probablythevaria:

((All my friends from highschool already had kids, and here I am still writing fan fiction and playing my video games. Lmao.))

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Belphegor:

It was a toss up by this point. He was a dad, and that was a solid fact he was now admittedly nervous about whenever he saw your head thrown over the railing of your window, your body lurched over the stone as you felt Bel’s hands wind your hair back carefully as you retched.

If being a dad was any more gross than this, his stomach churned. His body trembled faintly, massaging your scalp as calmly as possible when you tilted your chin back and gagged on the acidic taste of vomit at the back of your throat. A taste from every morning that pained you, your head aching as you felt your boyfriend release your hair and stare at you intently.

“Be thankful it isn’t you with all the nausea,” You spoke, wiping the corners of your lips as Bel made a little snicker. His lips forced a half-smile as you started to wobble back toward your bed. “I swear this kid is killing me.”

“Food?” He tried, hands folding together, but his mind was reeling, asking questions he had no reason to ask yet. Wondering if he was meant for this- if his skills in anything were even suitable to teach to any other human being. Or if he could even raise said human being-

“You just watched me purge my guts like five seconds ago, dude.” You laughed, sinking down into Bel’s sheets. “How about letting me take a long nap?”

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Superbi Squalo:

He did it subconsciously now, Superbi’s hands wandered a bit, smoothing along the widening shell of your belly curiously as he watched the skin move a bit on each kick. 

It was miraculous to him, his eyes slowly moving to stare at every little movement with a growing smile you adored when leaning back on the couch comfortably as he wanted. Because he would do anything to make sure you were comfortable carrying the baby he longed for.

“I bet they’re learning to master the blade in there,” You laughed playfully, letting your love’s hand caress where the baby’s foot swiftly brushed and his fingers tickled. “Like their dad.”

“Yeah, but how can you sleep like that?” His eyes stated disbelief, amazed when he let his hand slide away from your stomach and his arm reached to wind around the back of the couch toward your slumped shoulders. “You must be exhausted.”

“You’re too concerned for me,” You confessed, smiling when his lips eased along your cheek, melting as his reach slipped around you tighter and pulled you into a light embrace. 

“There’s literally no such thing right now,”

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Xanxus:

For once, his head seemed in the right place. His expression grown dark as he stood proudly over the one who bowed toward his storming steps, their face welling with fear you observed anxiously from the shadowy hall. 

They couldn’t have known, but you felt as though they all stared- admiring your glow as you cradled a palm over the seed you bore inside you, nursing the anxiety fluttering in your insides as Xanxus strode ahead of you defensively.

“You would serve me this?” He asked, revealing the char of the food you had been served. The foolish thinking that Xanxus would have behaved any different causing your chest to tighten as you listened for the crash of the trays. Waiting for the threats and the shouting as you turned you cheek and gazed upon those who kindly followed you back to the dining area.

“I apologize,” You heard, the cook ducking away from your boyfriend whose face never changed, but seemed to notice your supervision, his hands setting aside the ruined meal slowly when he grunted. “I will make a new one!”

Xanxus didn’t need to know he had an audience. They didn’t fucking matter. They weren’t bearing his child or in a position to be doted on as he turned his back on the man finally, the stunning change of his disposition striking your as you saw nothing but calm in his eyes. 

Nothing but respect and loyalty to the baby he treated like a worthy prince inside of you as he let your nerves soothe over in the atmosphere. 

“Make her a decent meal,” Xanxus demanded, his voice cooler than any shout. His eyes landing on you as he began to walk toward the table. “I don’t want any seafood either.”

probablythevaria:

((Okay, so, I wasn’t sure whether you meant young and old Varia, so I did that! But if you meant something else by chance then, by all means, send it back in! ♥))

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Xanxus:

Current:

• Xanxus has a habit of being a bit louder during sex; he used to be rather vocal contrary to belief just to mock you and degrade you when he could. It was a kink of his.

• Better avoid those low-plunged tops because he is shameless enough to let that mouth wander everywhere from the valley to the neck.

• Maybe it’s rebellion or lack of being introduced to it, but his libido is crazed, and Xanxus was a beast who went for rounds and hours all he wanted.

TYL:

• He isn’t afraid to talk dirty; before the end of the night has arrived he’s already coaxing you into bed, and telling you how it feels to pry apart your walls.
• He is obviously lazy as fuck, but that gives him a reason to give you the ride of your life while gripping bruises into those thighs and hips.
• He doesn’t sext; Xanxus takes what he wants by coming to you personally, and fucking you hard into the wall.
• Speaking of, if he’s willing to put in the effort, his arms are powerful enough to balance you as he lets your back feel the cold plaster and stone and your hips feel how hard he is and ready to cum inside of you.

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Superbi Squalo:

Current:

• Before he’s had more time to suffer, he prefers slow, steady, sex with your hips close to his and your mouth craning back just to feel every thrumming kiss.

• He can French kiss better than any man in the world; you would kill just to feel that mouth against your clit, and he has no issues with that.

• Things were private, Squalo doesn’t need anyone seeing the mess he makes you, or the way he takes you below the pier just to have that body all to himself.

TYL:

• Pressure breaks him in two, and he gets rougher- bending you over his desk and rasping how hot you look begging for it over your burning skin.

• He learns your body so well, his fingers fuck your body with another hand snaked around your waist until you’re crying his name.

• Grab his hair, pull it, drag your nails into his scalp or back so long as he feels the blood somewhere on his body as you never let him go when he thrusts harder for you.

Leviathan:

Current:

• He has to prove he’s good. Leviathan needs to be the best you’ve ever had when he acts forceful- slamming you into the mattress as he puts you on your knees.

• There’s no shame in enjoying himself, and he doesn’t mind letting you watch if you’d like that.

• The metal of his piercings feels so good at the lips, but it feels so much better with the head of his pierced cock burying inside you.

TYL:

• He learns to be gentle; he wants comfort- he needs to know that there can be love even when you’re on top of him and dropping your hips down hard to hear him moan.
• He can be really handsy; he wants to feel every inch of the body he’s missed out on.

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Lussuria:

Current:

• Seeing you work up that sweat is sexy- let them watch, that welling interest demanding to see you with a hand down your pants as Lussuria watches.
• Lussuria is down to make a movie- all eyes on you as you put on a little show for them. Lussuria wants their lover always on display.

TYL:

• It’s a trap, one that leaves you breathless with strong biceps pressing you back into the door with every heated kiss to seal your fate.
• When you pass, every chance is a chance to lay a nice smack on the ass they see walking by. 

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Belphegor:

Current:

• That smirk isn’t innocent, Bel knows how to flirt, how to get you to say yes when he’s easing forward and letting his tongue sway you every inch deeper into his sheets.

• Youth is a game to him, he thinks he’s stunning, breathtaking, and there isn’t anything he can’t do that doesn’t make him irresistible. Like when he’s rolling his hips into yours, and slithering an arm around your back just to feel how hard he is for you. 

• His teeth are drawn to flesh, nipping at your collar, your neck, the lips so swollen for him that he can’t help but laugh every time he hears that perfect moan.

TYL:

• Yes, he carves his initials deep in your skin, and he loves watching the blood drip, and how your body rises in pain so he can hold it down and lap all the pain away.
• He can be cruel, that includes letting you watch as he gets off on your body. It’s amusing to see you touch yourself under him while he strokes cum down your skin.
• Bel is rough. He leaves fierce marks, he makes you bleed, and he claims what’s his while he muffles your cries and fucks your body with only his slender fingers.
• Every kiss is a trance. Belphegor’s charm consists of a sly tongue that slides away your worries every time, and chases it down with the sensual press of his strong abdomen you can’t help but feel sliding along your body.

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Mammon:

Current:

• They don’t dirty talk- they tease. They call you harsh names, make you feel like a slut before making you get down.
• They don’t need to be undressed to get off- your eyes aren’t worthy of their body as they grind you, and weave through your hair.

TYL:

• It’s utterly dark, but they like that you can’t see them on top, slowly shifting their hips as you moan without seeing how they smirked seeing you wince under the blindfold.
• Your hands will be bound, your mouth sometimes gagged to conceal those grotesque pleas and begging they hear from your dirty mouth.

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Fran:

TYL:

• It’s all an illusion, but they feel so good- every graze of the pleasure he floods you with while never blinking that gorgeous stare away.
• He gets weak when you touch him, but running your hands down his thighs gets him going faster than anything else.
• He doesn’t enjoy kissing; that’s why you’ll have to go a little lower if you want to put your mouth to good use.

probablythevaria:

Xanxus:

It silently drives him insane actually; he doesn’t wanna call because that’s needy, but he’s a man who gets what he wants and ignores the pain of missing them until they appear in the doorway and demands to know what drives their attention away from their bed and their passions.

Superbi Squalo:

The clever planner who always has a little something special up his sleeve. Squalo has flowers on the bed and petals to the doors. He wants them to know he misses them and makes every minute they’re gone lead up to something important when they’re back.

Leviathan:

His romance is obvious, and simple. He sends a lot of texts and messages to let them know he waits for them to come home. He sends love in heavy doses- begging for a long distance kiss and hug just to make him feel close to them at all times. He worries when they’re away, and thinks way too much into every empty night.

Lussuria:

They enjoy their alone time, but sometimes longing for the scent and company of the one they love is too much. Lussuria calls just to hear their voice, pacing the halls sleeplessly and intoxicated for more than just another drink. They start craving affection, pleading for their significant other to just come back home with lots of digital kisses.

Belphegor:

They belong to a man of whimsy and jealousy. He wants to trust them in his heart, but every minute is a week. Every second is an eternity he can’t stop counting when they’re too far away to cuddle him through his violent urges and desires. Bel starts wishing for their company discretely, playing it off cool because he doesn’t want another one gone.

Mammon:

Moodiness will take its toll after a while of being alone. They hate feeling this close to another, and it kills them,. They stay up too late expecting them. They wait in bed with the covers over their face as the person they love stands way too far away for Mammon to sleep until they see their face again. And it makes Mammon feel sick.

Fran:

It’s better to not pretend. His illusions remind him that the room is colder without them leaning on him. Life is boring without them to prank and joke with- an illusion just makes him feel lonelier and silent. Fran hates every second of it, wishing they’d come home. He complains audibly, often lying about like a lost puppy when he sits by the door just hoping they’d sweep in.

probablythevaria:

 ((I feel like we have answered this before, but, sure, why not! ♥))

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Xanxus:

When the power was gone, silence, the flickering somewhere beyond the darkness that held your head tightly into his chest where Xanxus lie in the hollow bedroom engulfed in only the flashes of lighting.

Your murmurs escaping in sobs, eyes squeezed shut as his arm wove around your back tenderly, voice silenced as though he were too proud to speak of this comfort, but he knew. He knew how you felt.

His tension fading as you leaned into his affections. That adorable sigh audible as Xanxus let your body press to his comfortably, stroking your hair as your breathed in every last drop of that masculine perfection protecting you, and hiding the immense roar of the storm under his heartbeat so bravely.

“Is it over?” you dared ask, his grasp tightening as he seemed so unwilling to let you move just yet. 

“Just a while longer,” He rasped, his fingers curling deeper into your skin.

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Superbi Squalo:

Thin walls, pouring rain, the howling winds sealing the door behind you where your only comfort existed in a coat drenched in water. His hair lain on your shoulder in silver rivulets clinging to your bare skin in the drench.

You practically stuck together, like adhesive, clinging to the heat that lasted between you in hot breaths. Your pulse racing to the fear of thunder. Your chest so tight it hurt to breathe in the waves of pounding water begging to get in.

But he held you at all costs; Superbi Sqaulo embraced you through the bullets of rain drops. His swallow heard as you pleaded he never let go.

“I won’t.” He admitted, his cold chin burying softly into your shoulder where you leaned in close. “I’m right here,” 

His voice always rang true. His heart always lie in the right place when he told you nothing but the honest to god truth. He loved you- and he loved doing everything to protect you.

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Lussuria:

“Oh, my,” Lussuria’s voice called out, the booming sounds outside deafening to the one who trembled massively in fear. Your skin crawling as the reception was gone, the lights a memory, the darkness an eternity that took it all from your grasp feeling nothing but air until feeling the sudden warmth. “That is nothing to fret over!”

“How can you say that-”

Their body wrapped yours somehow- the tug of their legs surround your own as Lussuria assured you with their hug that they were right there at your side. 

“I won’t lose you to a mere storm, lovely.” They teased, smiling through the pain like it were nothing. That calming voice soothing it all as a face nuzzled next to yours sweetly with a purr. “It just gives us a reason to spend this time alone, doesn’t it?”

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Leviathan:

Strong arms held a lot of damage. A lot of pain, fear, pride- everything you could muster between flashing lights. The tense grasp of your hands to his waist almost hard for him to bear as Levi stiffened his posture just to avoid the awkward crush of his embrace.

He was never used to this romance; you were strangely refreshing. His love finding relaxation in what he used to destroy- your face pushing deep into his coat as you wanted nothing more than to be swaddled in his scent.

To lie on his bare chest and feel the cold metal of every piercing that you could count versus the swelling storm outside.

“Help me,” You tried not to cry, but it just flowed out. His eyes welled up, widening as his grip snaked around you, and pulled you in tight. “Just help me,”

“O-Of course!”

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Belphegor:

“Did you forget?” His voice whispered, parting with the soft loop of saliva he aggressively pushed away from between you. His sleeve fell away, shape still trapping you down from the glow of the lightning. “Or do you want to keep going?”

Dare he ask? His mouth solved everything- the kiss everlasting, powerful, a poison that numbed it all with the flecks of biting that left your lip cracked, splitting with the leak of blood red down your chin he lapped away viciously.

His hands moved along your lower back, disguising tremours as the shocks of his touch- pushing you closer to how his lips tilted in deeper. His tongue brushed your teeth, gnashing further- grinding your mouth roughly with another blast, another wave of heavy rain you couldn’t hear behind his breathy laugh flowing into the kiss he divided again to smile.

“I don’t think I heard your answer yet,” Belphegor taunted, the hand on his waist digging hard into his flesh when your lips started to pout. 

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Mammon:

Drained, they leaned back to the wall, hand within yours as your eyes finally started to close. The panic formed as white in your cheeks- the stain of colour at last finding its way home as Mammon watched silently.

Your fingers refused to let go however, your breaths still ragged with crying as they merely stared at the mess you became over a little thunder and wind. The way you seemed so weak was…precious.

The tender, little, hopelessness rising from your heart making Mammon sigh as they let you coax them into a restless sleep whether they wished for it or not. But your soft breaths were an invitation, your tears wiped away by black fingernails as they fell softly within your hold and drifted to rest.

“Goodnight,” Mammon breathed next to your ear. “You can relax now.”

“Thank you,” You murmured in return.

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Fran:

There was no storm, Fran seemed to imply, the thunder replaced with the gentle flow of s stream suddenly by your feet plunged carefully into its depths. The rain turning to the current that breezed by in a burden of sun beams casting down on the back of your shoulders ready to turn as Fran knelt next to your bewildered form.

“W-what is this?” You asked sharply, head jolting to the clear skies above that moved by with ease. The cloudless streak leaving your eyes wide as his hand fluttered to your shoulder. “The storm-”

“Don’t think about it,” Fran spoke as assuringly as the sky. His solid gaze making your lips form a solemn stare. It was hard. Your fear haunting you even in the rolling meadow where Fran’s hand held yours. His body scooted closer, head resting on your shoulder where you jumped.

His eyes began to close. “I only want to make you happy here,” Fran added. “I won’t let you be scared this time.”

goodreadss:

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.”

— Paulo Coelho

(via goodreadss)

rocksinmuffin:

“Just look at you, little miracle. It’s like you were made for this.”

You whine, breathy and high-pitched as one of the Grand Highblood’s claws reaches down to teases at your flesh, spreading you wide open where his bulge  is squirming and pushing inside of you. It’s slick and prehensile, moving and twisting inside you as easily as one might move a tongue or a finger. You can feel another hot pulse of something wet and warm spilling deep within you, making your inner walls hot and slick as he continue so to pump inside you.

“It’s like this little body was meant to squeeze around my bone bulge. Warm-blooded alien motherfucker, so hot and tight around me.”

The hand not keeping you spread open reaches down for your hip, pressing you flush against him as his bulge continues to pump and grind inside you. The tip slides against a cluster of nerves that has you rolling your eyes in the back of your head, thighs attempting to clench around your hips even as the Grand Highblood effortlessly keeps your legs spread open.

“Bet a freak like you wouldn’t even mind if a motherfucker used you like a bucket.” He grunts, bulge pressing insistently against that spot inside you that has your back arching and drool dripping down your chin. “Would you like that? Want this motherfucker to paint your insides with my own miracles?”

You’re far beyond words; mouth hanging open in your sex daze as you struggle to rut back against his hips, feel that hot slimy bulge slide deeper and deeper inside you. You might not be able to voice your desires, but you want it, want him, want what he’s promising you. It’s a fight to keep your eyes open but you manage, staring straight into the Grand Highblood’s animal eyes as you clench tight around him.

His reaction is instataneous; animal growl and fingernails like claws digging into the meat of your hip as he cums, spilling inside you so deep, so much, it fills you past the point of overflow, dripping out and staining your thighs. You’re so full, with his dick, with his cum, but he just keeps growling and spilling and your insides flutter around him in another small orgasm and he still shows no signs of stopping.