come, a rush of ecstasy taking over your body as your juices surrounded the base of his length.

He grunted as he felt you clench around him, the feeling of your orgasm sending him over the edge.

He continued to thrust into you a few more times, using you for his own pleasure before spilling himself inside you, filling you up just like you wanted.

Both of you breathed heavily, taking a moment to regain your composure. He gently turned your body to face him, his eyes taking in the sight—your hair disheveled, the lipstick you once wore now gone, and you utterly breathless.

God, how he loved seeing you like this

Tom glanced at the clock, noting the late hour. He knew the other students were likely heading back to their dormitories. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he bent down, retrieving your bra and shirt from the floor, carefully helping you into them once more.

Your gaze stayed fixed on him as his slender fingers carefully buttoned up your shirt. You couldn’t help but marvel at the contrast—how, in one moment, he could ruin you completely, and in the next, be the very picture of a gentleman; it made your heart feel warm.

He straightened himself out, buttoning his pants with deliberate care. You rose to your feet, running your hand over the fabric of your skirt to smooth out the wrinkles, making yourself look more composed.

After regaining your composure, you both stood in silence, eyes locked. Then, with a gentle touch, he placed his hand on your hair, leaning down to kiss your forehead—such a tender, affectionate gesture.

"Goodnight, my love," Tom whispered, his expression soft, yet still carrying that unmistakable authority.

“Goodnight, sir”

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kaisntbreathing · 1 year ago

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𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐗 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

❝ 𝔒𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡.❞

PART ONE & PART TWO

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐓.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐕𝐈O𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒P𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. "𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃" 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Your blood ran cold at the sight presented infront of you as you saw your husband Adam through the glowing orb showing you him clutching his chest as he struggled to fight back as the king of hell himself, Lucifer beat the shit out of him as you felt your mind reeling as your mind flooded with loud thoughts as your mind screamed at you to help him but your body refused to act, you knew you were strictly forbidden to ever go down to Hell, unless you were given special permission, but you didn't have any time to go ask you needed to move.

Everything seemed to slow as you felt your two spinning halos float around your head as your six wings fluttered as they unfolded from your back as your gut turned inside you as you trembled as you finally managed to force your body to move as you rushed out of your office down the hallways as fast as your wings could take you.

"I'm comming Adam, please hold on."

A few hours earlier

You walked down the clean, marble floors of Heavens "council" building as your heels clicked against the marble floors echoing as you made your way towards the large door with the name "Archangel Y/n" .

You entered your large clean office as you kicked the door shut behind you as you sighed you snapped your fingers as a glowing light swirled around the room as it form into a glowing orb, as you peered into it seeing your beloved husband and the other exorcists flying towards the portal to Hell.

You and Adam's earlier conversation rang out through your head as you heard his voice saying in his usual egotistical attitude.

"I'll be fine sugartits, I love you".

Back to the present

You sprinted down the halls as your heels clicked loudly as you ran towards the main room as you bursted through the two large double doors as you looked up at the portal to hell as your large white wings outstretched as you took off, you felt your head spin as you feared you'd be too late as you were breaking a really big rule but you didn't care your husband needed you.

You quickly emerged out on the other side of the portal as you scanned the area as you saw all the death, chaos, and bloodshed as there were dead angels everywhere and their golden blood was splattered everywhere.

As you flew towards the explosions and gunshots you saw the fight as you saw Adam, bloody and bruised and his mask was completely shattered revealing his handsome face as you saw Lucifer and his daughter flying towards him as you moved as you felt your halos almost shake with anger and fear.

As you collided with Lucifer he dropped his daughter as you landed infront of Adam as your six pairs of wings outstretched to shield him as your true form came through.

Your wings and arms had many pairs of eyes and you had curled horns and inbetween your two horns was a blue fire as you stared down Lucifer with a iron and fierce gaze as your hands shook from adrenaline, fear, and anger.

You suddenly felt your husband grab your wrist gently as you turned to face him he looked up at you with a confused look as he knew you weren't allowed down here.

"Y-Y/n... Y-you can't be here, you shouldn't be here go bac-"

You shut him up as you looked at him with your blazing eyes, he'd never seen you so angry nor had he ever seen your true form until now, you were much taller then you normally were as your halos overcrossed above your head as they floated and softly glowed.

"I'm not leaving, I don't care if I'll be punished. I'm not letting my husband die."

As you looked back at Lucifer you both glared at eachother, you both were very powerful beings and you knew you could hold your own against him but you were unsure if you could win, as you growled lowly at him as your eyes were glowing with your wrath as your body felt hot and tingly.

"You'll kill me before you touch him."

Your voice was deeper then usual as you growled and spoke through your clentched teeth as your hands balled into fists as you snapped your fingers as your large scythe appeared in your hands the blade glowed and pulsed with a blessing spell as you stood tall and protectively infront of Adam.

"Dad, she's an archangel...Be careful"

The blonde demon girl said to Lucifer as she looked at you in awe but also fear as you radiated a very overwhelming presence as your magic was almost suffocating.

You felt your eye twitch in anger as your hands clentched tightly into fists as your hands trembled as your magic flowed through the air around you as you tightened your grip on your weapon as you lowered your ice cold glare.

For what felt like an eternity you and Lucifer we're locked in a intense staring match as neither of you moved, waiting for the other to react first as you saw something moving in your peripheral vision as you spun around seeing a small one eyes demon holding a small angelic dagger as you snarled as she looked up at you as she scurried away.

As you kept your eyes on Lucifer and their surroundings you both knew if you both fought it would definitely result in a lot of destruction and death, but you didn't care.

You were going to fucking die before you let anyone touch your husband.

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