β¦ βΉ ΛΛ warnings...Β nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dom human m!reader, sub sea monster!leviathan, size difference, loss of virginity (levi LOLLLLLL what a nerd), tentacles...
Β :¨·.Β·Β¨ β₯οΈΒ a.n...Β obligatory levi sea monster fic but my take on it lololol (also yeah im posting this in december fuck you this is the most productive i've been in a year ok let me have this) someone wrote this really sweet tag on one of my recent works and it gen helped me out with my insecurity so thank you for that
how you found yourself in this situation, with your cock stuffed inside leviathan and his tentacles circled around your body, you weren't all too sure, all you knew was that he felt fucking amazing wrapped around you. the very mythical sea beast your ancestors had revered for thousands of years and the one they claimed to be the guardian of the seas was here writhing away beneath you, face flushed with a crimson hue that was nearly overshadowed by the fluorescent shine that matched the skin that made up his tentacles.
when you went out to search for the mysterious gaze sailors often sung about, you sure as hell hadn't thought about being entwined with the very creature you set out for.
the moment you left the reef, the heavy weight of a stare on your back ate away at your suspicions of the sailors tale that there was something watching them out at sea. it was the type of stare that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, as if sensing danger before your mind could catch up, one that reminded you just how large and desolating the ocean was.
everyone knew that a sailors story was, at its core, nothing more than an alcoholics drunken rambling. it was natural to take any tale to whichever poor bloke fell victim to their incoherent word vomit at face value and entertain them with faux interest and encouragement to break away sooner. so it came to no ones surprise that you wanted to prove their stories wrong, to confirm whether it was all hogwash to impress pretty little things into their bed or whether there really was something much bigger than a mere human such as yourself could comprehend.
all you wanted was a confirmation that such a legend could exist, everything else that occurred had be completely beyond your expectation.
a stray tentacle shakily grazed the side of your cheek, bringing you out of your short-lived flashback to focus on the watery eyes that stared up at you with poorly hidden jealousy paired with a slight pout. it took everything in you to not coo at the ancient sea beast who seemed upset that your mind was elsewhere while in the middle of being intimate with him, instead choosing to nuzzle your nose against his as a sort of unspoken act of apology.
if the tentacle relaxing against your cheek was anything to go by, it was safe to say he forgave your momentary distraction.
"don't worry, i was only thinking about you." a hot puff of air fanned over his face along with your whisper, the flush on his face growing redder. leviathan's eyes darted away, the eye contact becoming too intense for him to handle amongst all your other ministrations.
the honeyed words had more of an affect on him the longer he had to process what you uttered, for the moment they finally registered in his mind his walls clamped down around you. his reactions gave away his inexperience despite the poised demeanour he tried to mirror from, presumably, other ancient beings like himself.
"you're much more sensitive than i thought. is it because no one's ever touched you like this, leviathan?" while the idea of a sea monster who lurked beneath the waves and merely watched as intruders breached his home as they pleased had never been put in a situation like this before had you feeling more riled up than ever, it was still hard to swallow that a man this gorgeous had never been admired as he should've been.
you drank up the pretty crimson blush that, at this point, stained his cheeks, taking note of the way the shine spread across his face the more stimulated he was. it was far more adorable than it should've been for a creature double your size who could've killed you faster than you had the chance to think about it.
the weight of your stare bore down on him and in a moment of insecurity, his hands moved to cover his face in an attempt to shy away from your eyes. who could blame him? the intensity in which you looked at him with criminally inviting half lidded eyes that made him feel exposed, like one look from you had shed him of all the barriers he put up around himself and he was laid bare in front of you for you to consume whole.
even though he was the leviathan from human's stories whose unbridled envy and rage caused devastation to many from the onslaught of tsunami's and leaving only destruction in its wake, he couldn't help but feel powerless writhing underneath your gaze.
"y-you're staring too much!" he cried out, using one of his tentacles to cover his face now that his hands were out of commission. you tutted, the pretty vision below you suddenly taken away by a rogue tentacle you had no way of pushing away.
"well, i can't look at you if you keep hiding your face." in an attempt to soften his anxious mind, you rested your forehead against his, nosing gently at the tentacle that stood between you and him. despite the tenderness you showed through your nuzzling, your hips spoke of a different story. he stuttered at your rough pace, the earlier kindness for his inexperienced self nowhere to be found.
while keeping one hand wrapped around his wrists so they couldn't move and come between you and the captivating shimmering flush that dusted his face, you reached out for the tentacle that obstructed your view. it didn't struggle in your gentle hold, letting you pick it up and guide it to your face as you willed. little by little, you brought it closer to your mouth, darting your tongue out to take an experimental lick.
the texture was what you expected, similar to the feeling of the inside of his mouth but not exactly, the liquid that coated the tentacle akin to the saliva that dribbled down leviathan's chin with a slightly sweet undertone. it was slightly rougher than you initially imagined, perhaps due to the element that made the skin shine, like that of a softer cow tongue.
the other tentacles surrounding him flailed, whether in pleasure or overstimulation you couldn't quite determine. just as much as his reactions turned you on, your gestures were equally arousing to him and it showed in the way he clenched around you and the way each individual tentacle twitched in their own way.
if someone had told you that your search for the sea beast that sailors talked all high and mighty about was here, whimpering and whining at the slightest movement of your hips you wouldn't have believed them in a thousand years and yet, here you were. perhaps going with your impulsion and taking the chance to seek out the tales was the best decision you had ever made.
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Delta slowly woke up from a huge major headache, his memory was fuzzy. He didnβt even remember what happened yesterday, even though Delta grabbed his phone but it was cracked and broken. This wasnβt a good sign, he couldnβt call for help, he needed to leave!
Delta tried to walked towards the door but he was stopped, he looked to see what was stopping him. Ankle chains, it made him panic as he tried to get them off. But he did stopped when he saw the bedroom door opened, he saw him, he saw David!
βWell looks like someone is up early~β David said purring.
βW-What did you do to me?! You said you cared about me!β Delta yelled as tears threatened to leave his eyes.
David chuckled as he grabbed Deltaβs hair roughly. It made Delta yelped as more tears came down, he didnβt know what David was gonna do to him.
βYou are now mine you stupid little bitch. You understand me. Heh, dumb little whores like you donβt have rights.β
Delta was surprised before he could even make a word, a hard slap was heard. His lip was bleeding, he was pushed down to the floor as he saw David grabbed something from the drawer.
βW-What are you gonna do to me?!β Delta yelled as he cried.
A hard kick was taken to Delta.
βWho said that you can talk you stupid slut.β David said as he kicked him again.
Delta groaned and cried in pain, it was torture, it was hell. His last relationship was never like this, he needed get out but how could he!? With a hard tug on his hair, Delta yelped as he looked at David with fear and sadness in his eyes, but David didnβt give two shits.
David pushed Delta towards the wall as he hit his head. He coughed up a little bit of blood as his breathing was heavy.
βA weak slut like you donβt need happiness. Youβll suffer here!β David yelled as he walked out.
Delta shivered in pain as he saw someone else came into the room. He was more afraid as he backed towards the closet.
βHey. Hey Iβm not gonna hurt you. Iβm head to help your wounds.β
Delta was confused but he looked at the female, she was pretty for sure..
βDo you promise that you wonβt hurt me.β Delta said as he had fear in his voice.
βIβm sure. My name is Felicity, whatβs your name?β Felicity asked with a soft smile.
βIβm Delta..β
Felicity only nodded as she smiled, she grabbed the rubbing alcohol as she put it on a cotton ball as she cleaned his wounds. Delta hissed in pain, it hurt like a bitch for sure⦠With Felicity stitching up the wounds, she softly hummed as she soon finished.
βIβm sorry for what my brother is doing.. Heβs just continuing the business..β Felicity said as she got up.
βWait what business?!β Delta asked nervously.
βI canβt say much..β
With Felicity leaving the room, Delta was confused about what she said. What did she mean βthe business?β
β¦ βΉ ΛΛ warnings...Β nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, servant dom m!reader, sub perv!solomon, dub con, imbalanced power dynamic, oral (giving), edging, mindbreak kinda
Β :¨·.Β·Β¨ β₯οΈΒ a.n...Β sick in the head sol got me giggling like a schoolgirl hes such a neat lil freak
being the most powerful sorcerer humanity had ever seen, solomon had more than he could ask for. he was no short of money, fame, glory nor power and yet, a corner of his heart still felt empty. he had all he could've ever asked for and was in a position where at the slight raise of a finger, he could get even more. everyone that ever crossed his path bowed down to him with no questions ask, whether it was from fear or reverence he didn't care, but all of humanity adored him.
so when his newest manservant came along, bowing down with faux reverence, his interest was piqued. he saw the way you looked at him, with curiosity of why people thought of him so highly and refusal to believe in him blindly, he wanted to study you, find out why you had such defiance for higher authority.
that was why the sorcerer called on you more often than any of his other maids and servants, he wanted to see the way your face scrunched up in slight annoyance whenever he cheerily called on you, asking for the simplest and dumbest shit. it was also why he gave you a "special" uniform, one shorter and skimpier than the rest of your coworkers uniforms all for the sorcerer's gratification.
the grumbles you would whisper under your breath only served to turn him on, solomon wanted to see just how much he could get you to do while muttering curses. he loved to watch your cute behind as you tidied his clean room, putting things that were just a millimetre out of place back where they belonged. it was horribly time consuming and both you and the sorcerer knew that it was purely out of solomon's sick, twisted pleasure, but you were in no place to complain.
you could always feel the burning gaze on the back of your thighs every time you entered his room, the way the heated stare would trail upwards and scanned your body as though he could see right through your clothes made you feel self-concious, made you feel like you were prey. you knew very well the thoughts that crossed his mind when he openly stared at your exposed legs, the nasty thoughts a master shouldn't be having for his servant.
as long as the sorcerer did anything physical, you could handle it. the humiliation, the embarrassment, the dirtiness; it was nothing new to you, years of hardened experience made you apathetic to such feelings.
but of course, one day it did turn physical⦠sort of?
a small, fleeting touch grazed your back, one so soft and light you would've easily believed it was just your imagination had it not been for the smug expression on the sorcerer's face. it confused you to no end, the gap between the two of you was impossible to cross in the short amount that it took to touch you and you turning to look at him.
goosebumps broke out across your skin, the eyes he looked at you with burned with a brighter intensity than normal and for some reason, you couldn't tear yourself away. a feeling of defiance flared up within you, one that told you to put solomon in his place, to show him that he was no better than any other human who worked their ass off and to put him in his place.
you licked your chapped lips, brushing off the intimidation that rolled off him in waves and slowly inched closer towards him. he watched your every move like an eagle stalking its prey and you realised you were already damned when you found his heated gaze more exhilarating than menacing.
how you ended up on your knees with his cock in your hands remained a mystery, but the flush that coated his cheeks was far too much of a treat for you to pass up. the sorcerer didn't say a word, only watched you with unfocused eyes as if to taunt you to keep going and boy did it fire you up. you were determined to drag him down to your level, even if it meant going along with what he wanted in the first place.
it all paid off of course, the moment you kept eye contact with him as you pulled down his zipper with your teeth and a suppressed whimper crawled out from the back of his throat, you knew that you had made the right decision.
the second his dick was released from its tight confines, it bounced up and stood proudly against his lightly toned stomach, exposing just how excited he was to finally have you in such an erotic position. you quickly glanced at the smug smirk that you swore was permanently etched onto his face at that point and made a promise to yourself; that you would do everything in your power to wipe that stupidly enticing look off his face.
to say that his size didn't intimidate you would've been a lie, because in all honesty, it was an intimidating size. it wasn't that you hadn't seen his cock before, there had been moments where you had "accidentally" walked in on him in his boxers or nude and caught a glimpse at the third leg that hung from the lower half off his body. from the fleeting glances that you had of it, he was roughly the same size as you normally, so the sense of foreboding didn't creep up on you until you were face to face with his cock at its biggest.
nevertheless, you pushed aside the feeling of unease and reminded yourself of his pleased expression and your resolve came back in full force. you started off lightly, giving his red tip a kittenish lick, blinking back in surprise when a few beads of precum trickled out of his head. you looked up at him, your own smirk playing on your lips now that his cock had given away how keen he really was.
a few more airy moans filled the air as your licks grew longer, soon you took the entirety of his head into your mouth, cringing slightly when his precum touched your tongue. you continued to maintain eye contact and felt the satisfaction bubble up within you when you witnessed the fall of his facade in real time. little by little, his smirk dwindled, soon reduced to his teeth sinking into his lower lip to snuff the sounds that fought their way out.
to think, you would one day be capable of reducing the great and mighty solomon to such a state, head tilted back and muttering rough obscenities under his ragged breath, body flushed and covered in a slight sheen of sweat. who would've thought the pervert that preyed on his new servant was so sensitive, precum dribbling out of his leaky tip so much so that it spilled out of the corners of your mouth.
you could feel his heartbeat thrumming through the bulging vein on the underside of his dick from where it sat heavy on your tongue, betraying his usual unreadable demeanour. he was just as excited and turned on as you were and now that you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth, all sense of reason flew out the window and he let his emotion show.
your tongue traced the vein on the underside of his cock before you came off his dick completely, a string of your spit connecting your lips to his length as if chasing the warmth of your mouth. your hands, which had strictly stuck to his thighs or played with his balls, moved down to clamp around the base of his cock.
"admit it. you're a dirty pervert who likes to watch his servants do absurd chores in revealing uniforms, aren't you?" a loud, uncharacteristically high pitched cry rang out at your hand harshly tightening its grip around his cock, the sound sending a shiver down your spine at the upper hand you had over him.
teary, half-lidded eyes looked down at you, his right arm coming up to cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle the whimper that bubbled out of his throat when you didn't let up. you raised an eyebrow, shifting backward to fool him into thinking you'd stop all together.
"aah! i'm a dirty pervert!" he cried out, wet with desperation and need. unfortunately for him, the sound just went straight to your dick and you realised then just how much you liked the sound of him in such a pathetic state. when you still kept your tight grip on his dick, a gargled sob fell from his pretty lips followed by fat tears rolling down his cherry red cheeks.
"i'm, i'm a dirty pervert who likes to watch his, his servants do chores in revealing uniforms!" only after his admission did you relent, releasing your hold on his leaky cock. "please, please, please.." his knees buckled underneath him and he had to grip the table he was leaning against until his knuckles turned white in order to keep himself upright.
if only his devout followers could see him now, all whiny and begging his servant to make him cum.
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the longer you stick by her side, the shorter your lifespan becomes but thirteen is willing to go lengths to keep you next to her as long as possible | cw slight body horror, obsession
as a kitsune, barbatos is always there to share his warmth with you when your cool to the touch skin and the chilly autumn air becomes too much to bear
there have been tales of people feeling an overwhelming presence while out in sea, you didn't believe them until you felt the gaze yourself | cw size difference, tentacles, loss of virginity
β¦ βΉ ΛΛ warnings...Β nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, top amab!reader, bottom ghoul!belphegor, somnophilia, dub con, dacryphilia, size difference :flushed:
Β :¨·.Β·Β¨ β₯οΈΒ a.n...Β just raw dogged this shit and the size kink hit me in the face like a brick π chill stamp for good luck.. take him on yuor journey you'll need him...
god, he had been watching you from afar for far too long. the moment you stepped foot into the apartment, he had his eye on you. if there was one thing belphegor liked about being a wandering spirit, it was how he could watch you without you ever knowing. he was mesmerised, the way you carried yourself, the way you would unintentionally ignore his ghoulish pranks, the way you didn't even flinch when he purposefully crossed your line of sight as an apparition, everything about you had piqued his interest.
there had not been a moment where he didn't follow you around the house, whether you were doing basic chores, working, or changing, he was unknowingly by your side.
the ghost always thought you looked your prettiest when you thought no one was watching you, especially on quiet nights when harsh pants and muffled curses disturbed the silence of the early hours of dawn as you fucked into your fist. as he watched silently, a long forgotten need he had long since felt began to rise to the surface, one that left him restless, his eyes constantly shifting between your hand's rough pace and your focused face.
belphegor felt a heat spread all across his form that he hadn't felt since before his death, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling only you managed to evoke. the longer he stared at you, the more riled up he became, especially when your rambling got more desperate and your eyebrows twitched in the way he recognised as you reaching your high. he had to swallow the lump in his throat when you bit your lip and shut your eyes as you rode out your high, wishing for nothing more but to be the one you were bucking your hips up into instead of your fist.
a feeling of something akin to longing washed over belphegor, he longed for your gaze, not one that looked past him. he longed for your touch, not one that went through him. he longed for your attention, not brushing him off whenever he pulled a harmless prank. he wanted more and more until there was nothing left of you to consume, he couldn't stand being just another mindless ghost following you around like a puppy who knew no better with a master who couldn't bear the weight of its loyalty.
as belphegor watched your peaceful sleeping face, a delightful thought crossed his mind. while the plan ruminated, his see through hand stroked your cheek, the warmth from your living body permeating his soul and the hole where his heart was meant to be ached.
while in the middle of fighting off zombies, your surroundings changed. the zombies that were crowding around you suddenly disappeared as though they were never there to begin with. blinking your eyes a few times, it took a moment for your brain to comprehend the abrupt change. when you finally grounded yourself, you realised you were in⦠your room? it was only when you can to that conclusion that you realised you were currently dreaming.
a huff from someone above you broke you out of your thoughts, you hadn't even noticed the pretty man straddling your hips or his ass that struggled taking all of you. a groan escaped your dry throat and your hands flew to the curve of his back and the back of his thigh in an attempt to stabilise him, face scrunched up in bliss and a strangled noise sounded throughout the room as you helped him bottomed out. the lithe man collapsed on top of your chest, blue and white hair spread out on your skin while his body trembled, clearly not used to your size.
you gave him a bit to collect himself before you experimentally rolled your hips, resulting in a loud, desperate cry. the boy turned his head so his chin would rest on your chest and it was then that you could get a good look at him.
his pretty indigo and white streaked hair framed his face in a way that gave off an almost unreal feel, a few strands of hair clung to his face from the light sheen of sweat while his long, overgrown bangs covered the entirety of his right eye. unlike his right eye, his left eye that looked at you with an indecipherable emotion swimming within it.
a flush coated his cheeks and nose, which let out a quick sniffle and in turn, made a few beady teardrops spill from his eyes and rolled down his face. you watched as a tear made its way down to his pouty, spit coated lips, your eyes lingering on them for a beat too long before you realised the man was still looking at you with a needy look.
a faint sense of familiarity tickled the back of your mind, you felt as though you had seen him before but there was a mental block that prevented you from delving farther into the thought.
seeing that you were too caught up in your thoughts so pay attention to him, belphegor rolled his hips against you and keened, high pitched and desperate, smirking when your eyes snapped to his. "what's got you so distracted? i'm right here, aren't i?" he purred, his teasing hands coming up to lightly scratch your sides.
his taunt had you chuckling, whoever this fantasy man was, he knew all the right ways to get you riled up. you were ready to make him eat his words, even if it was all just a dream.
the ghost smiled upon seeing the passion in your eyes, he never knew it was this easy to get you to look at him. now that he knew, there was no way belphegor would ever stop haunting your dreams.
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β¦ βΉ ΛΛ warnings... suggestive, under 16 do not interact, dead dove do not eat, m!reader, kinda yandere ghostface!lucifer, stalking, gore fantasies, mild body horror lol, mindbreak, kidnapping at the end
Β :¨·.Β·Β¨ β₯οΈΒ a.n... fun fact i only watched scream for this ^w^ ever since that one halloween event i haven't been able to get masked lucifer out ofmy mind and its been driving me nuts actually (just came back from one of the best nights of my life i am writing this on a high) if u saw this before no u didn't (i don't even know why it posted in the first place)
news of a killer targeting unsuspecting men in the dead of night broke out and shook the community of your quaint little town. all the victims had been taken late at night and had no correlation with each other, only to be found the next morning disemboweled and slaughtered like farm animals in what was supposed to be the safety of their own homes.
while many chose to set a curfew and return early in hopes of staying alive, you knew you weren't interesting enough for a serial killer to take, so you took the curfew with a grain of salt. you continued to do your regular routine with the new community rules in the back of your mind, enjoying the peacefulness of the unusually quiet town.
unbeknownst to you, hidden in the shadows lurked a masked man, watching your every move with practiced patience and hungry eyes. lucifer couldn't help the ghost of a smile that toyed on his lips, excitement pumping through his veins at the thoughts of what he would do to you once he got his hands on you.
he thought of all the ways he would play around with you, how he would taunt you through the phone and watch as your face fell into fear and desperation. the killer enjoyed toying with his victim for as long as possible, or until he got bored, but all of it was meaningless amusement. from the very beginning, lucifer had his sights on you. you were his ultimate goal, the sole reason he started attacking random people in the first place was to capture your attention, to keep you thinking about him.
although you thought you hid yourself well in the crowd, it was that very reason that lucifer targeted you, oblivious and bland yet so mesmerisingly beautiful, he couldn't ignore such a cute boy walking alone at night. his eyes followed you as you weaved through crowds without attracting any attention, just a simple passerby to all those people who were unaware of just how captivating you were.
despite your normal outwardly appearance, he knew the skeletons in the closet you kept hidden to yourself and only let slip when you thought no one was watching. he knew all of the things you did when you thought you were alone, lingering silently in the dark corner of your room and plotting further.
his mind wandered to your delicate neck, wondering all the ways he could mark up your untouched skin. he pictured a beautiful blue and purple bruise the shape of his hand across the expanse of your neck, bite marks and small cuts littering the curve of your collarbone and shoulders. your legs and how good they would look wrapped around his waist pulling him impossibly closer took reign over his thoughts and his eyes trailed down to your legs, visualising all the marks he would leave behind to mark his territory.
he wanted nothing more than to rough you up, to rip you apart and sow you back together so you would be dependent on him for the rest of your life. he wanted to witness the moment your mind finally broke, succumbing to lucifer's every whim and request. he wanted to see you broken, beyond repair and moulded entirely for him.
there were moments he considered murdering you in the most brutal ways possible, especially when he would see you a little too close to your insignificant friends, or when he noticed you being a little too polite to strangers. those eyes you gave to your best friend belonged to him, you shouldn't be looking at anybody else like that beside from him. he couldn't make up his mind on whether he wanted to rip out your eyeballs out so you'd never be able to look at anyone like that ever again or if he wanted to bring you your best friends head on a platter and have that as your last memory of them.
the sound of his knuckles cracking shook him from his momentary reverie and lucifer decided then and there that he had to do something about his jealousy.
the next morning you woke up and found out that your best friend had gone missing in the middle of the night. to say you were distressed was an understatement, the situation was grim and everyone had sort of accepted that they wouldn't show up alive. the killer ate up your misery like a starved dog, clinging onto every emotion that flashed through your eyes that he caused.
lucifer teased the cops of your small community like a game of tag, leaving small trails of evidence and letting them believe that they were catching up to him when in reality he was always five steps ahead. when the killer finally killed them, he had made a show of it, stringing the body up like they were no more than halloween decoration, mangled and battered until they weren't recognisable. it was truly one of his most grisly murders yet.
he was there the moment you found out, blended into the crowd and without his usual get up so he could be near you. the moment the light left your eyes he knew he had made the right choice in prolonging your mental anguish.
that very night, he snatched you up. now he could have his way with you, he could toy with you as long as he wanted and no one could stop him.
β¦ βΉ ΛΛ warnings... dead dove do not eat, gn!reader, spoilers for lesson 35 whoops, brief stalking mention, scent kink, established relationship, obsession, body horror, unhealthy attachment to a corpse
Β :¨·.Β·Β¨ β₯οΈΒ a.n... I'M FINALLY WRITING SOMETJIMG FOR MY NUMBER ONE BABYGIRL CAN I GET A WAHOOO??!???!! BONUS BECAUSE SHES WEIRD!! AND A LITTLE UNSETTLING!!! (this turned out sadder and more romantic than i thought lol oops) srry that this is so latebtw i've been doing uh teenager stuff lol <3
from the very moment she had caught a whiff of your scent in her lair, thirteen was hooked. it didn't take a genius or a powerful existence to sniff out the stench of other living beings that had trespassed her den. amongst the familiar smell of demons and that pesky sorcerer, yours had stuck out like a sore thumb, so much so that all thoughts regarding your illegal trespassing flew out her mind.
perhaps it was because she was a reaper, but she could practically taste the life that seeped into your scent. for someone who was neither dead nor alive, hell was it addictive.
she just had to seek you out, there was no way someone brimming with so much life could escape her grasp now that she had her sights on you. whenever she wasn't busy watching the life candles or coming up with new fun trap ideas, she couldn't resist the temptation to follow and watch your every move. after all, when would another human who smelt so good and wasn't a sham of a sorcerer come down to devildom and pique her interest like you did? she needed to have you, needed to trap you somewhere where only she could see you, where only she could be with you.
there were nights she found herself craving you and your scent, despite her plan still in the works. there moments where the thought of leaving all her work behind, to sneak in your room and take you away with her and live out the rest of your lives together (or more so, your life..). an itch to steal the clothing she saw you wore often made her feel restless, but she was nothing if not patient and told herself she'd wait until she was closer to you.
eventually, the two of you were bound to run into one another at RAD, but that moment didn't come nearly soon enough. so, the reaper took matters into her own hands. she waited for the moment you weren't surrounded by those clingy demons to make her move, making it seem as though it was completely coincidental and not carefully thought out on her part. gosh, you were so much cuter in person, she had fantasised the moment she could finally talk to you dozens of times and you went beyond all her expectations.
this was perfect; without realising, you were slowly playing into her trap. the reaper made sure to play up a facade, one that would keep you curious about her and have you coming back to find out more. she played the role of a trickster until you tied the strings of your heart around her marionette controller all on your own accord, swept away by the sweet words and barrage of attention from such a pretty, powerful being. she had you in the palm of her hand and you were more than alright with it.
there was an ornate fear that constricted thirteens heart, or at least a reaper's equivalent of one, something she feared for more than anything else in all three realms. as a reaper, she was far too aware of how short human lifespans were and how much shorter it would be around her and it terrified her. now that she had you in her grasp, she couldn't afford to lose you. there were unspoken lengths she was willing to go in order to keep you next to her, even if it meant breaking the laws of the three realms.
while humans were satisfied with a life together until death parted them, for a reaper, even death wouldn't be enough to part ways. being surrounded by death, the very being that watched over every human from the second their flame lit to the moment their light blew out, it was hard to form an attachment when such lives were fickle and could go out at any given moment. thirteen knew that, she knew that one gust of wind could easily put an end to you and everything you had lived for and so she wanted to cherish what short time she had left with you.
the day you died, many souls died with you. the reaper lost all control and threw a rage, at the other living beings who wouldn't understand her pain and at the world for making her kind so detrimental to human life. it was unfair, unfair how you had just started out your life and now you were gone, unable to spend many more of your firsts with thirteen. she didn't even have the chance to show you just how much she loved you.
not a day went by where thirteen didn't take care of your body, washing your body with extra care and dressing you in your favourite clothes, keeping your appearance the same as it was the day you died. even as your flesh began to turn all sorts of hues, she still thought you looked as beautiful as the day she lost you.
your body, now lifeless and cold, a mere shell of the human you once were, could no longer support the weight of your head and slumped forward onto thirteen's shoulder whenever she would pick you up. the reaper held onto every inch of your being left, afraid that if she let even a hair shed, your entire existence would cease to exist, as if you had never been here in the first place.
your eyes were always something she adored, something that left her speechless and the first time she got to see them up close and in person, she was left in awe. by now, she's stared at you long enough to determine that yes, stars do swim in your eyes, and never missed the opportunity to go stargazing. even after your eyes became blurry after your death, they never lost that sparkle that she fell in love with in the first place.
how could she resist pulling you into her arms and dance along to inaudible music when you looked so beautiful? even though your skin was icy to the touch and your joints refused to move from the rigor mortis, she still enjoyed holding you close and swaying to an unknown rhythm. especially on nights when the moonlight would peer into her lair and cast a shadow on your features that just ever so slightly make you appear alive, she would dance until the sun took the moons place and brought her back to reality.
nevertheless, until the moment she reaped her last soul, she would continue to love you and keep you by her side, no matter the cost.
