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danikamariewrites · 11 months

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can i please request one where it’s azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,

” i’ve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? ”

” it’s my wedding ring ”

and her jaw drops bc she didn’t know he even had a lover.

” who is she? do i know her? what is she like? ”

he smiles faintly and says:

” her name is y/n and she isn’t a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you don’t know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- ”

” YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? ”

he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader snd their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks you in the mating bond if it’s okay to bring her, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells her he’ll pick them all up tonight. You meet feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.

” how did i not know this, i feel bamboozled ” feyre asks rhysand

” don’t worry i didn’t know for s long time either, Az is a very private person, he’s still a mystery sometimes, and i’ve known him for over 500 years” rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🥹😍

I’m Married

Azriel x reader

A/n: Az would casually drop “I’m married”

Warnings: none

Azriel rips his leather gloves off, dropping them on the kitchen island. The leather making a smacking sound against the marble. He laid his palms flat on the cool surface. Looking down, he smiled at the simple silver band on his ring finger with your name and the date of your wedding engraved on the inside.

His smile widened knowing that you were waiting for him to come home. All he had to do was fill out one more report for Rhys and then he could hold you in his arms.

Feyre walked into the kitchen humming a light tune, breaking Azriel away from his daydream of you. “Hi Azriel,” she said in that sweet caring tone. She walked passed him, lightly patting his shoulder. Azriel covered her hand with his ring clad one.

She grabbed Azriel’s hand to inspect his ring. “I’ve never really seen you wear jewelry but you always wear this. What is it?” A curious smile pulling at her lips. “Oh, it’s my wedding ring.” Feyre’s face falls into shock.

“What?” Azriel looks at her unsure what to say. “Erm,” “What!? You’re married! Since when? Who is she? Do I know her? Can I meet her?”

Azriel smiles at his over excited friend. Holding Feyre’s shoulders Azriel let’s out a small laugh. “I will tell you all about her if you want.” She nods rapidly and takes a seat at the island. Resting her chin in her hand Feyre looks up at Azriel excitedly.

“Her name is y/n. She isn’t like us, she’s more calm and…well I don’t know exactly how to describe it. She’s just perfect. We live just outside the city. I built the house but it was her vision. Our five year old daughter-“

“You have daughter! Azriel how are you keeping this from us?” The Shadowsinger shrugs, “I’m not keeping this from all of you. Only Cass and Rhys know.”

“Ok,” she says exasperated, “I want to meet them. Please stay for dinner tonight and bring y/n and your daughter. If that’s ok with her.” She quickly adds. Not wanting Azriel to feel bullied into sharing you. “I will ask.” Feyre squeals with excitement jumping from her seat to embrace Azriel.

Closing his office door he let out a nervous sigh. Azriel knew you’d say yes. But he was just so used to keeping you to himself, he was t ready to share you with his friends. Yes you have your own friends but this is completely different.

He knew this day would come though. After a hundred years it was inevitable. Plus it would be wrong to keep his little Malin from her cousin.

You could sense Azriel’s indecisiveness down the bond. Sending love down the bond made him feel lighter and better about asking you to the River House for dinner. “I can’t wait to see you my love.” Your soothing tone sounded through the bond.

Relaxing into his leather chair Azriel smiled to himself again. “I miss you. So much baby.” Azriel pauses before asking you. “How would you feel about coming to the River House for a small dinner tonight? And brining Malin too.” “I would love to! Do I finally get to meet Feyre?”

Your excitement calmed his nerves. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Rhys watched with amusement as Feyre rushed around the dinning room straightening out the napkins and plates. “Everything has to be perfect!” She said. “Darling, y/n is going to love you. It’s ok if one napkin corner is slightly crooked she won’t think less of you.”

She stopped, dropping her head as she gripped the back of one of the chairs at the table. Probably trying to get it as straight as possible too. “I know, I know. I just want her to be comfortable here.” Rhys walked over to her and pulled his mate into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “You’re so sweet darling.”

A knock and the front door opening had the pair breaking apart as Feyre rushed to foyer. Azriel had his back turned. Feyre cleared her throat and Azriel faced her and Rhys. Revealing a beautiful female holding a child on her waist.

You smiled at Feyre as you placed Malin on the ground. “It’s so nice to finally meet you Feyre. Everything you’ve done…thank you.” The two of you quickly walked to meet in the middle and embrace. “I’m so happy to finally meet you too y/n.”

Letting go Feyre crouches down to Malin’s height. “And you must be Malin. It’s so nice to meet you.” Malin curtsies. “It’s lovely to meet you High Lady Feyre.” She giggled and lightly pinched Malin’s cheek.

Azriel crouched down next to his daughter. “Mal, Feyre is your aunt. She’s married to uncle Rhys remember?” She nods her little head.

Nyx came running into the room followed by Cassian. “Nyx I want you to meet someone.” Rhys held out his hand to his son. Nyx took it as he looked around curiously as he stops in front of Malin. “Hi. We’re cousins.” She says excitedly.

The little boys eyes go wide and his eyes find her wings. “You have wings too! Wanna see my toys?” She nods and the pair run off. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your hand coming to rest on your barley there bump. You were four months along now with your and Az’s second child.

“Let’s go to the sitting room. Can I get you a drink?” Feyre links her arm with yours. “Water would be wonderful.” Sitting on a love seat next to Azriel Cassian comes over planting a kiss on your head and ruffling your hair. “It’s good to see you kid.” “You too Cass.”

“And how’s little Cassian?” You roll your eyes at him. “Cassian. We talked about this I’m not naming my child after you.”

As you banter back and forth with Cassian and Azriel, Feyre taps on Rhys’s mental shields. “Why did Az keep y/n a secret? Why don’t all of you know about her?” Rhys gave her a sympathetic frown from his seat across the room. She sounded dejected by the lack of trust between her and the Shadowsinger.

“Azriel keeps them secret to keep them safe. He has the most dangerous job out of all of us and Mother forbid an enemy found them. He would be distraught. He has many secrets my darling. Not even I know them all and it’s been over 500 years.”

Feyre sighs, holding your glass of water. She was happy for Azriel though. You clearly made him very happy. And the way he looks at Malin…gods that how her and Rhys look at Nyx. Azriel leans over to kiss your cheek and Feyre swears she had never seen him so relaxed and boyish.

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muiitoloko · 6 days

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Hi! I adore your fic. Can you write about Antoine Richis/fem.reader ( nc17,21) ? Please😍🥰😘

Title: A Secret Beneath

Summary: In the shadows of a grand estate, a maid and her master, Antoine Richis, hide their forbidden love, navigating a web of passion, jealousy, and the impossibility of their desires.

Pairing: Antoine Richis × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Possessiveness, obsession, jealousy.

Author's Notes: Honestly, when I got the request for Antoine, I was totally stumped on what to write. So, I just went with the flow and hoped for the best! 😅 I’ll admit, it’s not my finest masterpiece, but I was satisfied enough to hit that ‘post’ button. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

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For months, you had been living a secret life in Antoine Richis' grand estate. To everyone else, you were simply a maid—dutiful, obedient, and invisible in the grand scheme of things. But behind closed doors, when the world was shrouded in darkness and silence, you were something else entirely. You were Antoine's secret, his forbidden indulgence, the woman who had unwittingly breached the walls of his carefully controlled world.

Your relationship with Antoine had started almost innocently—an unspoken tension, stolen glances, a lingering touch that lasted a heartbeat too long. It wasn't long before that tension boiled over into something physical, something neither of you could resist. Antoine was a man of power, of composure, but when it came to you, he was something else—hungry, desperate, and possessive in ways that left you breathless.

It was a dangerous game, one that both thrilled and terrified you. Antoine was not just any man; he was wealthy, influential, and bound by the rigid expectations of his status. He could never acknowledge what you had in the light of day. To the world, you were beneath his notice—a maid, a woman of no consequence. But in the privacy of his study, his chambers, or wherever else he decided to take you, you were everything he desired.

Tonight was no different. You had been summoned to his study under the guise of bringing him his nightly brandy. The heavy oak door had barely closed behind you before Antoine had you pressed against the wall, his lips crashing down on yours with a force that took your breath away. It was a kiss filled with urgency, with the desperation of a man who had denied himself for far too long.

He had stripped you of your dress with practiced ease, his hands rough and impatient as they roamed over your bare skin. There was no tenderness in his touch tonight, only raw, unfiltered need. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, filled with the hunger that always lurked just beneath his carefully controlled exterior. “You drive me to madness.”

You whimpered under his touch, your body responding instinctively to the roughness of his hands, the heat of his breath against your skin. Antoine was not gentle, not tonight. He was a man on the edge, and you were the only thing that could pull him back. He spun you around, pressing your chest against the cold surface of his desk, his hands gripping your hips with a force that left bruises.

“You’re mine,” he hissed in your ear, his voice laced with a possessiveness that made your heart race. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. It was a truth you had come to accept, even as you knew that what you had could never last. Antoine would never truly be yours, not in the way you wanted. But in these stolen moments, in the darkness where no one could see, you could pretend that he was.

Antoine’s hands tightened on your hips as he drove into you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He was relentless, taking you with a ferocity that left you gasping for breath, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge of the desk to keep yourself steady. He knew exactly how to break you, how to push you to the brink and pull you back just before you fell.

But no matter how much pleasure he gave you, Antoine never allowed himself the same release. He would pull out at the last moment, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your cries as you came undone beneath him. He would finish himself off with quick, efficient strokes, his eyes never leaving yours as he spilled his seed onto the floor or a nearby cloth. It was his way of maintaining control, of keeping you at a distance, even in the most intimate of moments.

He would never risk coming inside you. You had asked him once, in a moment of vulnerability, why he always pulled away. His answer had been cold, calculated, a reminder of the world that separated you. “I can’t afford to take any chances,” he had said, his voice devoid of the warmth you had come to crave. “You’re a secret, nothing more. I won’t risk ruining everything for a few moments of pleasure.”

His words had stung, but you had accepted them because, deep down, you knew they were true. Antoine liked you, perhaps even cared for you in his own way, but he would never admit it. He could never afford to. You were his dirty little secret, the woman he took solace in when the pressures of his world became too much to bear. But once the sun rose, once the world woke up, you would go back to being just a maid, and Antoine would go back to being the man of composure and control, the man who could never acknowledge what you had.

And yet, despite the pain, despite the knowledge that this could never be more than what it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away. Because in those moments, in the darkness of his study, you were his. And that was enough.

As the months passed, your relationship with Antoine continued in secret. The danger of being discovered only heightened the thrill, the forbidden nature of your trysts adding fuel to the fire that burned between you. Antoine’s cold exterior would melt away as soon as the door closed behind you, and he would become the man who craved you, who needed you in ways that neither of you could fully understand.

But as much as you tried to deny it, you knew that you were falling for him. Every touch, every stolen kiss, every whispered word in the dark made you long for more, for something that could never be. You knew it was foolish, that you were setting yourself up for heartbreak, but you couldn’t help it. Antoine was like a drug, and you were hopelessly addicted.

Antoine, for his part, seemed to struggle with his own feelings. He would pull you close one moment, his touch tender and almost loving, only to push you away the next, reminding you both that this was temporary, that you could never be more than what you were. He would never admit that he cared for you, but in those quiet moments, when the world outside ceased to exist, you could see it in his eyes—a flicker of something deeper, something he tried desperately to keep buried.

One night, as you lay tangled in his sheets, the remnants of your passion still lingering in the air, you found the courage to ask him a question that had been gnawing at you for months.

“Antoine,” you began softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you traced lazy patterns on his chest. “What are we doing?”

Antoine stiffened slightly at your words, his gaze turning cold as he looked down at you. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice guarded, as if he already knew where this conversation was headed.

You hesitated, unsure if you really wanted to hear the answer, but you pressed on anyway. “I mean… this. Us. We’ve been doing this for months now, but… what are we to each other? Am I just a convenience to you?”

For a moment, Antoine said nothing, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he considered your words. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, devoid of the warmth you had come to crave. “You know what this is, what it has to be. I can’t offer you anything more than what we have now. You’re a maid, and I’m a man of status. This… whatever it is between us… it can never be more than what it is.”

His words cut through you like a knife, the harsh reality of your situation crashing down around you. You had known, deep down, that this was always going to be the answer, but hearing it from his lips still hurt more than you could have imagined.

“I see,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to keep your emotions in check. “So that’s all I am to you? A secret, a… a distraction?”

Antoine turned his head to look at you, his expression softening ever so slightly as he reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that had escaped down your face. “You’re more than that,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible in the darkness. “But it doesn’t change anything. I can’t give you more, no matter how much I might want to.”

You closed your eyes, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a physical force. You knew he was right, that there was no future for you here, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept. For months, you had been living in a fantasy, pretending that what you had was enough, but now the reality of your situation was impossible to ignore.

And yet, despite the pain, you knew that you couldn’t walk away. Antoine had become a part of you, a piece of your soul that you couldn’t simply discard. You would take whatever he was willing to give you, even if it wasn’t enough, because losing him completely was a thought too unbearable to consider.

“I understand,” you whispered, your voice filled with a sadness that you couldn’t hide. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give, Antoine. Even if it’s just for a little while longer.”

Antoine’s grip on your cheek tightened slightly, his gaze searching yours as if trying to find the truth in your words. After a moment, he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, a kiss that spoke of regret, of longing, of all the things he would never allow himself to say.

And as you lay there in his arms, the world outside forgotten, you couldn’t help but wonder how long you could keep living this lie, how long you could keep pretending that what you had was enough. Because deep down, you knew that one day, this secret life you had built with Antoine would come crashing down around you. And when that day came, you weren’t sure if you would survive the fall.

That night, you found yourself once again in Antoine Richis' study, the familiar tension hanging heavy in the air as the door clicked shut behind you. The soft glow of candlelight cast long shadows across the room, the flickering flames reflecting in Antoine’s hazel eyes as he turned to face you, his expression a mix of desire and restraint.

Without a word, he closed the distance between you, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you close, his lips crashing down on yours with an urgency that left you breathless. His kiss was rough, possessive, as if he was trying to claim every part of you in that single moment. You responded eagerly, your hands clutching at his coat, desperate to feel him, to lose yourself in the forbidden pleasure he offered.

Antoine wasted no time, his hands working with practiced ease to strip you of your clothes, his breath coming in short, heavy bursts as he took in the sight of your bare skin.

“Monsieur… please…” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Please?” Antoine repeated, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest as he tightened his grip on your hair, his other hand moving to undo his trousers with practiced ease. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to take you right here, while my daughter sleeps just down the hall? You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond as the need in your core grew unbearable. Antoine wasted no time, spinning you around so that your chest pressed against the cold, hard surface of his desk. The roughness of the wood against your sensitive skin only heightened your arousal, making you gasp as he nudged your legs apart with his knee.

The sound of his trousers hitting the floor was followed by the unmistakable sensation of his hardness pressing against your entrance. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as he pushed inside you, filling you completely in one powerful thrust.

“God, you’re so tight,” Antoine groaned, his voice rough with lust as he began to move, his hips slamming against yours with a force that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he took you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation.

You struggled to keep quiet, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as each thrust drove you closer to the edge. But it was impossible to stay silent when he felt so good inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots with a precision that left you trembling with need.

Antoine sensed your struggle, and with a growl, he reached up to grab your hair, pulling your head back sharply as he leaned down to hiss in your ear. “Be quiet,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “I don’t want Laure to hear you. Do you understand?”

You nodded frantically, biting down on your lip to stifle the moans that threatened to spill out. “I’m sorry, monsieur,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll be quiet, I promise…”

But Antoine’s movements were relentless, his thrusts growing harder, faster, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing over you until you were trembling on the brink of release. His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust, the sensation almost too much to bear, and despite your best efforts, a soft whimper escaped your lips.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Antoine snarled, his grip on your hair tightening as he slammed into you even harder, the force of his thrusts driving you into the desk. “You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you? You can’t even keep your mouth shut when I’m fucking you."

Tears of frustration and pleasure welled up in your eyes as you fought to control the sounds threatening to escape, your body shaking with the effort. But it was no use—Antoine felt too good, his cock driving into you with a precision that left you gasping for breath, every nerve in your body on fire.

“I… I can’t…” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you clung to the edge of the desk, your knuckles white with the effort of staying quiet. “Monsieur… please… I’m going to…”

Before you could finish your sentence, Antoine’s hand moved from your hair to cover your mouth, muffling the cry that erupted from your throat as your orgasm tore through you, your body convulsing around him. The force of your release sent you spiraling into oblivion, your vision going white as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Antoine’s breath hitched, a low growl escaping his lips as he felt you tighten around him, the sensation pushing him dangerously close to the edge. But he wasn’t ready to let go just yet—he wanted to savor this, to draw it out for as long as possible.

He slowed his pace, his movements becoming more deliberate, more controlled, as he rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his cock twitching with the effort of holding back, and you knew he was close—so close.

“Please…” you whispered, your voice muffled by his hand as you turned your head to look at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and need. “Don’t stop… I want to feel you come inside me…”

Antoine’s eyes darkened at your words, a low, dangerous growl rumbling in his chest as he pulled out of you abruptly, his hand still covering your mouth as he spun you around to face him. “You think I’d risk getting you pregnant?” he hissed, his voice low and rough as he held you in place, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “You’re nothing more than a dirty little maid… a secret… and I can’t afford to have a bastard running around, ruining everything I’ve worked for.”

You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as his words sent a shiver down your spine. “But… I want you…” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and longing. “I want all of you, monsieur… even if it’s just for tonight…"

Antoine’s expression softened slightly, a flicker of something—perhaps regret, perhaps something deeper—crossing his features before it was quickly replaced by the cold, calculating mask he always wore. “Maybe one day,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. “But not tonight. Not until I know it’s safe.”

With that, he released you, stepping back to fasten his trousers, his movements quick and efficient as he regained his composure. You stood there, trembling and exposed, your heart aching with a longing you knew could never be fully satisfied.

Antoine glanced at you one last time, his eyes lingering on your flushed, tear-streaked face before he turned and walked toward the door. “Clean yourself up,” he ordered, his voice cold and detached once more. “And remember—this never happened. You’re a maid, nothing more. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak as you watched him leave, the door closing behind him with a soft click. The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a leaden cloak. You knew he was right—there could never be anything more between you. You were a woman of no title, no status, and he was Antoine Richis, a powerful merchant with everything to lose.

But even as you wiped away the tears, even as you gathered your dress and tried to compose yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling that, for just a moment, you had glimpsed something deeper in him—something that went beyond his cold, controlled exterior. And you couldn’t help but wonder if, one day, he might let that part of himself be known.

Days had passed since your last encounter with Antoine, and life in the Richis household resumed its usual rhythm. You kept to your duties, tending to the daily chores, always aware of Antoine's presence but careful never to overstep the boundaries that had been so painfully drawn between you. The memory of that night still lingered in your mind, the intensity of his touch, the harsh reality of his words. But there was no time for reflection as you had other responsibilities to attend to, including your role in looking after Laure, Antoine’s beloved daughter.

Today, you had accompanied Laure to the local market, a task that was both a pleasure and a burden. Laure, young and full of life, enjoyed these outings, chatting animatedly as you navigated the bustling market stalls. You couldn’t help but smile at her excitement, but there was an undercurrent of tension in you—an awareness of the secrets you harbored, of the forbidden relationship that lay beneath your calm exterior.

As you returned to the Richis estate, Laure wasted no time in running ahead to find her father, eager to share the details of her day. You, meanwhile, carried the groceries inside, your thoughts preoccupied with the need to maintain the facade that had become your life.

Antoine was in the living room, seated on the plush sofa, his sharp eyes skimming the newspaper in his hands. The room was quiet, the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth the only sound. When Laure burst in, her cheeks flushed with excitement, Antoine looked up, a rare smile touching his lips as he set the newspaper aside.

“Papa!” Laure called out, her voice bright and cheerful as she hurried to his side. She sat next to him, her youthful energy filling the room. “Nous avons eu une journée tellement amusante! Il y avait tellement de choses à voir au marché aujourd'hui.”

Antoine chuckled softly, his gaze warm as he listened to his daughter with the attention he always gave her. “Tell me, Laure,” he said in his deep baritone voice, his hand resting affectionately on her arm. “What did you see today that has you so excited?”

Laure’s eyes sparkled as she began to recount their trip to the market. “Oh, Papa, there were so many beautiful things! The flowers were in full bloom, and there was a man playing the violin—his music was so enchanting! But the most exciting part was when the baker’s son came over to us.”

Antoine’s expression remained calm, though his eyes narrowed slightly as he listened, sensing that there was more to the story.

“Laure,” he prompted, his voice gentle but with an edge of curiosity, “what about the baker’s son?”

Laure giggled, leaning closer to her father as if sharing a secret. “He brought flowers, Papa. A whole bouquet of roses! But they weren’t for me—they were for her,” she said, glancing towards the kitchen where you were putting away the groceries.

Antoine’s smile faltered, his expression darkening slightly. “For her?” he repeated, his tone carefully controlled, though a storm began to brew behind his hazel eyes.

“Yes, Papa,” Laure continued, oblivious to the shift in his mood. “He gave them to her with such a charming smile, and you should have seen how she blushed! It was so sweet. He’s been courting her, I think. The other maids at the market were whispering about it too.”

Antoine’s hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to maintain his composure. “I see,” he said quietly, his voice now tinged with something darker, something possessive. He forced a smile for Laure’s sake, but his thoughts were already racing, the image of you accepting another man’s attention, another man’s gifts, igniting a fire in his chest.

Laure, completely unaware of the tension building in her father, continued to chatter on, describing the baker’s son with all the enthusiasm of a young woman romanticizing a potential suitor. “He’s quite handsome, Papa, and so polite! Everyone says he’s one of the most eligible young men in the village. Don’t you think it’s wonderful that she might have someone like him?”

Antoine’s jaw clenched, his mind whirling with jealousy and a growing sense of possessiveness. The idea of you with another man, of someone else touching you, courting you, was intolerable. The thought alone was enough to make his blood boil, yet he kept his face carefully neutral as he responded.

“Laure,” he said, his voice carefully measured, “it’s good that you had such an enjoyable day. But sometimes, young men can be… frivolous with their attentions. The world can be a dangerous place, and not every suitor has the best intentions.”

Laure frowned, puzzled by her father’s sudden shift in tone. “But Papa, he seemed so sincere…”

Antoine cut her off gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure he did, ma chérie. But let’s not rush into any conclusions, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. It’s important to be cautious.”

Laure, sensing the firmness in her father’s voice, nodded, though a hint of disappointment lingered in her eyes. “Yes, Papa. You’re right, of course.”

Antoine offered her a tight-lipped smile, his mind already working on how to deal with this unexpected development. He couldn’t afford to let someone else come between you, to let another man encroach on what he had claimed as his own. His gaze drifted toward the kitchen door, where you were still busy with the groceries, completely unaware of the conversation happening just beyond your hearing.

“Why don’t you go and rest for a while, Laure?” Antoine suggested, his voice returning to its usual warmth. “You’ve had a long day, and you deserve some time to relax.”

Laure nodded, smiling up at her father before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Papa. I think I will.”

As Laure left the room, Antoine remained seated, his thoughts dark and tumultuous. The fire crackled in the hearth, the soft glow of the flames doing little to warm the coldness that had settled in his chest. He knew he had to confront this, had to ensure that you understood your place and the boundaries that came with it.

Rising from the sofa, Antoine made his way to the kitchen, his steps deliberate, his expression unreadable. He found you there, arranging the groceries with the same meticulous care you applied to all your tasks, blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to break.

“Chérie,” Antoine’s voice cut through the silence, causing you to startle slightly as you turned to face him. The intensity in his gaze made your heart skip a beat, your hands freezing mid-motion as you met his eyes.

“Monsieur,” you responded, your voice polite, though the tension in the air was palpable. You could sense that something was wrong, that the easygoing mood from earlier had shifted into something far more serious.

Antoine stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space of the kitchen. “I hear you had an interesting day at the market,” he said quietly, his tone deceptively calm as he took another step toward you.

You swallowed, your mind racing as you tried to decipher his mood. “Yes, Monsieur, it was a pleasant outing with Mademoiselle Laure. The market was lively.”

Antoine’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “And what about the baker’s son? I hear he was quite… attentive to you.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck, a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension at the mention of the young man. “He… he gave me flowers, Monsieur. It was just a gesture of kindness. Nothing more.”

Antoine’s jaw tightened, the faintest hint of a sneer pulling at his lips. “Kindness,” he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. “And did you enjoy this kindness? Did you blush for him the way Laure said you did?”

You felt the weight of his gaze, the possessiveness that radiated from him like a tangible force. “It was nothing, Monsieur,” you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady. “I didn’t ask for the flowers. He just… offered them.”

Antoine reached out, his hand cupping your chin with a firm but gentle grip, forcing you to look up at him. “You are mine,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, the words laced with a dark promise. “No one else has the right to court you, to give you flowers, to make you blush. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as his words sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes, Monsieur,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. “I understand.”

Antoine’s gaze softened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he leaned in closer. “Good,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Because if anyone ever tries to take you from me, if anyone dares to think they can have what belongs to me, they will regret it. I won’t let anyone else have you.”

His words were both a warning and a vow, the possessiveness in his tone making it clear that he would do whatever it took to keep you under his control. And as you stood there, caught between fear and longing, you realized that there was no escaping Antoine Richis—no matter how dangerous your connection with him became.

In the days following your confrontation with Antoine, a heavy tension settled over the estate. You continued to go about your duties as a maid, but the words he had spoken to you in the kitchen lingered in your mind, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate. His possessiveness had taken you by surprise, leaving you to grapple with the contradictory nature of his feelings toward you. Antoine had always been a man of control, his emotions carefully contained, his desires tightly reined in. And yet, when it came to you, those reins seemed to slip, revealing a side of him that you were only beginning to understand.

You found yourself in a constant state of confusion, torn between the man who had dismissed you as nothing more than a maid and the one who now claimed you as his own, with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession. How could he say that you were nothing to him one moment, only to turn around and act as if he could never let you go the next? It made no sense, and the more you tried to make sense of it, the more elusive the answers became.

One evening, as you prepared to retire to your small chamber in the servants' quarters, you were summoned once again to Antoine’s study. The request was not unusual; it had become routine for him to call for you late at night, under the guise of needing some trivial task done, when in reality, it was simply an excuse to have you near him. But tonight, as you stood before his door, a sense of dread coiled in your stomach, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on you.

You knocked softly, waiting for his voice to grant you entry. When the command came, you pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped inside, your gaze immediately falling on Antoine, who was seated behind his desk, his eyes shadowed by the dim light of the candles that flickered around the room. He looked up as you entered, his expression unreadable, and gestured for you to approach.

“Close the door,” he ordered, his voice calm but carrying an edge that made your heart skip a beat.

You did as he instructed, the soft click of the door echoing in the silence of the room. The tension in the air was palpable as you walked slowly toward him, your steps tentative, as if you were approaching a lion in his den. Antoine’s gaze never left you, his hazel eyes piercing through the shadows, searching for something in your expression that he had yet to find.

When you reached his desk, he motioned for you to sit in the chair opposite him. You hesitated for a moment, but his eyes were unyielding, and you knew better than to disobey. You lowered yourself into the chair, your hands clasped tightly in your lap as you waited for him to speak.

Antoine leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he regarded you with an intensity that made you feel as though he could see right through you, laying bare all the secrets you had tried to keep hidden.

“Tell me,” he began, his voice deceptively soft, “why did you accept those flowers from the baker’s son?”

The question caught you off guard, and you blinked, unsure of how to respond. “I… I didn’t think much of it, Monsieur. It was just a small gesture of kindness. I didn’t want to be rude by refusing.”

Antoine’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, his gaze growing colder. “Kindness? Is that what you seek, then? Kindness from a simple baker’s son? Do you find that more appealing than what I offer you?”

Your breath hitched at the sudden sharpness in his tone, and you shook your head quickly, trying to quell the rising panic in your chest. “No, Monsieur, of course not. It was nothing. I never sought anything from him. I didn’t encourage him, I swear.”

Antoine’s expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes—something dangerous. “And yet, you accepted his gift. You allowed him to think that he could have you. Is that what you want? A simple life with a man who can offer you nothing but bread and flowers?”

You flinched at the harshness of his words, the contempt that dripped from his voice. “No, Monsieur,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. “I don’t want him… I don’t want anything from him. But I do have desires, like any woman. Desires for a family, a husband to care for, children to raise…”

Your words trailed off as you saw the anger flash in Antoine’s eyes, the tension in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. He stood abruptly, pushing his chair back with a force that made it scrape against the floor, the sound jarring in the quiet of the room. He paced around the desk, coming to a stop in front of you, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over you.

“And you think that baker’s son could give you that?” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “You think he could give you a life worth living? A life that I couldn’t provide?”

You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to make sense of the storm of emotions that raged within him. “I… I never said that, Monsieur,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I never compared you to him. How could I? You’re a man of status, of power… he’s just a baker’s son.”

“But you did compare us,” Antoine shot back, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt. “You think I don’t know what you’re really saying? You’re telling me that you want a simple life, a life that I can’t give you because I’m not the kind of man who can offer you that. You think you would be happier with him, don’t you?”

“No!” you cried, shaking your head vehemently, tears stinging your eyes as you reached out to him, desperate to make him understand. “No, Monsieur, you’re wrong! I never meant that! I don’t want him—I don’t even know him. I’ve only ever wanted you, even if I know it’s foolish.”

Antoine’s gaze softened ever so slightly at your words, the fury in his eyes dimming as he saw the sincerity in your expression, the desperation in your voice. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped down your face.

“Then why?” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Why would you talk about desires for a family, for children? Why would you bring that up, knowing full well that I could never give you those things?"

You closed your eyes, the weight of his hand on your cheek grounding you as you tried to find the words to explain the turmoil in your heart. “Because it’s true,” you admitted softly, your voice trembling. “I do have those desires… desires that I know you can’t fulfill. But that doesn’t mean I want anyone else. I don’t want to leave you, Monsieur, but I’m afraid of living a life where I’m always hidden away, always in the shadows. I want more than just stolen moments in the dark. But I know it’s impossible, and that’s what tears me apart.”

Antoine’s expression was one of deep contemplation as he listened to your confession, his hand never leaving your cheek. His anger had subsided, replaced by a sadness that you had never seen in him before—a sadness that spoke of a man who was trapped by his own circumstances, unable to give you what you longed for, no matter how much he might want to.

“I’m a selfish man,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve taken you for myself, knowing full well that I could never give you the life you deserve. I’ve made you my secret, my indulgence, and I’ve kept you in the shadows because that’s where I believed you belonged. But hearing you speak of desires that I can’t fulfill… it makes me realize how much I’ve taken from you.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, your heart breaking at the sorrow you saw there. “You haven’t taken anything from me, Monsieur,” you whispered, your hand covering his as it rested on your cheek. “You’ve given me something I never thought I could have—your attention, your desire. Even if it’s not enough, it’s more than I ever imagined. But I’m afraid of losing myself in this, of becoming nothing more than a secret, a shadow.”

Antoine closed his eyes, his breath hitching as he fought to control the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. “I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “But I can’t give you what you want either. I’m bound by my status, by the expectations of the world I live in. I can’t risk everything for a few moments of happiness.”

You felt a pang of sadness in your chest as his words confirmed what you had always known deep down—that there could never be a future for you with Antoine, not in the way you desired. But even as you accepted this painful truth, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away from him, to sever the bond that had formed between you.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. “But I don’t know how long I can live like this, always yearning for something more, something that I know I can never have.”

Antoine’s grip on your cheek tightened ever so slightly, as if he was afraid that you would slip away from him, disappear into the night like a dream that could never be recaptured. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, almost desperate kiss, as if he was trying to convey all the things he could never say.

When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with a deep, abiding sorrow, the weight of his own choices pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. “I wish things could be different,” he murmured, his voice thick with regret. “But they can’t be. You deserve more than I can give you… but I’m too selfish to let you go."

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks as you clung to him, the warmth of his body the only thing keeping the darkness at bay. “Then don’t let me go,” you whispered, your voice filled with a quiet desperation. “Keep me close, even if it’s just for a little while longer. I’ll take whatever you can give me, even if it’s not enough.”

Antoine’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he buried his face in your hair, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m not worthy of you,” he murmured, his voice trembling with the weight of his emotions. “But I’ll be damned if I let anyone else have you. You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

You clung to him, your heart aching with the knowledge that you were both trapped in a web of your own making, bound by desires that could never be fully satisfied. But even as you accepted this painful truth, you knew that you couldn’t let go of him, not yet. The bond between you was too strong, too powerful to be severed so easily.

And so, you remained in his arms, the two of you locked in a silent embrace, each of you grappling with the impossible choices that lay before you. The world outside continued to turn, indifferent to the struggles of two souls caught in a dance of desire and regret.

But for now, in the quiet of Antoine’s study, with the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls, you were his, and he was yours, if only for a little while longer. And in that fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to believe that it was enough.

Translation:

Monsieur - Sir

Nous avons eu une journée tellement amusante! Il y avait tellement de choses à voir au marché aujourd'hui. - We had such a fun day! There were so many things to see at the market today.

Papa - Daddy

Mademoiselle - Miss

Ma chérie - My darling

#alan rickman x reader #alan rickman #antoine richis x reader #perfume #antoine richis

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yelspyder · 1 year

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gnt do ceu, fico tao feliz de encontrar outro br 😍😍

poderia pedir miguel x reader, em q a lyla percebe q ele gosta do reader e ela tenta dar um jeitinho p ajudar o miguel

enfim oq só as melhores i.a podem fazer😉

˚‧⁺.-"All you need is to be struck by one of Cupid's arrows"

↳ summary: Miguel lives in denial about his little crush, so Lyla is forced to help.

↳ characters: Miguel O'Hara

↳ Gn! Spidey Reader

↳ notes: another brazilian? I didn't think I'd find another one, but it's a pleasant surprise. we must stick together 💪Honestly, I don't have much confidence in my writing, but I hope you like it and thanks for asking.

Miguel was in love and it was obvious. At least for Lyla. He occasionally glared at you, looked like an abandoned puppy when you left, and was absolutely more than willing to do anything you asked.

What irritated Lyla the most was that he never had the nerve to ask you out. Come up to you and ask for a mission report? That was easy for Miguel. Send you on a complicated mission? Pft, he did that almost all the time. But simply asking you out? He had no idea how to do this, not that he planned to do that.

She couldn't take Miguel anymore with the face of a dog that fell off a moving truck when you're not around. It wasn't hard to ask you out. If Miguel didn't do it, she would do it for him herself. Deciding to change that, Lyla started checking Miguel's schedule and your own. Lyla smiled when she found a vague moment in common in the two schedules. Now, it was simple. All Lyla had to do was make a date and everything would be fine.

Miguel was confused when he got a notification from his schedule saying he had an event in two hours. He was pretty sure he didn't have any other meetings that day.

As soon as he checked his calendar and saw that he had an appointment with you, he panicked and called Lyla, demanding an answer.

"Lyla, what does that mean? You take care of my schedule and I never set up this meeting." His heart was beating fast now. A date with you? This could only be a joke.

Lyla materialized beside Miguel and glared at him with a mischievous smile before speaking. "That's exactly what you saw, boss. You have this meeting in two hours. You better start getting ready and maybe even buy some gifts. People like presents, you know?"

"But I never scheduled this meeting!" Miguel looked at Lyla with a mixture of anger, despair, and confusion. "Exactly why I, your amazing assistant, did this for you. If it were up to you, you would be stranded for the rest of your life."

"I never gave you permission to do this-" "But now it's done. At this point, the calendar notification has arrived and has probably already been read. There's no way to stop it anymore. And since I'm a very generous assistant, I'll help you get dressed for your first date with your crush."

At this point, he was mortified not knowing how to respond. He would never have expected to go on a date like this. Miguel didn't answer anything and just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Don't worry boss, you'll thank me later. Oh, and the appointment I made is in earth 57, at that restaurant you like to go to. I made a reservation in your name."

After taking a moment to compose himself, Miguel still wanted to argue with Lyla, but he already knew he couldn't cancel the meeting anymore. He sighed before speaking. "Just....guide me"

Lyla laughed excitedly and began to ramble on about which outfit he should wear.

Hours later, Miguel could be seen wearing a casual outfit and with a bouquet of flowers sitting at the table while waiting for you. As soon as you arrived and greeted him, he quickly got up from the chair he was sitting in and greeted you back, offering you the bouquet of flowers. You can barely thank him before he pulls out a chair for you to sit down.

He was slightly flushed in the face the entire dinner while you carried on a casual conversation. At first, Miguel only gave a few short and brief answers because he was embarrassed. However, after some time of conversation, he opened up more and it really started to have a date atmosphere.

Right after the two finished eating, Miguel insisted on paying the bill. He ended up accompanying you for a short night walk in Central Park and, before you opened a portal and returned to your house, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek thanking you for the pleasant encounter.

Miguel was paralyzed for a while after you left, but he traced his cheek with his hand as a small, dreamy smile formed on his lips.

Maybe what Lyla had done wasn't all bad.

Maybe...

#across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv x you #atsv miguel #atsv x y/n #atsv #atsv pavitr #gwen stacy #miles morales #hobbie brown

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blue2black · 9 months

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COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 1

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*in an Uber*

Soap: And I find out that my parents are like, related.

Gaz: Like, their siblings?

Soap: Yeah like, blood siblings.

Gaz: Is that why you walk weird?

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Soap, walking up to Ghost with a camera: Cheese!

Ghost: What is this? 🤨

Soap: I really think I can’t treat you anymore.

Soap: The fact is…

Soap: I’m in love with you. 😍

Ghost: The fu-?? 😨

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Graves: Come on sweetheart, give us a smile.

Graves: Geez Louise, must be on your period. HA HA HA!

Valeria: …

Valeria: Let me drive a seven ton semi-truck over your torso and I’ll be smiling throughout my entire prison sentence.

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Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned.

Laswell: Oh, really?

Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned that he doesn’t even watch TV.

Gaz: Like, when he wants to kick back and unwind he just goes on long fishing trips with Price.

Gaz: And Nik doesn’t listen to any new music, he just listens to a bunch of metal mixtapes that Price sends him.

Laswell: Wait, John sends Nik metal mixtapes?

Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned that he really struggles showing affection.

Gaz: Like, he rarely hugs me or anyone of that matter.

Gaz: One time I thought I saw him and you holding hands underneath a table from afar, but then I got closer and I saw it was just him and Price.

Laswell: Nik and John were holding hands underneath a table? (.-_.^)

Gaz: Well, yeah, but it really more like a good old fashioned handshake. You know? Like, the prolonged kind where two old school guys don’t let go of each other’s hands while sitting side by side listening to a briefing.

Laswell: Kyle…are Nik and John dating?

Gaz: What? No, Nik isn’t dating Price!

Gaz: Most of the time when Nik and Price hang out, they just get in fist fights with each other.

Laswell: They get in fist fights??

Gaz: Yeah, I can not tell you the number of times I’ve overheard Nik and Price go into an office, lock the door and just fist fight each other.

Gaz: I mean, the halls positively echo with the sound of flesh smacking up against flesh, furniture bumping against the walls…

Gaz: And not for nothing, but I think old fashioned Nik is winning pretty much every one of fights based on how loud I hear Price moaning-

Laswell, getting up: OKAY-

(Gaz knew what was going on, he was just fucking with her like the lil shit he is.)

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Price: I just don’t wanna see you get hurt, okay?

Price: Those people up there can kill you!

Price: I know you think you’re tough, Farah, but you are fucking 5 feet tall!

Farah: I AM 5 FOOT 5! 😡

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Laswell, getting ready to order food: Alright, what do you want?

Soap: Hamburger.

Laswell, parroting: Hamburger.

Soap: Chips.

Laswell: Chips.

Soap: Fart.

Laswell: Fart.

Laswell: 👏🏻 SOAP. 🤬

Soap: HEHEHEHEHE *evil Scottish giggle*

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Valeria, dressed up: Okay, how do I look?

Diego: Like a woman about to go forth in sin.

Valeria: Oh, good. Exactly the look I was hoping for. 😉

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—TEXT—

Scottish Bastard: hey

Scottish Bastard: ghost

Scottish Bastard: HELLOOO

Scottish Bastard: simon?!?!

Scottish Bastard: are you there??

Scottish Bastard: ………

Scottish Bastard: just imagine

Scottish Bastard: you and me

Scottish Bastard: in a room

Scottish Bastard: with nothing on

Scottish Bastard: OILED UP

Scottish Bastard: and ready to mingle

You: What the fuck are you on about?

Scottish Bastard: now that i have your attention

Scottish Bastard: i have an idea >:]

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Soap and Price, waiting for exfil: ….

Soap: …

Soap: Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard.

Soap: Which is weird, because usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams.

Price: 🤨???

Soap: Why do you suppose that is?

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Ghost: When I die…

Ghost: ✨Viking funeral✨

Ghost, handing Gaz a gun: You shoot the shot.

Gaz, cocking the gun: Okay.

Ghost: If you miss, you kill yourself.

Gaz: Wait, what- 😨

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*in an Uber pt 2*

Soap: Well, I’m shocked—of course.

Gaz: This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

Soap: I mean, that’s dramatic.

Gaz: No, it’s not dramatic! Your parents are-

Soap: That’s dramatic!

Soap: Listen…I was shocked at first.

Gaz: At first??

Gaz: You’re not shocked still??? (ಠ_ಠ)

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(Nik being the cool dad to everybody in 141)

Nik, answering his ringing phone: Hello?

Norris: Hello, sir, I'm the Colonel working for Captain John Price. I have Sergeant MacTavish in my office.

Nik: Okay, what did he do? 🙄

*Norris looks at Soap*

Soap: 😢

Norris: *sighs* He punched another solider in the genitals.

Norris: Three times.

Nik: OH MY GOD, DID YOU JUST SAY GENITALS? HAHAHA-

Norris, listening to Nik laughing his ass off through the phone: THAT IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE HEARD ALL DAY-

Norris: *looks at Soap*

Soap: *smiling proudly*

Nik: OH MY GOD, he is so funny! 😆

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Ghost: Don't touch me, Soap!

Laswell: Can you guys like, stop having relationship issues while I'm trying to hack into their security?

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mrsfitzgerald · 2 months

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Because of the situation with lovely paulchard haters, here's a short Paulchard one shot, inspired by the stargazing in Frankfurt🥰 (sorry that you're the one who received this) anyway, have fun <3

"Richard?" I knocked on the door of his dressingroom "Are you here?" I opened the door and went inside. I thought he would be there, resting after the concert. But no, he wasn't there. Of course, I could just wait for him, but I wasn't sure if he would even return there. I closed the door carefully, and went to look after him.

"oh Jens! Have you seen Richard somewhere??" I accidently met our photographer, so I took the opportunity to ask him.

"Nope, but he didn't left, so I think he is somewhere around" Jens wasn't surprised with my question. "Have you checked the bathroom?"

"Oh yeah, I'll check, thanks!" If Richard wasn't in his dressingroom, he would probably be in the bathroom, or smoking somewhere. The second option is more common, but it means that he could be wherever he wanted. I didn't even wanted to think where he could be, that's why I headed straight to the bathroom hoping that he is there.

"Did you forget something?" Richard said, when I entered the bathroom. He was standing backwards to the door, but when he didn't hear any answer he turned around "Oh... sorry Paul, I thought you were someone else" He smiled at me, when I moved closer "Everything fine?"

"Yeah it is, actually I was looking for you..." he looked at me with curiosity in his eyes "I need to ask you something, but can we go somewhere else?" I knew that he will suggest to go to his dressingroom, and I wasn't wrong.

"Tonight it was a lot of fun" said Richard, while he was closing the door, so that no one uninvited could disturb us. "You looked great" he came closer, so we were facing each other. I felt his eyes on me. My question could wait, because things started getting to be interesting. I put my hands on his waist, and looked straight into his eyes. We stood like that for a few minutes, but we both knew that we couldn't wait any longer, so I took my hands off and pushed him gently on the couch. Richard was speechless, but he moaned quietly when I sat on his lap. I know how his body was reacting to my touch, that's why I put my hands under his shirt, exactly on his hot back. He started melting under my touch, but even tho he had to show me his "top" side, which I perfectly knew. Richard pulled me even closer to his body, and started sucking my neck. Now I was the one who was melting under the touch. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to give him better access. I wasn't thinking if he'd leave a hickey on my neck, but who cares about that anyway? Richard started kissing my jaw, but with every kiss he moved closer to my lips. He stopped right before his lips touched mine. He held my face in his hands, and looked at me the same way he did on stage. The tension between us was growing every second. We both panted into each other's mouths, I grinned.

"What did you wanted to tell me on the stage?" I asked right into his mouth, but didn't get the answer. After a second, I felt his lips on mine. Gosh, he was driving me crazy. His hands moved from my face to my neck, while mines were still on his back.

"I- I never understood how people can look at the stars, and say how beautiful they are, but now I know, I just didn't see the brightest star, which was closer than I ever thought " Richard said, looking somewhere behind me. He kissed me softly on the lips, and continued "I didn't see you, Paul". I smiled at him, and hugged him for a very long time....

OMG!!! this is very unexpected!!! 😍😍😍

this kind of anonymous messages i definitely like!! ✨ AWWWW THANK YOU for sending me this! such a lovely drabble!!! 💓💓💓

#rammstein #paulchard #fic

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ananiel · 3 months

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Hi girlie!!! 😘😘 How are you doing? I was reading your post with Yandere! Louis x Witch! Reader and an idea popped in my mind.

How about Yandere! Mycroft and Yandere! Albert with Yae Miko! Reader from Genshin impact? Albert x Reader x Mycroft or if you want you can do them separate.

I am good, thank You, hope You are good too😍

Yandere Albert x yae! reader x yandere Mycroft!

Tw : yandere themes, posible Gore, manipulation, forcing of relathionship, read at your own risk!

Also i am very sorry it took so long, i enter a major writing slump where i felt like everything i did was bad, but glad to be back now, also go check out @kanroji-san s crossovers, they are amazing

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When the people found about Teyvat and Their strange way of living, the first thing that the guvernement did was send people to learn more about them.

IT started of slow. Difrent soldiers, difrent people that maybe were in need of a new house, and because of the Free housing that the program offered, they were quick to accept this change.

The fartherst and the most misterious one by now, had been Inazuma, not many things were known about it, and some people even avoided talking about it period.

The queen demanded of Mycroft to know about everything, everything that those difrent people were, and telling her that they had no idea about one of the nations wasn't exactly ideal.

Now. Thinking of a timeline, i see this at the start of the moriarty plan. But maybe, in the Point where Mycroft knew about it, so, as some Time of resort in his mind to maybe protect the queen, he sends Albert, which of course, Albert figures out why, but doesn't say anything.

IT was but a long time later when they got the permision to go there, and it wasn't write by the shogun, but by you.

So that's how Albert arrived in Inazuma, the first people he tried to went to, were the guards, trying to ask how to get to You, and when he does get to the shrine, he is stunned.

"well hello, hello" You say with a teasing smile

Your soft voice was mesmerizing.

"ears..." that's all he said stunned.

"well of course, everyone has ears don't we? How would we hear if we didn't?"

He is caught embarased by her words, giving her a bow.

Why was he acting like this? Not even one lady in the whole England could make him bat an eye, and here he was, fangirling over a shrine maiden, one that posibly didn't even have the permision to return his feelings!

Oh... But the way she gigled... The teaser, the confident flirt, finally became the teased, it seemed.

And he was enjoying every bit of it.

Time passed quick with her, that he knew, that he realized, and he realized just how dangerous she was only when talking to others, talking when he could easily just be the best talking buddy, or whatever she wanted.

The moment the shine in his eyes returned after so much time was when, after telling him that she talked with the Raiden Shogun, she told him she would be coming to England with him.

Now he was extatic, he was making plans to be her guide, take her everywhere, show her the clothes of his time ( just for... Information purpose of course, not to make her look like she is his lover, wearing something matching the family and him)

But his ideas were crushed... Crushed by Mycroft Holmes.

When Mycroft Holmes saw You, he exhaled, what did Albert bring with him? A temptress? Is he out of his mind?

But no... You weren't a temptress, but a very, very important individual from your home land...one that made his head fuzzy if he thought too much about You.

Of course, he wasn't dumb, he saw how protective the hand Albert had on You was, how he stared down at him, with anger in his stare when he made You giggle...

You were a breath of fresh air, a little Fox brought here seemingly to play with them, to be played by you.

You weren't the most social buterfly, but weren't shy, quite the oposite, and they couldn't help but frown when You winked at someone, when You chuckeld or made them blush.

They weren't dumb, they knew eachother well enough to know they fansied You, both did, and they were ready to work togheter, all if it meant having You.

And You, You figured their obsession out, and were planing an escape, too bad that a certain crime consultant was on their side, being a third mind You didn't think of, and because of that

The crux left without you... Leaving You here... With them... Eternity is truly a cruel fate, isn't it? Especially without your Ei

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #mtp x you #yandere moriarty the patriot #yandere mtp x reader #yandere mycroft holmes #yandere mtp #yandere moriarty the patriot x reader #Yandere Mycroft holmes x reader #yandere albert james moriarty #Yandere Albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #mtp mycroft #mycroft holmes x reader #witch! reader #Yae miko! Reader #genshin impact

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harrywavycurly · 2 years

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I know you just posted it but I need more spoiled princess reader and Eddie😍😍

Hiiii lovey!! No problem!! I hope you enjoy these💖

-I tossed in another conversation between Steve and Eddie, it’s marked with an ✨

- want more Eddie and his Princess? Find it here

*Eddie loves to do anything and everything for you…including wash your hair and pick your ice cream flavor*

“Put it down please baby.” “But I can do it.” “I know you can do it sweetheart…but please put the laundry hamper down.” “I just want to help.” “I appreciate that but don’t worry I’ve got it handled baby okay? Why don’t you go take a bubble bath and start your new book?” “Okay…can I at least make dinner tonight?” “Princess…” “Okay okay I’ll just go take a bath and read my book.” “I love you.” “I love you too!”

✨”you’ve got to be shitting me…” “oh come on dude you can’t work for her you know that right?” “I’m well aware of that Harrington but why the fuck do you have her back there loading boxes off a truck?” “It’s inventory day…” “and you just let her and Robin do all the heavy lifting?” “I mean..someone has to watch the front..” “You have about thirty seconds to get your fluffy haired ass back there and send her up to the front before I beat the shit out of you.” “Okay okay I’ll send her up here…no need to get violent…” “you’re such an asshole.” “Hey honey! Is everything okay?” “Hey Princess…yeah you just forgot your lunch on the counter.” “Oh I knew I was forgetting something this morning…thank you for bringing it.” “Harrington being nice to you today?” “Yes he offered to do inventory for me! He never does that…I did manage to snag us some red vines though.” “Of course you did baby…I’ll come by and pick you up later okay?” “Okay honey have a good day! Love you.” “Love you more sweetheart.” “You two are fucking gross…” “one day someone will love you Steve don’t worry…” “oh fuck off Munson.”

“Lean back baby.” “Oh can you use the one that smells like coconut? I love that one.” “Sure sweetheart…so how was your day?” “It was good I finished my book and organized our closet…you have a lot of t shirts honey…oh that feels good.” “I mean they aren’t just mine…you wear half of them too…close your eyes really quick okay? Im going to rinse the shampoo out.” “I like your sweatshirts the most…you know you’re my favorite hair washer.” “Your favorite? Thanks Princess…now how much patience do you have for conditioning?” “Uh…not a lot.” “Okay I’ll make it quick then…what are your thoughts on dinner?” “Hmmm maybe some pasta? Does that sound good to you?” “Sure baby…as soon as we are finished I’ll make dinner if you want to watch a movie while I cook?” “Or I can help you cook?” “Or…you can sit on the counter and watch me?” “One day will you let me help?” “Maybe…” “that’s a no.”

“Pickup service for my Princess.” “Hi honey! How was your day?” “Better now that you’re in my passenger seat.” “Oh can we get ice cream on the way home? Please?” “When have I ever been able to tell you no?” “Uhh…never?” “Exactly…so what flavor are you thinking you want today?” “Not sure yet I’m gonna have to see what my options are.” “You say that as if they aren’t the same every single time sweetheart.” “Will you pick for me?” “You sure?” “Yeah I just want ice cream I’m not feeling picky on the flavor.” “Okay baby…you want to eat it here or at home?” “Home please.” “Not a problem…I’ll run in and be right back.” “Oh sprinkles please” “as if I’d even try to bring you sprinkle-less ice cream baby.” “You’re the best!” “Love you…I’ll be right back.” “Love you too!”

#where does one find a man like this tho I know they exist…right?👀#conversations with eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson concept #boyfriend eddie munson #Eddie munson x princess #spoiled conversations

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juyeonszn · 1 year

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AND THEN THERE IS YOU

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader (gn technically since there are no gendered terms)

WORD COUNT 1.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒very slight angst like blink and u miss it

WARNINGS another fic of mine that doesn’t require an 18+ warning… fawn in her tamed era 🙏, ur heart will ache from how </3 this is, mentions of divorce, reader had kind of a shitty childhood, reader also has some intimacy issues, hak is the most patient and kind person ever, throws up everywhere bc me when </3

SUMMARY he was content loving you until you were ready to love him.

MORE ANDDDDD my insanity strikes again!!!!1!1!1! aka in my dr. seuss william shakespeare edgar allan poe steven king arc 😍 my inspiration has been crazy lately, so enjoy this before juyeonszn goes into a drought deeper into the semester 😭 ANYWAYS MAE (@maessseongs) HERE U GO!! i kept it fluffier and kinda short bc it just felt right, i hope that’s okay with u! this is the last request from my 100 followers event so far ✨ prompts used are: 2, 7 >:)

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

Relationships were a weird concept to you. Growing up, you’d never really been shown affection. Your parents weren’t the type to pack your lunch for school in the morning and send you off with a peck on the cheek followed by an ‘I Love You’.

In fact, they never told you that they loved you very often. Maybe a handful of times in your whole life did you hear those three words uttered from them. And even less did you hear that they were proud of you. It was worse when you took a step back and watched their own crumbling marriage.

As long as they’d been together, you never heard them tell the other how much they were appreciated. They fought more than they got along. You usually fell asleep to the sound of doors slamming and loud arguing in the hallway. When they finally decided to get a divorce, you almost cried out of joy. They were draining more out of you than each other.

So, perhaps that had to do with your fucked up view of relationships as you became an adult. You could never fully comprehend what love was since you didn’t exactly have stellar role models. Boyfriends came and went, losing interest as soon as they realized how disconnected you were. Your heart was never truly in it.

And then, you met Haknyeon.

Sweet sweet Haknyeon, who only cared about your happiness and your well being. Haknyeon, who didn’t ask you for more than you could give. Who didn’t push you for answers when you shut him out. Who patiently waited on the sidelines while you rebooted yourself.

If there were a higher being out in the universe, they’d done an excellent job at putting all the best qualities into Ju Haknyeon. By some miracle or a stroke of luck, he found his way to you. You’ll always think that he deserves better than you, but you’ll also always be eternally grateful that you have him.

As summer takes its last breath and the air begins to chill, leaves wilting to the streets and crunching below the feet of passersby, your motivation to get up in the mornings has started its tumultuous decline. You don’t know what it is about the change in seasons that continues to put a damper in your mood as the years go on, but it’s become almost too much to bear. It was no longer a dull pressure in the pit of your stomach and the back of your mind. Now it was a heaviness that settled in your heart and weighed you down.

It was a Thursday evening and you were tucked into bed already, despite a peek of the sun still visible over the horizon. Your head was pounding despite the room being silent. You curl into yourself further just as your bedroom door creaks open. Haknyeon whispers an apology, going to exit the room when he sees the state you’re in.

It was standard for him to leave you alone until you were ready to talk. He knew you had a hard time opening up, considering what you’d grown up with, and he didn’t want to be the person who pestered you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him first. Haknyeon couldn’t handle being the reason you were pushed to your breaking point.

But for some reason, this time is different. You don’t want to be left alone. You want to be held. You want him to kiss your forehead and tell you he loves you, unlike what you had when you were younger.

“Hak, wait,” you call, voice slightly hoarse. “Stay. Please.”

He’s taken aback by your request, but doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He climbs into the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your center. In spite of the fact that this wasn’t a usual occurrence, that cuddling was something you’ve only done a couple other times, he embraces you as if this was second nature for him. As if holding you in his arms was his very life source.

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, words spoken gently into your hair.

“Mhm, I want this,” you nod, nuzzling into his arm. “I have never felt this safe with anyone before.”

Haknyeon’s breathing stutters. You’ve never admitted this to him before, you’ve never ever said ‘I Love You’, but he’s always been willing to wait. He understood that this was a new territory for you. He was content loving you until you were ready to love him, even if it took months— even if it took years. That’s how much he cared for you. In his eyes, you were the reason there were stars in the sky. You were the reason why the sun rose in the morning and why the moon shone at night.

He kisses your temple. “I’ll be here to protect you.”

You turn in his arms to get a good look at his face. Because it was so rare that you were this close, you wanted to memorize his features from this distance. You trace his cheekbones and jawline with your thumb, eyes flickering down to his lips.

You lean forward, minimizing the gap between you to press your lips into a sweet kiss, almost as sweet as him. Haknyeon gasps out of surprise, but quickly reciprocates your affection, bringing up a hand to cup your face. He allows you to set the pace, to move at a speed you were comfortable with in case this was all you wanted.

When you pull back to catch your breath, he smiles, taking in how pretty you were. He could never get enough of you. He thinks that was his biggest flaw, being so greedy when it came to you. He couldn’t help but indulge himself every time you let him, though if it were a sin, he’d gladly commit it over and over again.

“However many years we have left, I wanna spend them all with you.”

You feel the tears dripping down your cheeks before you register that you’re crying. You couldn’t possibly fathom how Haknyeon came to find love in the form of you; the hollow shell of a person who’s never felt the warmth of another human in their life. You didn’t think you deserved someone like him. The only logical explanation was that you were a saint in a past life, and the higher being you mentioned earlier was rewarding you for it.

But even so, he loved you. Enough that he wasn’t afraid to spend the rest of his life with you waking up on the other side of the bed.

He swipes away some stray tears with the pad of his thumb and kisses your nose. You let out a small laugh, connecting your lips once more. It conveys all you want to say, but you know saying it out loud will make it concrete. It’ll solidify what you’ve been building up the courage to finally tell him.

“I wanna spend them all with you, too.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Congratulations on 7K followers babe ❤️❤️❤️ !!!!!!!

For the Smut Celebration...... It's obviously being a Chris Hemsworth girl...... So Tyler Rake along with prompt 1 😍🤩❤️ !!!!!!!!

Hello, my darling! Thank you so much! :D

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Tyler Rake doesn't have weaknesses. Or at least if he does, he doesn't show them with any kind of ease, you often surmise.

Then he met you.

It was then that he knew he was done for where having a weakness he could conceal was concerned. When you finally give in to the roaring lust between you, it's your words that give him another.

It's all smouldering kisses and hands that blaze paths of heat over one another, Tyler's thick, muscular body covering yours, caging you between him and the mattress below. A hint of teeth skimming your nipple as he sucks upon it has your brain feeling fluid, the stroke of his fingers over your slit as they seek your clit evoking your gasps.

Reaching down, the tickle of your fingers across his abs sends a quake through his hips, your hands curling around the hardness that's been jutting eagerly against your thigh.

"Sink that cock into me. I need to know how it feels to be full of you."

He does so without hesitation, for if Tyler is weak for anything, it's a woman who tells him exactly what she wants.

#tyler rake fanfiction #tyler rake #tyler rake x reader #chris hemsworth fanfiction #chris hemsworth x reader #extraction #extraction fanfiction

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itgetsdark-x · 1 year

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Hi💗 Love all your works sm😭.You are so freaking talented 😍😍🥲💘

I would like to read a therapeutic smut with our curly bf Javi 🤭 ( requester is trying to have no shame lol) .

Ok, javi gutierrez/his gf reader where reader is anxious about her upcoming project. They have a small talk about her anxiety. Javi is trying his best to support her. Then reader admits that she craves for being comforted sometimes. ( daddy issues caused the lack of confidence👀) . So mention of daddy issues, then it all somehow turns into: thigh riding, praise kink,dirty talk, daddy kink and forehead kisses 🥺, oral (f/m receiving or both 💀), p in v 😗.

The whole vibe is supporting gf turns into hot dom/sub 🫂=>🥵

It's just a request and I do it for the first time. So I hope I didn't get carried away too much🥴. Anyway, waiting for your reply.

Have a nice day💕x

P. S. If u like the idea u could name it "Skinny-dip inside your mind" ( the quote from Lana's new album). If u would like to ofc ✨💗🤗 ok bye x

A/N: okay, this request really spoke to my all my mommy/ daddy issues and I couldn’t resist. I love how detailed you made it and I just hope it lives up to your expectations lol. thank you so much for taking the time to send in a request and for the kind words! I’m sorry it took a lil while!

Summary: Javi had always been the most perfect boyfriend; he was attentive, loving and nothing ever seemed like it was too much for you. He knew you were struggling mentally recently and knew exactly what you needed to feel better.

Characters: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!, mentions of parental death, daddy issues, mentions of anxiety / mental health issues, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation. (Probs other stuff, it’s mainly just smut lol, you have been warned)

Word Count: 4.3k

You slammed the lid of your laptop down and collapsed your aching head into your crossed arms. You slowly allowed yourself to cry and within minutes, you were sobbing into your arms, you were so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn’t heard Javi, your boyfriend, come home.

“Mi amor,” he frowned, rushing to sit beside you at the kitchen table. He quickly wrapped a strong arm around you and stroked through your hair affectionately. “What’s happened? Who has made you feel this way?” He asked, his voice concerned.

“J-Javi” you sobbed, lifting your head to peer at your boyfriend with red, streaming eyes. “W-work. It’s just, this stupid project and article I need to write. If I don’t have it ready and completed by the end of the week, it’s going to be a disaster. I have to get the shoot finalised and I just know it’s going to go all wrong because I’m useless.” You sobbed, your voice coming out as wrecked cries.

Javi frowned at you, as his fingers stroked through your hair still, just trying to offer a small glimmer of comfort to you as you cried. Your body shook as you sat there, you took a moment to try and focus on your breathing but you could already feel your chest tightening and your breaths got more shallow and speedy.

“Baby,” He whispered. “Come on, look at me. Look at me, that’s it.” He cooed softly as you looked at him, your eyes were still streaming with tears but the panic was evident in them now as you struggled to suck in a breath. “Breathe for me, hermosa. That’s it, take a deep breath. Do it with me.” He instructed and placed a soft hand to your heaving chest as he helped you take in a deep breath.

You shut your eyes and listened to your boyfriend’s voice, you did as he instructed and soon, your breathing returned to normal and you calmed down a little. You rarely let Javi see you like this, if you were going to have a panic attack or cry, you would excuse yourself and deal with it alone as you didn’t feel he deserved to have to see you like this. Still, there were some occasions where you couldn’t stop it.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, grabbing your laptop and opening it once again to deflect from having to look at a concerned Javi.

His fingers gently pried the laptop from your grasp and he quickly closed it down, sliding it away from you. You tried to take it back but Javi shook his head no and stroked your cheek gently.

“No, I’m sorry, mi amor. You’re done working for the day, it’ll still be there tomorrow and I can help plan some things for the shoot for you. I have my contacts and you should take advantage of that.”

You shook your head no, and immediately you felt the panic rising in your throat like a poisonous acid; you needed to work, you needed to get it all right and the fact that you weren’t in control had you spiralling again.

“Speak to me, my love. Please. Just… I’ve not seen you like this for a while. Speak to me.” He whispered.

“Javi…” you sighed. “This project at work is major, it’s my first time being in charge of a whole shoot and feature. I need to nail it, and, and I just feel like I’m not doing that. I feel like it’s going all wrong and suddenly, I’m twelve again and my dad is yelling at me for doing everything wrong.” You rambled, your voice raising at the end.

You had stood from the kitchen table and you were now pacing the length of it, your arms were wrapped around your waist, trying to comfort yourself as you spoke. You shared everything with Javi; your hopes, your dreams, what you want exactly from life but for some reason, you hadn’t ever spoken about your dad. It was a tough subject for you to bring up and you dreaded it every having to be spoken about.

“Your father?” Javi asked, he turned in his seat and watched you pace the room; he knew better than to stop you. “You never speak about your father…” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” you laughed bitterly. “There’s a reason for that.” You shrugged, not giving your boyfriend much to work on.

Javi didn’t move, he watched you and waited silently; he knew how your brain worked and if he kept quiet he knew you would soon spill the beans, more so than if he questioned you at every corner.

“As you know, my mom passed away when I was around four years old, well, it broke my dad, of course it did. And well, because of that he was pretty absent whilst I was growing up… Absent besides the times he would yell at me, he blamed me for mom’s death and said that it should have been me that died, not her. He said that if I wasn’t born then mom wouldn’t have turned to drugs as a comfort.” You recalled painfully as tears slowly trickled down your face.

“Cariño, we both know that isn’t true. Your dad just needed someone to blame, I’m sorry.” Javi sighed sadly, he wished he could take every ounce of pain from you so you never had to feel it. He was stood in front of you now and he held your face gently in his hands; he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you near melted into his touch. “Why don’t you come and sit on the couch with me, just for a bit and maybe after dinner, if you feel better you could do a bit more work. Would that help?”

You nodded slowly and allowed yourself to be led into the front room with Javi, he sat you down on the couch and closed the curtains behind you, knowing that you prefer to be in darker surroundings when you’re feeling anxious and sad. You couldn’t help but smile slightly as he fussed around you, he got you a glass of water and demanded you at least tried to drink half. You felt safe and comforted, it was something you always craved.

“Thank you, Javi.” You sighed, your arm draped across his tummy as you cuddled into his side further. “You have no idea how much I crave to be comforted like this… I’ve never told you before because I didn’t want you to look at me differently, what with all my daddy issues.” You half joked.

“I would never look at you differently. Never. I’ll always look after you, my beautiful girl.” He said softly and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I do worry about you though… I mean, I am so proud of you getting that promotion at work but it seems since your anxiety has been through the roof.”

You opened your mouth to protest, pretending you had no idea what he meant but Javi cut you off with a stern look.

“Mi amor, I’m not a complete idiot… I’ve seen you sneaking off to cry, I’ve left you alone as you usually prefer to weather these storms by yourself, it’s killed me but I’ve been trying to do what I think you want. Maybe you should speak with work, maybe get some time off…” he said softly, his fingers stroking patterns on the bare skin of your legs.

“You know I can’t do that… I can’t take time off but you’re right, I’ve been a mess lately. I’m sorry. It’s just… well, I didn’t tell you, clearly, but my dad messaged me the other day and said he wants to meet you. I keep him at a distance and rarely see him but he heard from another family member about our relationship and how I moved out to Spain to be with you and surprise, surprise, he now wants to be dad of the year.” You frowned, curling yourself into Javi’s side further, feeling his protective arm around you.

“We can have him stay, only if you want to. If not, we don’t. It’s as simple as that, hermosa. You’re in charge here, okay?”

You nodded as your fingers lazily traced over the freckles on Javi’s arm, your mind was swimming with all the options of what could happen if you did or didn’t have your dad to stay, or what would happen with work if you opened up about the recent anxieties; you got caught up in your own head again and were only pulled out by Javi speaking once again.

“You’re thinking too much…” he sighed. “Come here, mi amor. Let me take care of you.”

You looked up at Javi in confusion as you weren’t entirely sure what he meant but Javi gently pulled you into his lap and cupped either side of your face to pull you in for a kiss. It was soft, sensual and just the epitome of Javi; caring, smooth and safe. His soft lips pressed against yours and his tongue swiped along your lower lip, you gasped softly and he dipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen your kiss. He entangled his fingers into your hair to move you as he pleased, you allowed him, you were like a rag doll, moving as he wanted you to.

“There,” he whispered against your lips. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

You laughed softly and shrugged at him.

“I don’t know, I still feel pretty terrible.” You teased, wanting Javi to kiss you like that again.

Of course he obliged, he pressed his mouth back to yours to give you another passionate kiss. His hands smoothed down the naked expanse of your arms and they landed on your exposed thighs, he toyed with the hem of your dress and you whined into the kiss.

It had been a hot day so you were dressed in a pale blue sundress, Javi’s favourite and his own personal kryptonite.

“You’re so beautiful, cariño, so breathtaking.” He complimented, reaching his head up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Drive me mad when you wear these pretty dresses, so gorgeous.”

You blushed at Javi’s words, with each compliment you could feel your cheeks glowing under his soft gaze. Javi peppered soft kisses to your neck, his plush lips sent sparks through your body and straight to your core. Before you realised what you were doing, you rocked your hips gently back and forth, searching for any contact against your clothed arousal.

“Feeling a little needy, baby?” He cooed, his teeth grazing against your pulse point after whispering in your ear sensually.

You nodded, a little embarrassed as your hips rocked back and forth. You made a small whimpering noise as Javi continued to kiss along your neck, only stopping to suck a small mark into your skin.

“Shift over,” he instructed as he spread his legs further so you were straddling just one of his thighs. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Now, ride my thigh, hermosa. Make yourself feel good on my leg, like the needy little baby you are.” Javi smirked, looking at you with lust-blown eyes.

You chewed on your lip as you slowly started to grind against Javi’s thigh, just a couple thin layers of fabric separating your pulsing clit and Javi’s skin. Your hips moved in slow circles, alternating between the soft little grinds and rubbing yourself back and forth on him rougher. Your mouth was parted as soft moans escaped from them, your arms were looped around Javi’s neck as you anchored yourself down to chase your high, greedily.

“That’s it baby; you use me how you need me, need you to feel good. Tell me how it feels, please.” Javi gasped, watching your face contort with each moan that fell from your mouth.

“Javi,” you sighed happily as your hips sped up, you could feel how slick you were with each move of your hips and you were sure you would be leaving a trail of your arousal behind on the beige linen of Javi’s shorts. “You feel so good, fuck. Needed this relief for so long, fuck, daddy.” You whimpered, too far gone to acknowledge the name.

Javi’s eyes widened at the use of the pet name, you had never called him that before and he couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched in his pants. You were usually so reserved in bed, so timid and there you were, riding his thigh to chase your own release; looking so perfect.

“Fuck, hermosa. Call me that again.” Javi groaned and held your hips roughly, making your grind down harder against his thigh. “Call me that as you cum.”

“W-what?” You mumbled before your brain clocked it and your cheeks heated up again. “Oh, I, um.” You whispered, slowing your movements as Javi controlled your hips.

“Come on, my good girl. Call me it again, call me it and I’ll let you cum.” He encouraged.

“Daddy.” you whispered, your voice coming out as a mere squeak.

“Louder.” Javi’s hands gripped your hips tighter and slowed them down to soft grind which caused you to whine in frustration.

“Daddy.” You said more confidently, wriggling your hips in his lap.

“Good girl. So good for me.” He purred, his thick accent sending shivers through your body.

Javi controlled your hips once more, speeding them up to allow you to chase your high; you were greedily there, letting your hips wriggle back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were gripping at Javi’s neck tightly and whimpering in his lap.

You felt yourself get wetter as you came. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Feels so good.” You whined, your head lulling backwards as you chased your high.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Now sit on the sofa and let me make you feel even better.” Javi purred, placing you on the couch so he could kneel between your legs on the floor.

He decided against teasing you and instead pulled your panties off, tossing them to the side before dipping his head down to lap at your pussy. His expert tongue flicked over your swollen bud and then gently sucked at it, the suction of his lips had your whole body vibrating with pleasure and your fingers soon found their way into Javi’s soft brown locks.

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimpered, shifting your body down to grind against the male’s face as he ate you out.

Javi made a soft noise of appreciation against your wet heat, his tongue was working you with ease and within minutes you were falling apart at the seams, right on his face. He had you cursing and shaking all over again.

He sat back, wiped his mouth and smiled up at you. He slowly stroked his hands up your bare thighs to pull your dress over your head, leaving you spent and naked for him to admire. Javi leant back onto his knees to fumble with the fastening on his shorts, you could see a large wet patch blooming on his thigh and your cheeks glowed as you knew that was from you.

“You see that, baby girl.” Javi pointed at the darkened spot and you nodded in response. “Course you do, that’s from you. Is that how good I make you feel, sweet girl? Hm? Make you so wet you leave a patch behind when you cum. So hot.” Javi groaned.

He was drinking in your naked body, you drew your legs up to your chest and tried to cover yourself but the older male tutted and brought your legs down, spreading them so he could see you in all of your naked and aroused glory. He leant back again onto his knees and slowly freed his hard cock from his shorts, it sprung up and you could see beads of precum leaking from the tip. You absently licked your lips as you watched his hand stroke his length, your empty hole fluttered around air as you imagined your lover filling you up so deliciously.

Javi clocked you, he could see you watching him and since he had already made you cum a couple of times, he thought it was the perfect time to tease you. He moaned as his hand passed over the tip of his cock and back down the shaft, he was moving slowly and he really ramped up his moans as he locked eyes with you. It was like a movie you couldn’t tear your eyes from, they would dart down to see Javi stroking himself before they would lock with his once again.

You couldn’t help yourself, you were so turned on and you weren’t in control of your own body; your nimble fingers dipped down to stroke around your clit. You spread your legs further as you pleasured yourself, Javi smirked at you and nodded eagerly as your fingers sped up to match his own strokes.

“That’s it, good girl.” He gasped, this person in front of him looked like you, looked like his girlfriend but your actions were so out there compared to your usually reserved-self. “Fuck, look at you, hermosa. Such a good girl for me, touching yourself cause you couldn’t even wait for me. So needy, aren’t you, my sweet little girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded softly at Javi; the room was filled with sounds of your heavy breaths and soft moans as your fingers slowly sank into yourself. You were driving your boyfriend made, he wanted to bury himself so deeply in you and stay there forever but he also couldn’t stop watching as you pleasured yourself.

“This what you do when daddy isn’t around to touch you, princess?” Javi groaned, he slowed his hand down and squeezed his length roughly to stave off his want to cum.

“Y-yeah…” you whined. “Feels so good daddy but nothing feels as good as your cock, I’ve tried everything but nothing feels as good.” You admitted with red cheeks.

“Yeah? What have you tried, honey?” He cooed, smirking that you were so open.

“Uhm,” you whimpered as your hips bucked up to your hand. “My hairbrush, I tried using the shower head and I’ve tried humping everything; the sofa, my pillow one of my stuffed animals but nothing ever feels as good.”

Javi couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, it was dark and condescending and it made you feel even needier for the male.

“Aw, my poor little baby. Humping everything like a little mutt. That why you rode my thigh earlier?” His voice was deep and lustful, it was the perfect mix of condscnedation and love.

You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes with embarrassment as you admitted it to your boyfriend. He would often be away on work trips and you recalled in your mind all those nights that were so lonely and you were so empty. You craved your boyfriends touch, and his approval even more.

“Being such a good girl for me now.” Javi groaned, finally pulling his hand off of his cock. He removed his shirt and stood to fully take his shorts off.

Your eyes followed your boyfriend, your fingers still circled your swollen and sensitive clit, you could feel your orgasm impending quicker and quicker.

“Javi,” you whimpered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.”

“Call me by my proper name, baby girl. Then you can cum.” He hissed, he gently wrapped a hand around your throat so his fingers and thumb were pressing on your pulse points.

He restricted your throat just enough to make your head feel floaty and that’s what you needed to push you over the edge. Your mouth open in a silent moon as you tried to speak.

“Daddy. Fuck.” You breathed, cursing him.

Javi smiled down at you as your fingers stopped moving and your thighs shook roughly; he kissed your forehead gently and stroked your cheek after he released your throat.

“Good girl. So good for me. How do you want to take me?” He whispered, his hand cupping at your cheeks gently so his thumb could stroke the soft skin there.

You shrugged at him, feeling far too fucked out already. “I-I don’t mind.” You whispered. “Just want you, please.”

Javi made a humming noise of appreciation and he pressed another kiss to your forehead affectionately. “Okay, my love, lay down for me and I’ll give you daddies cock. Hm, is that okay with you? That what you want?”

You made a soft whining noise, you knew Javi’s cock would sting as he stretched you out and you couldn’t wait but you were already feeling over-sensitive so you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You laid down on the large sofa, your back leant up against the arm of the sofa with a cushion behind you and Javi positioned himself between your legs, he gently held onto one of your thighs for leverage as he positioned himself to your hole.

“God, you’re so wet and tight for me, hermosa.” He groaned as he gently pressed himself into your vagina. Your eyes screwed shut at the sting of stretching around his member and Javi shushed you, he kissed your forehead once again before he started a slow pace.

Javi squeezed at the flesh of your leg, you were perfect for him and he could live buried deep in you forever if it was possible. He rolled his hips sensually and with every thrust of his cock, he deliciously pleasure your g-spot. It was intense and your body shook with the pleasure of it all.

“Daddy, you feel so good. You fill me up so well.” You whimpered, your soft hands grabbing at Javi’s back desperately as you clenched around his cock.

“So do you, my sweet girl. Perfect little cocksleeve for me, made just for daddy. Isn’t that right?” He cooed.

You nodded and Javi sped his hips up, he’d had enough of teasing himself and now he was chasing his high greedily. You laid there and took him, obscene moans and curse words tumbled from your lips like a free-flowing stream. You were a goner, so close to cumming around your boyfriend you wouldn’t have been able to stop it if you tried.

Your walls fluttered and clenched around Javi’s member as you came; you felt it get wetter between the two of you and your whole body shook with the intensity, tears rolling down your cheeks as Javi kept up his punishing pace.

“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” Javi groaned, holding your hips for better leverage as he fucked into you with fervour.

It didn’t take Javi long to get there, soon his hips were stuttering to a stop before he quickly pulled out of you. He stroked himself once, twice and on the third time, he awkwardly leant over to spill his hot cum on your tits. You opened your mouth to catch a few stray spurts on your outstretched tongue as Javi praised you, fucking his fist as he painted your skin.

Javi fell back onto the sofa with a groan, your laboured breaths filled the empty room as your tried to regain some composure.

“Fuck me.” You laughed, flopping an arm over your face in exhaustion.

“Just did, cariño.” Javi laughed, not wasting a second to go and grab a damp cloth to clean you up with. He wiped at you gently and you hissed as the cool cloth hit your sweaty skin.

Javi returned after throwing the cloth into the wash and sat on the sofa next to you, he took your legs and draped them over your lap so he could stroke softly at your bare skin.

“That…” he breathed. “That was amazing but uh, do you wanna talk about it at all? It was different for us… amazing but different and I hope you’re okay.”

Your eyes were still closed, you were bathing in your post-orgasmic glow and Javi’s words had you crushing back down to earth.

“Javi,” you whined as a warning. “Can we not… you found out a lot about me today, maybe pack it away and save that conversation for another day? I’m okay though, thank you for asking. I love you a lot…”

He lifted your leg and kissed it softly, he knew not to push you otherwise you would just withdraw into yourself further which wouldn’t help anyone.

“Fine, fine. I love you more, hermosa. You’re my world. Whatever you need, or whatever you want from me, I’m here for you.” He rambled until you sat up and gently pushed his shoulder.

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” You laughed and brought your boyfriend in for a gentle kiss, he smiled against your lips before you laid back down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over your naked body. “Now, I think you promised me dinner? How about your famous risotto?” You grinned.

Javi rolled his eyes affectionately and stood, wrapping the blanket around you tighter and handing you the tv remote.

“Anything for you, mi amor. Now, you relax here, cariño and I’ll make us some dinner.” Javi smiled, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead before he disappeared into the kitchen.

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#javi g x reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi g x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfictions #anon request

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purplefixations · 2 years

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The Best Thing We Never Planned

In honor of the most recent David audio, here is my mind started thinking after I finished listening to it. This is what I think would happen the next morning.

(in the mates gc)

Angel: *picture of David cuddled up to them, sleeping peacefully*

Angel: my fiance is the cutest😍😍😍

Baabe: aww, im saving this for future black mail

Baabe: WAIT!!!

Sweetheart: We're not gonna breeze past that like you didn't say what you just said!

Baabe: i swear to god if you're messing with us!

Baabe: angel answer your phone

Sweetheart: If this is a joke I'm gonna kill you, very slowly

Angel: what do yall want?

Angel: oh...

Baabe: "ya'll" lmao

Baabe: you're around sam too much

Sweetheart: What you mean oh?

Angel: u guys didnt know?

Baabe: NOO?!

Baabe: ash didn't either

Sweetheart: Same with milo

Angel: hold up, how do I know they that didnt know and just kept it a secret?

Baabe: look at my bf and tell me he can keep a secret :/

Baabe: also, I screeched when I saw the word "FIANCE" and he wanted to know why...

Angel: u screeched?

Baabe: I WAS SUPPRISED OKAY!!!

Sweetheart: And I thought milo was jumpy 😂

Baabe: don't pick on me sweetheart, you still havent answered the question.

Sweetheart: Oh, I asked Milo if he knew as soon as I saw the text

Angel: why...

Sweetheart: I assumed he knew and just forgot to tell me

Angel: and he didnt?!

Sweetheart: nope

Sweetheart: It seems David decided not to tell anyone, not surprising tho

Sam: Why is my phone blowing up all at once?

Baabe: scroll up

Sam: Congratulations Angel

Angel: DID U KNOW?!?

Sam: No, no one told me exactly. But Tank mentioned something a few days ago about David and serious commitments, so I'm not exactly supried

Baabe: TANKER KNEW?!????

Sam: Maybe, I can ask.

Sweetheart: I mean, David has been trying to actually include Tank in pack/friend stuff, so maybe this was one of the things.

Baabe: makes sense, tho ash and milo might feel a bit betrayed lol

Sam: They said that David asked them for help with what to say to not sound too cheesey. They also said that it was still extremely sappy in the end.

Angel: it was but it was a nice kind of sappy

Baabe: awwwww

Baabe: what'd he say?

Angel: i dont really remember the words

Angel: it was very long and i think i started crying near the beginning of it all...

Sweetheart: Haha, crybaby

Baabe: HEY! the only one aloud to call them baby is David, back off

Angel: YEAH

Sweetheart: Is this you saying that David calls you a crybaby, and you like it?

Angel: WAiT

Baabe: hahaha

Baabe: masochist

Angel: do you want me to put you on blast? cuz i have receipts

Sam: Okay, I'm going to stop this before it gets out of hand. Again, congrats Angel.

Angel: thanks sam

Sweetheart: Congratulations from me and milo

Baabe: and milo?

Sweetheart: He's been asking for live updates on this situation

Sweetheart: He has also demanded that he gets to help David pick out a suit

Angel: he has to take that up with davey, but honestly that might be a good idea

Baabe: why?

Angel: i love him very much, but he lives in clothes just nice enough to look presentable.

Angel: and dirty work clothes

Baabe: haha

Baabe: ash says congrats too

Baabe: he's been reading this over my shoulder for the last few minutes

Angel: that tracks

Angel: thx tho

Sweetheart: On a serious note, if either of you need any help with filing marriage paper work for an empowered and non-empowered through dump, let me know

Baabe: is it hard?

Sweetheart: I wouldn't say hard, but it's a bit complicated and a lot

Angel: ill keep it in mind Sweets thx

Baabe: getting off that serious note

Baabe: ash made a meme and wants me to send it to you all

Angel: GIMME!!!

Baabe:

Angel: HahAhHAha

Sweetheart: Is that Aggro?

Baabe: he says yes

Angel: is he actually upset?

Baabe: nah, he's just dramatic

Sweetheart: pls tell me he sent that to David

Baabe: he did

Angel: hes still asleep so don't expect a response yet

Baabe: he's still asleep? I thought he was an early riser and shit?

Angel: normally, but i think the solstice tired him out

Sweetheart: It's probably an emotional vulnerability hangover

Angel: lmao

Baabe: haha

Sam: So it's not just Tanker who gets those.

Angel: LMFAO!!!

Angel: theyre too fucking similar

Baabe: hehehe

Baabe: oh shit, if i die pls have a picture of me at your wedding

Angel: ofc, but why r u dying?

Baabe: I didn't notice that ash left, and I smell smoke

Sweetheart: I'll make sure it's a cute picture

Baabe: bless you

Angel: oof, go make sure your mans didnt commit arson

Baabe: 👍

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Bonus:

"Angel, why did Asher and Milo send me vaguely threatening memes?"

"Ooohh. Yeah, that's on you."

"Why?"

"You're the one that didn't tell your best friends that you were proposing."

"I didn't tell them because they cant keep a secret. If I told them, they'd tell their mates, which would be fine but then everyone would start dropping hints and you'd get suspicious."

"Tanker tells Sam everything and you told them."

"How do you know I told Tanker?"

"As I said, they tell Sam everything."

"What- Did you add him to your weird group chat?"

"It's not weird Davey, and besides, he enjoys it."

"I don't know why I bother at this point."

"Because you love me!"

"Yeah. I do, you snot."

Idk how it got this long, I was not planning for that. I wrote this over the span of two ten minute breaks and my lunch at work, so that's why it's kinda chaotic. Anyways, love y'all <3

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fluff #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #redacted sam #david x angel

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diseaseriddencube · 10 months

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*stares at your blank scarless arm* promise you'll start, for me

Azusa x Cutthroat x fem Reader

word count: 1933

content: self harm, it's not smut but there is moaning, and kissing, there's non con stabbing, also con stabbing 😍

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The bed shifted slightly under your combined weight as the vampire next to you leaned closer, a light finger stroked down your bare arm. You nearly flinched, you had not been treated well by anyone over the years, let alone vampires, but his touch was nothing but gentle, nothing to be concerned with.

“Promise….you’ll start…for me….” he whispered, his cold lifeless breath barely scraping your ear. You shifted back a millimeter, “...start what exactly?” you hesitated to ask. The answer almost revealed itself as fast as he produced a knife from who knows where.

“You want to cut me?!” you nearly shrieked, but he placed a gentle hand upon yours, shushing you softly.

“No, I want…you…to cut…yourself”

Myself? Was he insane? Scratch that question, he revealed that aspect long ago, but wanting you to mar yourself was a new level.

His gaze was captivating you with puppydog eyes as he slipped the handle into your fingers, wrapping his hand over yours. Your combined hands lifted, placing the blade across your other wrist, you felt almost numb, this situation went from relaxing to such a quick progression into madness you could barely process how far into the rabbit hole you had fallen. The slightest bit of metal kissed your skin, not cutting, but you flinched; sharp movements, skin on blade, blade in skin, his desire had been met all too well.

The cleaving of your flesh had not been as deep as you feared, only a single drop of blood beaded to the surface. You released the knife, letting it fall into Azusa’s possession once more, in order to inspect your wound. He leaned back to give you room, though he was very obviously glancing at the damage he inflicted, and barely holding back his smile. Footsteps outside of the room barely registered in your head as you dabbed your finger in the blood, playing with the quickly coagulating surface tension. Sweat dribbled down your neck as the door creaked open, on the edge of your conscious attention.

“I smell blood,” a low but playful voice called across the room. The shock of it almost made you fall backwards into the mattress, though you held composure well enough, your arm had flung back though, sending a single drop flying to stain the bed sheet. And this intruder’s eyes locked onto that tiny speck of red like an eagle hunting its prey.

The tall man entered the room, cloaked in white. This was no vampire, as pale as he was, or as deathly as he seemed, there were no fangs in that mouth. He was an oddity, stranger so than your situation with the vampires, they just let him stroll into their manor; they never sucked his blood, they never spoke to him. You had suspected him to speak with Azusa on occasion but you could never truly confirm this. He never told any of you his name, and so he became known to you as the Cutthroat. The vampires were certainly an odd bunch, but they could not compete with Cutthroat. Not a vampire, yet he returned home with new blood staining his clothing every night. You had a guess as to what was wrapped up in those bandages, and chances were that he and Azusa could surely bond over it should your theories prove to be truth.

He stalked closer, silent as a ghost like his clothing imitated him to be, he glided across the floor, almost landing in your lap. He was deadset, focused on one thing only, the wet wound that was crusting upon your arm. His intentness scared you, he spoke not a word, even Azusa merely watched in curiosity as he picked up your arm to inspect it. His hands were freezing, though you knew him to be surely human.

He mouthed a word, again, and again, staring into your wound, already darkening and coagulated. He became almost audible, yet breathy and silent, red, red, red

There was a strangeness in his eyes now, not that he ever looked quite okay in the head, but you certainly were unsure of this particular look.

“Can I cut you too?” he breathed, his mouth opening made your stomach churn. His teeth, they were perfect, white as the rest of him and straight like a military cemetery. But they were wrong, like an uncanny valley, too perfect for human, they should’ve been fangs, rows of shark teeth would suit him better.

You shrunk back, looking to Azusa for help, you shouldn’t have taken your eyes off him for even a moment.

For the second time today, a knife pierced your flesh, so deep into your arm it stuck out on its own when he released it. You screamed, your voice scraped against your throat and you scrambled back, tangling yourself in the fabric. Cutthroat pounced on you, reclaiming his knife from your tender flesh, opening a new pathway for the blood to flow. Your juices streaked the blade, the fire in his eyes reflecting in the metal, and your terrified face staring back at you on your respective side of the knife. He lowered it just below your eyelines, but his attention snapped away just as quickly, looking over his shoulder at the vampire tapping him.

“If…she doesn’t…want it……you can…cut me…instead…” he offered, oh so kindly, to save you from this madness, though more likely to bring himself a greater ecstasy of pain that you could never willingly provide him. Cutthroat snapped up this opportunity, dragging a blade across the skin Azusa so proudly presented to him. Blade went through bandage, strips of white fabric dropped to the floor, alongside drips of bright red liquid. Azusa let out a soft moan of happiness.

You squirmed back even more, trying not to make yourself noticed in their preoccupations of pain and blood. You would’ve gotten up and run, but something told you, a knife would be thrown at your head if you tried to escape this bloodbath. So you watched, a deer in the headlights, as the wolves went at each other only a pace away. Cutthroat didn’t hold back, he was more hardcore than any slasher movie villain, Azusa’s arm would be unrecognizable in seconds if he didn’t stop soon.

You were shocked that he wasn’t making a fuss over Cutthroat cutting over his beloved scars, the ones you heard him talk to as though they were his friends. But Azusa seemed to be in too much absolute bliss to notice.

Azusa withdrew his arm, drenched and dripping with thick blood, and tugged on the bandages under Cutthroat’s sleeve. Staining them as he unraveled them, pushing up his sleeve as he did. Cutthroat didn’t object as his arm became exposed to the world. Scars littered his arm, so heavy and deep they changed the silhouette, his entire arm may as well have been pure scar tissue, it was a shock he could even operate it anymore.

Azusa’s blood dripped upon his arm, running down and settling in the grooves of his scars. You had expected something like that to be hiding under his bandages, but you could have never anticipated it to look so extreme, even Azusa’s scars could not compare. Azusa was practically glowing as he sized up a new surface to inflict pain on, as a loving gift to return to the one who shredded his own arm.

He was far more purposeful with his cuts, in extreme contrast to Cutthroat’s messiness, neither seemed to mind it. In fact, mid-cut, Azusa moves his head closer to the other’s. Leaning in, Cutthroat not leaning away, were they going to-

Lips collided, fangs pressed deep in his gums. This had already been a sick display, but it had veered straight into absurdity, did they have something going on? Is this why he was allowed into the manor so freely? Azusa pushed his knife in, eliciting a muffled moan from Cutthroat, deepening their kiss. You could see blood, and you could almost guarantee tongues were being exchanged. You felt a gag rising, and you so foolishly let it become audible.

In an instant, their eyes snapped to you, suddenly reminded that you were a participant in this madness. They withdrew from each other, eyes still locked on you, bloody saliva still hanging between their jaws.

Cutthroat broke the silence, “You should join the fun, shouldn’t you, darling?” his voice was deceptively light, if it was out of context, you’d assume he was inviting you to a playdate, but with all the blood on the floor, you felt your fate being sealed.

They both crawled over to you, each pinning one of your arms before you could shuffle away. You squirmed under their grasp. Your eyes were clenched tight, oblivious to Cutthroat raising his arm, and bringing it right down on your stomach. The adrenaline surged so hard you hardly felt it, yet you struggled harder.

A small laugh to you right side, “isn’t…the pain…wonderful…?” and a gleeful whisper to your left, “it’s red”

You cried out, yet your sobs only seemed to stretch the edges of their smiles. Though you felt numb, the sound of a knife hacking into you was a sound from beyond your wildest nightmares, it reminded you of cutting watermelons, a dull chop, the splitting of flesh and juices spilling. The fabric of your shirt opened to accommodate every stab, and became heavy and warm, slicked with your own blood. Cutthroat laughed, his awful laughter echoed against tall ceilings. His laugh was melodic, almost beautiful in any other context, but here and now, it was grating, horrifying, it seeped into your bones deeper than his knife ever could. If you died here and now, you were sure that laugh would haunt you right into hell.

The stabs stopped, and you squinted your eyes open as your right arm was released. Cutthroat continued to laugh, he continued to stab, but not into you, right into Azusa’s chest.

Stab,

Azusa didn’t look so happy anymore, the famed masochist of the household, and he looked….afraid, like this was a game he was happy to play until it no longer went his way.

You thought vampires were unkillable, but as Azusa went limp over your own dying body, you were suddenly unsure. You were almost drowning in the bed by now, weighed down with Azusa’s body and Cutthroat’s death grip on your arm. Blood from all three of you soaked down into the layers of foam, if you were more lucid about the situation, you may have felt bad that Azusa would have to replace his bed, but fortunately, mattress shopping would have to wait until you weren’t actively bleeding out under the hands of a madman. And this madman just had to be a little more mad, by leaning down to scoop blood from Azusa’s wounds onto his tongue.

Carefully cupping the blood in his mouth, he brought himself to your lips, pressing them against yours. His hands had moved to grip the sides of your skull, forcing you to accept the brutal kiss. His tongue weaved its way into your mouth, transferring his and Azusa’s ‘gift’ down your throat. You choked on the blood, the kiss was suffocating, but that would quickly become the least of your concerns.

You felt something along your neck, and warmth flowing down your body, new blood gurgled in your throat to mix with the gifted blood. Your last sight was the faintest reflection of a red ring in his eyes as he finished slitting your throat, allowing you to join Azusa.

#rave ramblees #akudama drive #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers #yes this is a crossover of equal caliber to the cutthroat x togami high school au smut fic 😍#i unfortunately didn't write something of such greatness #but oh well

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