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★  𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Angel Devil sometimes has too much on his mind to worry about, and he likes to use you to distract him from it all.

─── ☆ notes. the lack of angel devil fics are killing me rn .

─── ☆ length. 1k (8 min read) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. established relationship, comfort/not really any hurt, needy!angel, couple fluff, hair pulling, makeouts, kissing, mentions of insecurities, does not mention readers gender, suggestive ending, Angel being emotionally unavailable because thats my headcanon, a purely self indulgent fic | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

You’ll always be next to me.

Your unbothered boyfriend, Angel Devil, who you grew to understand just had a blunt demeanor and always showed his affection in the most unbothered way, could be compared to something similar to a very spoiled cat.

Especially when it came to PDA, it was usually always in his control to initiate whenever he wanted any physical compassion from you.

Cuddling into your side, crawling next to you silently, just to nod his head into your chest, placing your hand on top of his head.

The silent command had you dividing your attention between whatever you were doing and running your fingers through his hair, trying not to notice him melting into your touch.

But the moment you reached out to him whenever you wanted, he would pull away as if you were the one with the cursed touch.

There were times when he wished you would just reach out and touch him, but he just didn't want to ask for it, he craved your attention and silently yearned for you to somehow read his mind and cuddle him.

“I wanna make out with you.” The statement comes from his lips out of the blue for you, yet for Angel, he had managed to put on an entire show and act before the time your eyes could finally pull away from your phone screen. 

Crawling from the end of the bed to your lap before sluggishly straddling your hips as you laid with your back against the mattress minding your business too caught up in your phone. 

Your finger comes to a halt while scrolling through Twitter, instead shifting your phone to the left a little to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend. "Like right now?" 

Despite dating for a few months, you were convinced that you could never really get used to Angel’s forwardness when it came to certain things.

Once he got comfortable with you, he really shared how neglected he had felt in the affection and romance departments, unloading his needy side the second he knew you could handle him in all of his glory.

It was another lazy weekend you two were spending together, being comforted by each other's presence for the night just moments before Angel lost the enjoyment of channel surfing.

Given that you had no cable, there wasn't really much on TV that caught his attention on tv, his mind wandered to more entertaining ways he could entertain himself.

It was his touch-deprived nature that had gotten the best of his spirit, not knowing how to handle his sudden development of sexual desire when it came to the realization that you were the only being on earth that could touch him without coming to an unfortunate demise.

He didn't know the reason behind it, didn't know if you were mixed with anything monster related, he didn't even know if you were human. 

There was nothing that give much away when it came to your appearance as being anything but human, nor did anything stick out from the usual like horns protruding from your skull or pointy fangs.

You were just you.

His fingers dragged against your glazed brown skin, his peering, bored stare clashing against your dark, soft eyes.

He found the color so bland, yet it held such an ability to get him in a stilling trance that had his lips pressed tight and his fists clenching to control his pulse.

There was absolutely nothing about you that screamed that you were dangerous, yet you somehow managed to make him feel so odd with just one touch.

“What brought that on?” 

Angel liked it when you spoke to him in a gentle tone and dropped your phone to your chest, completely disregarding what you were doing just to give him your completely devoted attention. 

Giving him a look that told him that you were anticipating what he would say next, your eyes lingering for his every word. 

Angel didn't have much to say in response, watching as his shoulders shrugged and his body slumped forward flat against your chest. 

Brushing his long hair out of your face with a flat palm, his face tilted to the left, allowing his cheek to rest against your collarbone.

He knew he didn't always have to give a response to your questions. He liked how you would just understand whatever gesture he would give you, managing just fine enough to decode every little movement and facial expression he would use instead of always having to vocally communicate his worries all the time.

But where there was love for you, he would also have so much fear. "Do you not want to?" 

No matter how much you clung onto him, Angel still had his insecurities and fears, afraid that you would someday just snap out of it all and realize that you never really had any interest in leaving him all by his lonesome. 

You didn't comfort him vocally, instead using his way of communicating to your advantage by combing your fingers through the scalp of his hair and grabbing a handful of hair to tilt his head up.

It took some annoying neck leaning to get the angle just right to capture his lips against yours. There was no sweet, slow pace, throwing all terms of delicateness out the window once his body curled closer against you.

Angel was practically crawling on top of you just to feed the warmth that spread through his veins, the tingling sensation that had him panting from the throat, while at the same time chasing after your lips when you would pull away. 

With minds tainted with nothing but floating desire lingering for one another, it builds up more and more with each new grasp, brush, and push.

All of those negative thoughts would always fade with just the peck of your lips, stealing his breath away till all he was filled with was the love that he had for you. 

Kissing until your lips were swollen and he was left trembling for more.

Angel couldn't even remember what he was so worried about in the first place. 

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NAME: Fanged Burrow Worm

ALSO KNOWN AS: Bear trap worm

RARITY: ★★★☆☆

THREAT LEVEL: ★☆☆☆☆ | Just avoid its mouth and you’ll be totally fine!

HABITAT: The fanged burrow worm can be found in any heavily forested area. It’s allergic to the sun and therefore lives under the dense forest foliage or makes tunnels in the soil to travel through. Plentiful in the Wormwoods.

DESCRIPTION: An adult fanged burrow worm is the length of an adult giraffe's neck and the width of a standard American bear trap. Being allergic to the sun, only its pointy teeth appear above ground. The burrow worm has a mouth “flapper” that allows it to keep its mouth open, but keep unwanted pests from falling in. Fanged burrow worms are not social creatures. They will try to eat others of their kind if they meet them in the wild. Unfortunately for them, due to their slow speed, that process does normally end up with both worms dead as they have equal chance and opportunity to bite each other. Or if one does manage to get another worm in its maw, that worm will then wait to eat its way out. The fanged burrow worm reproduces the same as a hydra jellyfish. At the end of its life, it spawns a polyp that sits in moist dirt until it spawns and grows back into a fanged burrow worm. Not much is known about the process as their polyps are hard to find. 

ABILITIES: The moment a fanged burrow worm feels an acceptable prey step into its mouth, it will slam its mighty jaws closed to trap it. The eating process takes place over a few hours. Like a boa constrictor, the fanged burrow worm must slowly expand itself around its prey. Except here it has gravity on its side. It slowly drops its victim in its maw over the course of a few hours until the victim is fully engulfed. It will then take over 24 hours to fully digest. As long as nothing kills them, they are also theoretically immortal due to their reproductive method.

WEAKNESS: The delicate wormy skin of the fanged burrow worm is highly allergic to the sun. Fortunately, they rarely have exposure to it given their underground lifestyle. They may surface at night on rare occasions. Dislodging a worm from the ground during the day is likely to kill it. The fanged burrow worm lives a simple life and is not known for its intelligence – for the most part it simply sits with its mouth open. They can be killed by just about any weaponry and have never known a friend in their life.

OTHER VARIANTS:

Nobiagari: Thought to be a subspecies of the fanged burrow worm, nobiagari have developed a slightly different hunting tactic. They wait patiently underground, stretched out vertically, with only their eyes peeping up out of the dirt. When they see someone come close, the worm shoots out, using its full verticality to tower above prey of almost any height. When the person or animal inevitably looks up to get a look at the worm’s face, it seizes the opportunity to lunge for the prey’s visible throat with its sharp teeth. About 25% of nobiagari lack teeth and as such they instead wrap around their food and strangle it, like a boa constrictor.

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SENT FROM @akiiyamashun​​  ―   ( from here / accepting )

[ JACKET ]: sender notices the receiver beginning to shake after an immensely distressing incident, and removes their own jacket to wrap it around the receiver’s shoulders.

★. ―

The news was boring, but Daigo was glad for that. Flickering programs broken by bits of footage were nostalgic, and the regular broadcasts helped him keep track of the days when little else in his world did. He was sat on his couch, legs crossed and stiff back to the cushions, as he watched the screen. It was only when Akiyama  ―  fresh in from the streets of Kamurocho  ―  sat next to him that the vampire’s attention was pulled away.

          Daigo’s red eyes glowed harshly in the gloom that the ( once ) older creature preferred. His head turned toward Akiyama, and he smiled. Tips of pointed teeth and lengthy fangs were revealed with the slight parting of his lips. These alien aspects of the ex - yakuza’s appearance were unsettling at the beginning of their relationship, but now Akiyama met Daigo’s stare with an easy confidence. The vampire still startled him occasionally, though that had more to do with the lack of sound he made when he moved. Seeing that scarlet light and the gleam of Daigo’s mouth around the corner without warning was enough to make a man jump out of his skin.

          Daigo leaned in to press a light kiss to the edge of Akiyama’s jaw in greeting. An ice - cold hand settled on the loan shark’s thigh. He hovered there for a moment, seeming to gather some information that interested him. Inevitably, the vampire moved back to his previous position on the sofa. “You had ramen,” Daigo said flatly. His fingers stroked the top of the moneylender’s leg affectionately.

          Akiyama didn’t ask how his lover knew. Daigo’s sense of smell was incredible, and he often gleaned information about Akiyama’s day through the scents that clung to his breath and clothes. “I stopped at Kyushu No. 1 Star on the way here,” the loan shark affirmed. “Did you ever have their Black Tonkotsu?”

         Daigo frowned thoughtfully. “Isn’t that  .    .    .  they used the blackened garlic oil in that ramen, right? I think I liked it.”

          A warm palm settled atop Daigo’s hand and curled around it. Akiyama nodded. His next task was one that the couple had developed for the vampire’s sake. Daigo missed food. It all tasted rotten to him. Even a mouthful of water was the same as swallowing sewage. To help keep his memories pleasant, Akiyama made mental notes regarding his meals to share later. His efforts seemed to make Daigo happy, and that was enough for Akiyama to continue doing it.

        “Mhm. Think tonkotsu ramen but with thicker noodles. The garlic oil is really pungent, but it’s delicious.” The moneylender squeezed Daigo’s fingers. He ignored the pricks of sharp claws against his soft skin. “I even asked them to add extra oil to ward off any vampires that might be lurking around Kamurocho.” His teasing was answered with a fond sigh from Daigo. Akiyama chuckled when the creature’s touch slipped free and shoved into his upper arm playfully.

         Daigo erased the rest of the room that existed between them. He shifted closer to Akiyama and kissed him properly this time. The vampire’s teeth scraped Akiyama’s lips, but they didn’t draw blood. They were easier to navigate around than one might think. Daigo’s enthusiasm was met with equal gusto, and he felt his body sink in to Akiyama’s side. Their difference in height was erased with how Daigo draped over the loan shark. When they parted, Akiyama struggled to catch his breath  ―  something that Daigo took as a personal victory. The loan shark grinned at the way Daigo looked ; if he was capable of it, the vampire would have had a flushed face.

          “You’ll have to stop in tomorrow and tell them it didn’t work,” the ex - yakuza whispered. Clawed fingertips curled into the front of Akiyama’s shirt.

          Any further teasing was stopped by the sound of Daigo’s name. The vampire blinked at the realization it hadn’t come from Akiyama. He had forgotten the television was on. Another mention of ‘ Daigo Dojima ’ ( who else but him ? ) prompted the creature to look sharply at the newscast being shown. His torso pushed gently away from the loan shark.

          ‘ FIVE YEARS SINCE THE DEATH OF THE TOJO CLAN’S SIXTH CHAIRMAN ’ was emblazoned across a banner at the bottom. Daigo felt a stab to his gut at the intensity of the lettering, and his breath caught. The snippets of video interlaced with the figures discussing the events of years prior were segments from Daigo’s funeral. Portions of it had been shared for public viewing at the time. It was one of the largest events in yakuza history ; civilians were curious at the flood of individuals that came to Kamurocho for it. The reason for it being dredged back up was to announce on this broadcast tonight that the Tojo Clan would be holding a brief second memorial to mark five years since Dojima’s passing. An unusual but not wholly unexpected gesture by the Clan’s Seventh Chairman, who was surrounded by the legends Daigo left behind to lead him. 

           Aching guilt and an old, long - festering pain arose in Daigo’s center. His gaze widened as he took in the program. A flash of a photograph  ―  the face of the Clan’s Lieutenant Advisor, the Mad Dog himself  ―  made Daigo flinch. His great frame started to tremble.

          Akiyama grabbed for the remote and killed the television without a second thought. It wouldn’t do much good. The damage was done, but there was no point in adding more as far as the moneylender was concerned. Daigo wasn’t here anymore. The vampire was back at THE HARBOR. Akiyama quickly shouldered out of his famous blazer. He fanned it out around Daigo’s shoulders and scooched to the edge of the furniture to get a better look at him. 

          It was the smell. Daigo inhaled deeply in an effort to steady his spinning mind. Akiyama’s unique scent filled his senses. The striped maroon piece was rich with it. Faint cologne from the morning, sweat, the mark of Sky Finance’s couch, a hint of garlic. All that was missing was a cigarette, but Daigo knew he wouldn’t find it on the fabric. Not anymore. Akiyama had quit for his sake. The ex - yakuza felt a hand at his cheek, and he nuzzled into it. Akiyama’s voice, so layered and musical in nature, filled his sensitive ears.

          Comforting murmurs were issued. Tender reminders that it was 2017 ; that the vampire was safe ; that Akiyama was here. Daigo was drawn into the loan shark’s chest. Strong arms wound around the moneylender as the creature found the perfect way to hold onto the other. His features were buried into the curve of Akiyama’s neck. The motions were answered by Akiyama holding him in turn. He continued to talk softly in the gathered darkness as Daigo gradually calmed. Little by little, his shuddering figure relaxed into Akiyama.

          There was a wet spot on the front of the loan shark’s shirt. Daigo didn’t cry in the way that humans did. His tears were sluggish and almost black in color. They had taken to calling it blood, though neither of them were sure exactly what the substance was. It stained horribly, however, and this cloth was likely a goner. No matter : it would join the graveyard of clothing that their experimentation and sharp fangs had ruined previously.

          Once Daigo was stable, he pulled away. The coloration of his tears on pale cheeks accented his ghastly appearance. Such contrasting trails highlighted the hollowness of his face. Daigo looked gaunt. Akiyama understood what that meant. Daigo would never admit to it without being prompted, but he was HUNGRY. 

          ―  at least he was on schedule ( and that was part of the reason for Akiyama’s visit ).

          “Shun  .    .    .  ” Daigo whispered. He swallowed thickly and wiped at the ‘ blood ’ that leaked out of his eyes with his rough - textured hands. The vampire didn’t return the moneylender’s blazer quite yet. His smell was too sweet to give up.

          “Why don’t we get you something to eat?” Akiyama asked. He smiled and closed the distance in order to kiss Daigo’s lips briefly. Another distraction in a line of small things that kept the creature’s focus away from what he had seen. Daigo’s eagerness at the mention of food was reflected in the intensity that he replied to the loan shark with. Good, Akiyama thought.

          Daigo’s fingers tangled into his lover’s dark hair. He refused to let Akiyama go far at their separation. Scarlet irises glittered with excitement. The pain he registered at the newscast sat heavily in his center, but he was able to move past it. His instincts demanded the nourishment that Akiyama so generously offered.

          The vampire grinned, slanted, and that shape emphasized his fearsome hardware. “Bedroom,” he hissed. Daigo’s nails scraped at the back of Akiyama’s head. “  ―  please.”