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summary: angie x reader where both angie and reader accidentally take aphrodisiacs and decide to help each other out ^^
CW (18+): love bites, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scissoring
words: 3.08k
Melatonin Lust
You were working at the infirmary, being the Ultimate Pharmacist, you were there every day. You would see the same people every day coming and collecting their daily medication. One of those people you saw daily was your closest friend, Angie. Gosh, the way she smiles, the way she's so enthusiastic every day makes you blush, of course, you gain a crush on her, being more desperate seeing her visit the infirmary.
"Hi S/O~! How are you?" She greeted, with her usual bubbly personality.
"Hello Angie," You greeted, "just your usual medication?"
"Mhm!" She nodded, curling the sides of her lips to a bright smile.
You blushed a little at her smile, you found it adorable. "Okay.. Just give me a minute while I look for yours okay?" You said, now pacing to the back of the infirmary for her medication.
Before you even asked to get her medication, you prepped it the day you left before hometime, you cared about her a lot, you sorted through all the names from A-Z, thank goodness her name started with an A, so it was a quick find. Her little bag just had 2 pills, and she told you that Atua thinks she has a problem with sleeping, even without Atua, you could easily tell from her quite crazy energy she gives off, not being able to have a break, so you can tell she needs them.
You took the little ziplock, as you walked back to the front counter, Angie sitting on one of the benches. You call out to her, her head turns as she stands up from the bench and walks towards the front. You hand her the little ziplock bag of her medication, she takes it, waves goodbye, and leaves.
You felt a little sad seeing her leave, but you widen your eyes slightly, seeing Angie turn back around and walk toward you. You start feeling a bit worried, why was she coming back? Did you do something wrong? But as she approached closer, she finally spoke.
"Oh S/O! Since you're already here, why don't you take a break and come by my art studio? I would love to show you around!"
You blushed a light pink from her request, you know you couldn't just leave your stand right now, the other people needed you, but since you have such a crush on her, you reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, sure..!"
"Great~!" She smiled along with a giggle, she then grabbed your arm and started dragging you towards her art studio, definitely struggling along the way..
After what felt like ages of her just dragging you, you both finally stand at the front of her art studio's door, she opens the door. Not even the whole room is shown, just the little view you get from the front of her door, you see a lot of art in all different shapes and sizes, and you stare in awe.
"Come on in~!" She says, walking in her studio, and you follow suit.
You walk around, your head turning to each side to admire each artwork, Angie explaining that Atua gave her the encouragement and talent to create such art.
"Wow Angie.. This art is amazing!" You praised, as you eventually laid your eyes on a specific artwork of hers, a self-portrait, Angie notices and explains how it's pretty basic compared to her other artworks. You don't even listen, you just admire her self-portrait of.. Her. You can't help but just think of how beautiful she is, you're thankful to have a friend like her, a crush on her, anything.
"Oh S/OOOO.." She whispered in your ear.
You get startled by her breath hitting your ear, finally snapping out of your gaze. "U-Uhm, yes Angie?" You asked, still a bit startled.
"We should head into my room, we can braid each other's hair, and I can maybe teach you some spiritual rituals about Atua!" She said excitedly, hoping that you'll accept her request.
"Sure!" you said excitingly, or maybe even way too excited, any who, she giggled with joy from your acceptance as she led you to her bedroom.
You numbingly look in awe once again, at the entrance and aesthetic of her room and you can't just help but walk in, being hit with a beachy and island feeling to it, in a good way of course. The walls are draped with sea grass-colored curtains, giving the room a beachy vibe. Several beach-themed items, such as shells, driftwood, and seashells, are placed as decorations across the room.
"Gosh Angie, I can't emphasize more on how amazing your stuff is.."
"Of course S/O! Auta gave me the creativity to make my place look stunning!" She said energetically, then, Angie walked over and plopped herself onto her bed, patting next to her for you to join in.
You hesitated, but then sheepishly walked towards Angie, then sat yourself down next to her on the edge of her bed, your hands slightly gliding across Angie’s skin, making you pull back quickly, and Angie, not seeming to notice.
You sighed, relieved that Angie didn’t notice. But now being awkwardly quiet between you two, you broke it.
“Sooo.. Uhh.. Whad’ya wanna do?” You asked, hoping that Angie would have some sort of idea of what to do in an awkward situation.
“Hm, we should definitely do some art together!” She said with an overjoyed tone.
You looked down, and raised your wrist higher to your face, looking at your watch. It was currently 4:23PM and School ended at 6PM. You looked a bit worried, hoping that doing art with her wouldn't take as long since you need to go back to the infirmary to do your duties.
“How long would we take to you know.. Do art together?” You asked, with a slightly reassuring tone, hoping Angie wouldn’t take it the wrong way of thinking you wanted to leave early, which you did. But you wouldn’t want to tell her that would you?
“Could take a few hours.. Not so sure.. Maximum four at least!” Your heart dropped at the words she said, at least four hours? You wouldn’t be able to get back to the infirmary to finish your duties, therefore you would get in big trouble.
You couldn’t decide, should you take the safer route and just leave now? Or take a riskier one and stay where you’re at right now. You couldn’t stop thinking about which one to take, you snapped out of your thoughts when Angie spoke.
“S/O, are you okay? It’s okay if you want to leave,” She gently took your hand, and placed it onto hers, “You’ve spent plenty of time with me already!”You blushed slightly at the sudden contact, you felt your face heating up.
“N-No! Uhm.. I’ll stay with you, don’t worry..” No way you’re coming back from this, the desperate side of you wanted to stay with Angie, but the more practical side told you to go, since you’re pathetic, you chose Angie.
“That’s great to hear S/O!” She clapped both of her hands with joy, “This will be so much fun, thank Atua for the both of us!”(TIME SKIP: I'm sorry, I have no idea what to write for this scenario..)You and Angie went a little overboard with making art together, it was way over 4 hours, I guess a lot of time passed, since you’ve been doing stuff with Angie for more than four, 6 hours in total, it was now around 10PM, and getting late.
“I think I should start heading back to my dorm Angie, It’s getting a bit late…” You start packing your stuff to head back, just before you started to walk out of her dorm, you felt a hand pull you back, it was a pretty strong grip.
“Wait S/O! You can stay here for the night, it’s a bit dangerous out there ya know?” Her grip slightly turned a bit less tense, but still holding onto you.
“Don’t worry Angie, I’m fine I-”
“Atua says you should stay! Don’t worry, I won’t bite or anything!” She pushed you to stay, but of course you complied, staying the night over at a crushes house? Of course you would take the chance.
“Fine..” Just play it innocent, like it will always turn out, no advances or anything.
You put your bag back down onto her floor, you glanced up at Angie, getting a mattress for you to sleep on, I guess that ruined the chances of you to sleep on the same bed as her, now stop thinking about it.
She prepped a few pillows and a blanket on top of the mattress, after she was done, you sat on it, pulling out your phone to scroll through some videos before sleeping.
You turned to see Angie already laying on her bed, it caught you by surprise, she was energetic a few minutes ago when she was asking you to stay over, but was she really that tired?
“Mhm.. Atua says I should get some sleep, I am pretty tired, but I have enough energy to do regular stuff.” She said, with a less energetic tone than usual, which was a rare tone for you or anyone to hear from her.
“Well, have you taken your sleeping pills yet?”“Oh, thanks for reminding me S/O! I haven’t taken them, but I'm already tired, so I'll take one!” Angie got up to get a glass of water to take with her pill but she turned to you before taking it, “Do you want to have my other pill? Atua senses you are still a bit energetic, so you should take it!”
(W: Anything past this part is 18+ if ur uncomfortable, please skip through)
She was right, you were still feeling a bit energetic, she handed you a pill, she took hers and chugged some water, you did the same after.
After you both took the sleeping pills, you both laid on your respective beds, well, for you a mattress. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep but it felt very.. Uncomfortable? No, it was awkward, you kept moving and shuffling around, you felt your breathing getting heavier, you felt hot and sweaty without even sweating.
You sat up properly from your makeshift bed, you tried thinking, what pills did you take? It took you a minute before finally realizing you took an aphrodisiac, and you worried even more since you and Angie both took the same pill. You were fucked, Angie would never forgive you for this since you are the one who takes care of her medication.
You looked up towards Angie and her bed, you basically crawled to her, your stomach was aching, filled with arousal and awkwardness.
“Angie..” You said weakly, the aphrodisiac slowly taking over every passing minute.
“S/O.. What is happening to me..? Even Atua doesn’t know..” You heard her breathing heavily, face flushed.
“Crap.. Angie.. I-Ah.. I think we took aphrodisiacs..” It was getting harder to breath, the air around you felt thick with arousal, you felt your face burning, and the awkward heat on your lower area rising.
Your hands we're covering your abdomen, trying to ease the aching pain in that area, but it didn't help at all, you needed a different type of help to ease the pain. You needed Angie’s help.
“Angie.. I’m sorry but ah.. I need your help with something..” “What do you haah.. Need help with.. S/O..?”You slowly climbed up Angie’s bed and straddled onto her lap. “I need this, I-I can’t hold it back any longer, it hurts so much..”
You felt tears in your eyes, slowly sliding down your face, the pain in your abdomen and stomach was getting too much, you never knew that an aphrodisiac could cause this much pain to you and Angie.You flinched when you saw Angie put her hands on the back of your head and your waist, bringing you even closer to her.
“It’s okay S/O, we can help eachother out..”
She used her hand to your chin, lifting your head high, exposing your neck to her view, she leaned in towards your neck, you felt her hot breath tickling your neck, making you get goosebumps.
You felt her lips finally in contact with your neck, you let out a slight gasp, her lips were kissing everywhere on your neck and collarbone area, sucking on them to cause hickies and dark spots to form.
You didn’t even retaliate, you wanted this to happen, you needed this to happen, this was the only way to ease the pain between you two.
She let go off your neck, a thin string of saliva showing.
She took off her yellow cardigan and set it somewhere, she started undoing your uniform, she took off your cardigan and your white buttoned top, she also slid off your skirt, leaving you with just a bra and your underwear to her view.
Angie admired your body for a while, until she finally spoke up.
“You’re so perfect S/O..”
She caught you off guard when she praised you, you then feel her hand sneak to the back of your bra and unclipping it, letting it fall freely on the bed.
Angie reached her hand up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently.
“So soft..” She murmurs, not wasting time, she leans her head down, taking in one of your nipples to her mouth and sucking on it.
You let out a gasp of pleasure of the new sensation, Angie then takes her hand to play with your other nipple, twisting and pulling on it gently as she continues to suck on your sensitive flesh. Her other hand is working its way down towards your panties.
You shivered at the feeling of Angie’s slim fingers sliding down your waist.
Once she reaches your underwear, her fingers trace the outline of your panties through the fabric, teasing you.
“My my S/O.. You’re already so wet!” She pointed out with no care, she definitely grinned to herself after you turned your head to the side to hide your flustered face, trying to keep some of your dignity.
You couldn’t even reply to the comment, your mind was hazy, full of lust, and probably affected by the aphrodisiac as well.
Angie quickly grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it behind you, then she gently pushed your head onto the pillow, with your back now towards the bed.
She rubbed your thighs before taking off your underwear and throwing it off to the side. Her fingers parted your folds, you were already dripping wet from the teasing, so Angie’s fingers easily slid in without too much pain.
You arched your back to the feeling of two of Angie’s fingers entering inside, nearly causing your eyes to roll back, your jaw unhinged, leaving your mouth open. You felt drool going down the side of your mouth to your chin each time Angie pumped in and out of you.
“A-Angie..! Ngh..~ Fuck..”
She leaned her head in, stimulating you with her fingers and her tongue. You could hear the slick and sucking sounds from her mouth and fingers. The thought of 3 in 1 hole made you surprised you could take so much.
You were nearly at your peak, the pain from your stomach after taking the aphrodisiac mixed with the continuous merciless thrusting of Angie’s fingers and tongue was really putting you on edge.
It wasn’t long before you finally came all over Angie’s fingers and mouth, you were breathing heavily, no wonder why sex was so tiring. You were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts when Angie spoke up.
“Atua has blessed you with the amount you produce!” She said shamelessly, as she was licking your cum off her fingers and her chin.
That definitely caught you off guard, but god she didn’t have to bring that up. You just blushed harder than normal, but at least you were somewhat snapped back to reality.
You 're having your moment of just trying to catch your breath, but with the rustling of Angie beside you made you curious.
Once you and Angie were facing each other, she slowly began to intertwine her legs with yours until both your pussies were pressed lightly against one another.
You let out a small gasp, which quickly turned into a long, quiet moan as Angie began to gently rub herself against you. You felt as though the air was as cold as ice because of the heat from Angie's body on yours. You were afraid that if you broke away, Angie would become frozen and frigid, so you tried to stay as near to her as you could.
“Fuck.. Ngh- Angie..! I-I can’t take anymore..!”
Angie started to grind against you and your words were stuck in your throat. Desperate to prove that you still had some self-control, you tried to talk some more, but it was useless; all that came out of your mouth were the uncontrollably loud moans and whimpers as pleasure shot through your body.
As Angie's breath hit your face and you both gasped and panted, the heat of her breath intensified your feelings even more, swaying you and her hips in rhythm.
The pressure was building quicker than last time, you were seeing stars.
“S/O.. I’m so close..” Angie muttered.
Both of you were about to cum, the both of you grinding against each other was getting quicker and faster, desperate for both of your releases.
Both of you screamed out each other's name as you finally came. It was messy all over Angie’s bed.
You and Angie’s legs are shakily un-intertwined, flopping back against the bed, it was definitely time for a rest.
The silence between you two was a bit awkward, the room just filled with breathing from both of your intense orgasms.
“We should do that another time.”Angie spoke up abruptly, leaving you surprised.
“Again? I don’t really think we should do that again Angie.”Angie giggled to herself, “I’m just saying what Atua thinks!”
“Really? What else did he say?” You scoffed.
“I love you!”
“Oh, he said that? Tell him I said tha-”
Angie leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips.
The kiss quickly turned passionate, gradually becoming needy.
Angie quickly pulled back, leaving a string of saliva, “Nope, that was just me.”
The DRV3 cast + how they'd like to be comforted when they're upset/sad?👀 Thanks!!
Rantaro tends to keep his emotions to himself, honestly. So he had to trust you a lot to open up to you, but when he does he just likes to talk about random stuff to take his mind off of it. Stuff that’ll make him laugh, or just you talking about your day.
Kaede is another who needs to trust you a lot to be open about her feelings, usually likes to play piano when she’s sad. Appreciates it if you’d just sit next to her while she plays.
Ryoma isn’t the most open when he’s upset, he shuts people out when he’s sad. When he finally opens up to you, he wants to ignore it and talk about anything else. Like rantaro would just talk with you about random things.
Kirumi would need to trust you a lot for this, but she’d like you to play with her hair. Reminds her of when she was a child, it’s relaxing and soothes her to sleep.
Tenko likes to get her emotions out through exercise, and appreciates it if you’re willing to do them with her. Screaming out her emotions with her, training with her as well.
Angie likes to ramble and talk about what’s upsetting her, she doesn’t need advice, just somebody to listen to her and understand her point of view. She also likes you styling her hair while she talks.
Miu typically makes inventions as a form of distraction when she’s upset, but since you’re around she’ll probably rant to you about what’s upsetting her and demand cuddles.
Gonta needs cuddles :( gonta doesn’t know what’ll make him feel better, so you have to figure it out over time. However, braiding his hair and taking him outside to just walk around makes him feel a lot better!
Kokichi likes to cuddle, it’s one of the only times he’s quiet and not a teasing asshole, but in this context it’s more concerning. He doesn’t talk at all, but he likes background noise. So whether you’re talking or you’re playing video games or the tvs on, whatever’s best.
Kaito needs a good pep talk tbh. He needs to be told he can’t give up! He’s kaito momota! Luminary of the stars! He still needs to get to space! He’s strong! He’s amazing! Etc! He needs a hype man to feel better.
Kiibo appreciates having somebody to talk to, to listen to his problems. He also likes having somebody just validate him and give him compliments, he will outright ask for them.
Maki likes listening to you talk about random things. You make her happy, so she likes seeing you happy and talking about things you enjoy or things that happened that day that were good.
Himiko likes cuddles, she’s not always open about her feelings but with you she is truly her most vulnerable self. She likes to cuddle you while she cries her heart out.
On fuck. By the end of the night you’re going to look like you got beat up after school, but also feel like you were being injected with pure fucking euphoria the whole time. They knew exactly how to make you grit your teeth by biting, sucking, or just straight up slapping you in all the right place to make you scream. (without the s-) And when I say scream, I mean screaming bloody murder. It’s a good thing they invested in soundproof rooms, because holy shit they could make you howl. The way they tied you down to the bed, rope binding your whole body stiff, barely able to even twitch from the smallest traces of their fingers on your oh so sensitive skin. And it wouldn’t just be their fingers touching you~ but, that’s only if you were a good little thing for them. It could go two ways.
You thought they were even going to touch you at all? Oh you poor, poor, stupid slut, they say, you aren’t going to be touched by their perfect hands at all. The only thing that gets to press against your needy body were the countless toys they have stored all for you.~ and maybe if you were lucky enough, they would actually set it to an acceptable level. But, if not, expect your sex to be shaking violently enough to create an earth quake, causing you to scream out in pain and pleasure. Yes, Yes, Yeeesss!~, you cry out, face contorting as your body spasms, rapidly approaching your orgasm. It feels so good, doesn’t it?~ Being abused by the silicon vibrator shoved against you slutty sex, oozing with anticipation for them to finally touch you. But, no. The world froze. The euphoric feeling between your legs stopped. You looked up with pleading, teary eyes at the dominant of figure below you. “Oh, you poor little whore~ you thought you were going to actually cum? How naive~ Aw, look at your face, So desperate, so needy~ you wouldn’t be cumming at all for the way you acted today. But maybe… if you make it up to me, there might actually be a small chance I’ll change my mind.”
You’ve been a good little cutie, haven’t you? Well, for your good behavior, they’re going to give you a very special treat! And what is this treat, you may ask? Well… its to get treated so delicately, like a porcelain dol- hahahahah! You actually thought they would treat you with care? You better prepare yourself, because as a gift for being so good for them, they’re going to force so many orgasms out of your trembling body that you will literally begin to black out before they even experience half the orgasms you have. Your chin will be slick with sweat, half lidded eyes staring blankly at the ground. Your body went limp a long time ago, good thing they have the arm strength to keep you up all on their own. Your poor, puffy, semen-dripping sex will sting at even the slightest touch. You face scrunches up as they align their dick/strap to your asshole, causing you to whine out desperately. Your body is begging, BEGGING you to tell them you have had enough, but the dirty things they are whispering in your ear causes your abused sex to drip even more liquid down your shaking thighs. “Wow~ still so needy, huh? I though you would have passed out a long, long time ago. Well, I guess I’ll keep having to give you my present, over and over against until you actually do, hm? Hmmm, maybe I should add… something else into the mix?” With the sudden noise of a low buzzing sound, your sleepy eyes jump awake. But before you can whip your head around in time, the feeling of the cool vibrator pressing against you causes your breathing to hitch once again, eyes barely able to stay open. “Yeah, that’s right~ I know your body is begging you to go to sleep, just give in~” your vision slowly turns to darkness as the sounds and feelings of your reality mute. </3 (once you fell alseep, they immediately stopped, cleaning you and everything else up, and tucked you nicely into bed. They still really care about you <3)
But, no matter if you were good for them or not, if you fall asleep during sex or not, if you suddenly use your safe word during sex or not, they always, ALLWAYS treat you like royalty after. It’s honestly the least they could do in their opinion for letting them express their fantasies like never before. They’re honestly really thankful for you! ❤️
You see this up here 👆. Nu uh. They ain’t doing anything like that to their precious baby, to their beloved royal, to their most prized- you get the idea. They treat you like glass, so gentle, so caring. They ask you to lay down on the bed, propping your head up with a pillow. Carefully begins to take your clothes off, neatly folding them next to you. “Your body is so gorgeous~ your skin is so soft and smooth, I could rub my hands all over your body all day long, baby~, if you want me to~” Each trace of their fingers on your skin is laced with everlasting love for you and only you. <3 but unlike service subs, they also indulge themselves as well. As they take off your bra, their breathing hitched as they begin to rub their clothes sex against yours in small little circles.
After a while of undressing, their grinding a lot harder against you then before, causing them to bite their bottom lip. They can feel their orgasm so, so close!~ but no, not yet. They have to make you orgasm first. At least, that’s what they believe in. You gasp as you feel something prod at your hole. Your eyes gaze into theirs with wild suspense. They lean over your sweating, warm body. “Take some deep breaths for me, okay? It’s going to hurt a little bit.” But with all the prep they gave themselves by rubbing against your sex, coating their dick/strap in a surprising amount of slick, translucent liquid. Was this all for them, they thought, they really get to you more than they thought. As they push into you, euphoria surges through their veins. They had to make you orgasm quick before they creams inside of you. You gasp as their other hand tweaks at your nipples before going down your body to rub all over your sex, grazing their teeth over the sensitive parts of your neck. Fuuuck, they were so good at, well, making you feel good! And if you have a praise kink, they are literally MADE for you!
“Your body is so perfect, ahhh~, it feels so good around me. At this rate, you are going to make me cum fast then- Aughh!~ I-I thought.”
“So good, so good, so good~ absolutely perfect, aren’t you? Were you always this per- Ahh!~ O-Oh fuck!~ your squeezing so tight! Ah!”
“I-I’m going to-to- Fuck, baby! So good, ahhh!~ d-did you cum again? G-Good, very go- Ahhhhh!~”
Though….
If you were naughty…
They still have to push you, even if you deserve all the praise in the word in their eyes. It wouldn’t be as much of an… affair as a hard Dom, but still enough to get you to sob. You would tie your wrists over your head, face shoved deep into your sex. Guttural moans escape your mouth as their skilled fingers shove into your hole, right against your prostate/G-spot. Honestly, is you were naughty, they will punish you by practicing how well and fast they can make you orgasm. And let me tell you, they are very, very skilled. Like oh shit you are going to be cumming faster than you could even count. Your sex feels like it’s on fire! Your eyes, blurry with tears roll into the back of your head as you squirt into their mouth. The feeling of switching between cloud nine and back down to earth over and over again is making your head spin. But after 3 rounds, each with around 4 orgasms, they stop. That’s their cap. You may have been disobedient, but they didn’t want to abuse your poor, sensitive body too much that it causes a Heath problem. Your their baby, after all. “You did so well, baby, so good for me.~” the praise fills your senses with pure bliss. “But… now it’s time to repay the favor~” your let out a small gasp as they untie your restraints, pushing your head down to their sex. “Come on~ I’m waiting, baby.”
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You didn’t mind the quiet, who really did? But everything in moderation. Too much quiet and your already powerful hearing went to the extreme. Whiring and stomping, construction and screams, little sounds, big sounds, were all amplified by an intensified hearing you never quite adjusted to. Just another part of your curse. You’d heard every sound imaginable in the past who knew how long you were buried.
Oh, how impolite of you. You were the second-born to Joshua and Naomi Collins. Your older brother pissed off a witch, after stealing her from you. You weren’t bitter or anything. Really. You preferred that he was the one to piss her off because this witch... was your family’s servant. In its way, the curse was a blessing because too much longer without an eye-opener and you might’ve loved her. Only her curse on your family was as eternal as your life. And your brother's.
The witch cursed you both into vampires, to feel eternal agony, and then locked you in coffins, far from one another. You didn’t know any of this, though you often wondered what had become of him. With eternity to while away, locked in a box, there was little else to do but wonder.
Time passed so slowly and without anything to break it up so you had no idea how long had passed. Sounds were often muffled, though you still had no problem picking them up. The understanding of the sounds was the difficult bit.
A new sound startled you from your self-starving status between sleep and at peace vs awake and with a throat like sandpaper. There were definitely footsteps coming toward you. The same footsteps you felt like you’d heard all your life: impatient and confident. Something was chipped away from the outside of your prison, the sound getting closer and closer. The air suddenly got fuller, chock-full of oxygen, though you hardly needed it.
Time seemed to slow as the lid of your coffin flew off with a loud slam. Hearing only muffled sounds after so long, your instincts kicked into overdrive and you flew high into safety. A ceiling blocked your continued ascent and you landed.
Angelique Bouchard stood before you, dressed as a prostitute, donning a grin much more cocky and confident than you ever remember her having. Her still striking eyes bore into you. You turned, still fast while she never moved.
You charged the now-blonde with the intent to kill her, though you felt no hunger to feast on her as you had every other creature since becoming this. You’d barely landed on her before you were flung across the room. Her laugh was just as you remembered. Your body moved quickly again, hopefully giving you an advantage, You found one of two open doors. One went up a set of stairs, one led outside where you could see sunlight. You remembered the burn of its rays and didn’t quite wish to die. You raced up the stairs though every door shut before you could use one. With no other options, you chose death. You raced where you feel the heat.
There were multiple windows. The biggest was your best choice. You made for a wall of a window, which was covered by a large and heavy curtain. Your grip had nearly brought it down when you were pulled away by nothing. You landed hard in a corner, then watched the minuscule amounts of dust and hair fill the air as the fabric collided with the cool ground.
The blonde was all the way in your space, encroaching so close you wished you did desire to drain her dry. Still, the hunger grew now stronger in her presence. It was still prominent and you were half tempted to sink your teeth into her throat all the same. You’d seen her bleed when you were human. That would’ve been enough had the sweet, metallic smell not taken over your senses. The woman held a clear bag, air-tight and bulging with the deep red fluid. A corner had been torn off and the liquid was leaking down the side. Regardless, the metallic taste already coated your tongue and before you grasped the bag. Your strength nearly got the better of you, though you managed to get your lips around the tear.
You were messy, unrefined, everything Angelique adored seeing on you. Your nice, noble clothes were getting blood dripped down the front and you clearly didn’t care. That sent a rush of power to her head. The first bag was barely in your grasp before it was drained and she presented another before you cold realign your target to her.
This bag was sealed, but you’d gotten the gist. Blood still splattered your clothed chest as you tore into it, but you really couldn’t seem to care. The tearing, dry windpipes you still instinctively used rubbed against each other, causing agony, all day. Now, that pain was soothed. The blood which had once made your human form ill now felt like the coolest, softest, richest dessert to calm a boiling stomach, achey limbs, and a spinning mind. It all came down to this. Your new everything. You wished you could kill the witch. And it was nearly an option when the bag of perfect medicine was gone. Time had slowed while you were imbibing, but it didn’t feel like it had been long at all. You were still in such pain and hoped to take it out on the bane of your existence. Only, there was another bag. You feared this would be the rest of your life. This time, you eyed the revealed sun-rays determinedly.
A hand caught your eye and you jerked away, an involuntary growl rumbling in your chest. Despite it being an accident, you were very pleased.
Angelique laughed again, throatier, deeper. Your eyes shut and your chest warmed. Damn, you wanted to dive into those sun-rays. That very hand attached to that very witch, clamped onto your shoulder.
Your chest rumbled again. You turned your chin down, pointed it at her hand, and your mouth left the empty bag to snap at her like a dog. You’d been gone from civilized society so long. Like apparently everything else, your actions only amused the witch. She pulled back in the nick of time, meeting your dark gaze all too easily. She looked at you the way you used to look at her, or how she used to look at your brother. It broke your heart and you slumped against the wall you’d been thrown against, away from Angelique. Your eyes never left her, but the empty bags in your grip suffered for your emotions.
While Angie appreciated having your attention, she couldn’t bare to leave you in the pained state she was sure you were in. The fact that she put you there was irrelevant. She’d been upset at the time, with your brother, but that wasn’t the point. Angie knelt before you, causing you to shuffle further against the wall. She held out another blood-bag, though not to you. She removed the clamp and tube cover - held it out to you calmly. Like trying to explain evolution to a wild animal. “Drink from the spout.” She held the tube as if to show you. “No teeth.”
Her French accent was gone. Who knew what else? A part of you mourned it, but another pushed such humanity far away. You wished to bite her, but instead took the bag of blood. It started to flow up the tube and eventually dripped onto a started to flow up the tube and eventually dropped onto a stone floor. You wouldn't allow anymore to go to waste and listened to your maid. You were sucking every drop you could down, but the spout limited you. You examined the room around you while trying to drain the bag. This method was cleaner, though slower, and you were a hair from tearing in when a hand touched tours. You growled again.
“There are plenty more I have for you. I won’t let you go as hungry as this again. I promise.” She smiled wide, with too much teeth. It felt predatory, but you felt more so. “Try to slow down.” Angelique moved from her knees to her hip and slid closer to you. Another growl, this one singular and simply a warning. She didn’t drop her smile. If anything, the one in her eyes brightened. “Taste it. The curse isn’t all bad.”
Slow intakes, one mouthful at a time was... better, you begrudgingly admitted. It was like euphoria coated your tongue. It sang down your throat after you swallowed. You relaxed against the wall, consuming three more in much the same fashion. Eventually, your eye’s slipped shut and a part, of you relaxed. She would not feed you to merely shut you back in the box. The light of the room lit up the backs of your eyelids to allow you a comfortable rest. You didn’t notice Angelique making her way closer to you until you felt her a hair away from you. Your growl returned with a vengeance, though Angelique was very unafraid. She simply produced another bag and slowly moved her hand up to slide into your hair. You kept growling, but did nothing when there was a blood tube in your mouth. Angelique seemed to sense that and used it to her advantage, as she seemed the type to do nowadays. She brought her hand down through your hair and repeated the action. Your growl’s origin moved to the back of your throat, sounding more deafening and threatening while Angelique continued on taking it to mean your aggression was fading. It had not, nor had your rage. That did not prevent you, apparently, from relaxing your muscles.
Angelique could’ve made you, you knew, but this felt more like you were finally safe and you were reacting. “You’re so tense,” she mumbled by your ear. Her other hand trailed down your arm almost soothingly, but you recognized that move. You grabbed her wrist and twisted. “Honestly....” She wretched her pale wrist from your grip, her other hand falling away as well. “Calm yourself,” she barked. “I won’t hurt you,” she insisted, her eyes exploring you lecherously.
You let out another low, throaty warning growl, eyes dark as onyx.
Angelique gave up her wrist which you let go. Disheartened, she produced another and let you silently sip it down. You never could stand Angelique disappointed and eventually melted into her side. She didn’t dare touch you, but smiled over your shoulder. You laid your head on hers, eyes still on the sunlight floor.
A few dozen blood bags later, you felt less inclined to kill the first humans you passed. The burning in your throat settled into a familiar constant hunger. You were finally calm, waiting for an explanation. The arm round your waist had other ideas. Your vision and your eyes grew dark, face falling flat. In a single, uncontrolled move, Angelique was across the room, back-down on the stone. She laid just out of the daylight. In a heartbeat, you were on top of her. She already had another bag out, but you weren’t so easily distracted without the overpowering hunger. Your clawed hand was squeezing her throat, eyes pitch black. Your own throat rumbled, aggressively and with a deep hatred.
Angelique’s grasp on her leverage tightened desperately in minor fear of her life. The plastic popped and blood everywhere. Your clothes were already a soaked mess so that wasn’t a big deal, but Angelique and her blonde hair splattered. Blood is thicker than water so it stayed on her rather than dripping off to the side, onto the floor.
Your all-encompassing pupils flexed to a smaller size, allowing for a ring of red just past the whites of your eyes. The dark retreated more the more you took in from the witch. You slowly leaned down and pressed your face into her hair, breathing in the scent of fresh blood plus... something just Angelique. It made you moan against her blonde locks.The witch could see the eye color she’d been deprived of for 2 centuries when you pulled back from her. Your gaze traveled her face, though you clearly didn’t see her.
That was the first time it occurred to Angelique how detrimental a box for 2 centuries was to a person’s mental health. Your had never been very stable to begin with and she’d been playing with yours and your brother’s minds for some time before cursing and imprisoning you both,
You accidentally knocked her from those thoughts by licking a glob of blood from her cheek. Ice blue eyes pierced you, though you paid her no mind, working on the delicious, distracting smell. Your chest rumbled gentler than it had any other time that evening. You were... purring, Angelique distinguished. She didn’t move, allow you to... take care of her as you pleased. You kitten-licked all over her face, contented purring rumbling nonstop. It grew louder, clearer, and more like a moan when you opened your mouth. It was practically a hum, when you left your maw wide, tongue wandering the expanse of her throat.
The blonde moaned in abandon, hips canting up to meet yours. You paid no mind to her movements until she fisted your hair. You yanked from her hold, growling down, violent in a moment and your grip on her throat tightened to the point cracks appeared, spreading quickly. Before you’d had a chance to examine her injuries, you were flung yourself, but twisted in the air. You landed hard against the wall, but slid down it and landed well. You were again pushed against the wall, Angelique before you again in another moment. “I woke you up on a whim, I will put you back down.” She huffed in exasperation. “I won’t hurt you,” she insisted.
You’d heard that before, even from her. And, anyway, she just threatened you. You growled in disagreement.
Angelique paused and seemed to understand. “...again. Not unless I have to bury you again.”
You growled again.
“Somehow, some way, she still understood you. Frowning, she moved her head to look around you at your back. She moved her hands to disrobe you, but another growl made her think better of it. Silently at her wit’s end, Angelique simply produced another feeding bag, you finally noticed, by magic.
A part of you feared its contents, but your logic knew if she wanted to curse, enchant, or poison you, she could’ve done so with any other bag. You fed slowly, watching her cautiously.
“...Come with me,” Angelique finally decided, leading you up the stairs she had barred you from using.
You did, and saw the rest of her house. It was nowhere as grand or massive as Collinwood, you’d never been fond of the drafty, empty home. You were shown a well-tiled room with acoustics and what appeared to be a jade tub as a part of the wall, and a light, strange-clothed curtain pulled to the side.
Angelique bent over the edge, you purposefully diverted your eyes, and turned one of the knobs. Water poured from the ceiling and you stepped back abruptly. Her head turned as she heard your retreating footsteps. “Indoor plumbing,” she explained as steam filled the cool room. The blonde stood right and faced you again. Without preamble, she moved behind you. She moved slowly so as not to spook you, but she took your corset strings. It was just like home again. Angelique was playing servant again, to gain your trust again. She helped you undress, though you insisted on being modest until she left the room. She explained the hygienic advancement before leaving you to bathe standing. It was a revelation and a travesty. The world moved on and got along fine without you.
The towel left for you was large and plush, and so soft. But your clothes were missing. With a frown, you ran your hand through your hair, switching between rubbing and scrunching. You dried yourself off next, somehow managed to turn the lovely, warm water off, then stepped out into the room you and Angelique entered through.
The now-blonde was standing at the foot of a large bed, her back facing you. Aware of how nothing you were wearing, you went to step back into the lavatory. Your host turned too soon, spotting you easily. Her cold eyes examined every speck of bare skin you were attempting to hide. But Angelique somehow moved faster than you and caught your wrist. You growled again, though she was not intimidated. She pulled you beside her, showing you the selection of clothes spread on the bed. Your growling ceased as you understood and it occurred to you that she wouldn’t have forced you back in your coffin. You weren’t released on a whim, and she bought these clothes recently, and for you. You had always been bigger than the petite French woman and these clothes were not for her.
You tried to retreat again, but she held you firm.
“I’m not picking out your clothes,” she scolded lightly before holding up a garment you recognized. She knelt before you to help, but you were back in the lavatory in an instant. You heard her exhausted sigh then her footsteps. She knocked on the door. “I’ve seen you in worse straits than this,” she reminded you. This was true. She’d been there for your first monthly, and everyone after that. She’d been there for a few traumas you wished you didn’t remember and would never repeat. Still, you said nothing. She sighed once more, surrendering to you once more. “Fine, try to dress yourself. I will be just outside your door should you require assistance.” This woman enjoyed messing with your mind entirely too much. That was precisely what she said anytime you were uncomfortable with aid and she was sure you would need some, especially hers. The outer door opened and shut, and you slowly opened yours, sticking your head out. Angelique was nowhere in sight. Sadly, that didn’t mean much.
Nevertheless, you stepped from the bathing room and re-approached the clothes-laden bed. The undergarments were lighter than you expected, than you remembered. The women’s clothes had expanded! The options had such variety! Trousers were supplied! One was a dark, but smooth fabric, another was a blue, thready fabric. They both had pockets, another unexpected development. You so wished to wear one such pair for the storage, but you had nothing to store. One skirt was long as your usual type, but another would only reach your knees, and it was torn on the side. Angelique was rarely wrong, and had never made an oversight in the time you'd known her, so you estimated this was intentional. You wondered how you would keep your legs warm in such a chilly town. One proffered dress was designed just as short: another was as long as the ones from your youth. And the shirts! You were accustomed to frilly, many-fold clothing, but the low collars and short, belly-exposing style was new and deeply improper.
You sighed and went about dressing, trying different clothes together. ome modern fasteners gave you pause, but you were a smart girl and you were more than capable of figuring it out. Until you weren’t.
Unbeknownst to you, Angelique was watching you through the bathroom’s other door’s room: her bedroom. The mirror allowed her to hide in the shadows as she was accustomed to, while it hid none of you from her. She saw you chose the long skirt she’d known you would pick. She also saw you struggle with a shirt donning modern buttons. She was surprised you weren’t accidentally tearing clothes with your new strength. Well, it was hardly new, though you’d had little chance to practice with it. The blonde held her hand at her own throat. The cracks healed, but she remembered your hold. It was meant to be threatening, but your grip on her always felt... secure. Like if given the chance, you would never let her go. It was all she ever wanted and she wanted from you again. She remembered your infatuation with her before she grew enraptured with your brother. She never realized how much of a mistake it was to let you go until after she’d buried you beneath where she would build her own grand home.
Unable to resist, she left her room, then entered by your door she’d claimed to remain outside of. It wasn’t as if you would ask her for help anyway. She took the shirt from your grasp, ignoring the sound of protest you didn’t make. She pulled the opposite front side of the shirt apart, making the buttons pop apart. You gasped and flinched, causing Angelique to smirk. She helped you into it like she was your servant again. She buttoned the front up for you, watching you take the last button and investigate it.
You pressed the bump into the hollow part and jumped again at the click. You pulled it apart and pressed it together a few times until you were satisfied it wasn’t broken and wouldn’t break.
Angie buttoned it low enough to show some cleavage and you buttoned it to your throat. She smirked.
*
Modern Collinsport was... loud. And bright. And brought you out into the world at night and the city was still simply... alive. Collinsport was full of windows which were full of lights and object. You stood before a barrel for crackers and gaped at the small precise lights surrounding the edges of the glass. You suspected this was magic.
When had Angelique become so public with her practicing? You feared a public burning before reminding yourself you didn’t care anything about her. You really wished your heart could understand the concept. The lights went out, startling you. You jumped, then was forced to look at your temptress as she laughed deep and dark at your naivety.
Her hand rested on the window, first 2 fingers pointed to an odd piece of architecture jetting out of the wall. It flicked down when Angelique’s fingers did and you jumped again, watching in awe as the light returned to the glass enclosure. You gazed at the lights and then the switch. Your fingers touched the opposite side of the window to the fairy lights.
A hand on your waist prompted you to continue walking along the cement walk-way. You whined as you were pulled away. You frowned hopefully at her and had to fight tears at her callous laughter.
Everywhere you went, everyone knew Angelique. That prompted some curiosity about you. No one recognized you, a small mercy. You were no more comfortable in the spotlight than you were 2 centuries.
Angelique reveled in the lack of change. She got to play hero, hiding you with the arm you chose to shield you and with vague answers. It would bite her later, but Angie ruled this time and she could use the mystery of you or your family name to boost her reputation more. Mostly, though, she just wanted you. Your attention, your love, your voice. Oh, how she missed your voice. She couldn’t even dream of it anymore. Her memories of your singing and your high keens and even simple conversations were lost. Your voice was gone from Angelique. Perhaps it was gone from you as well.
The docks had changed. Angelique, or Angie as your town’s people called her, explained it was a metal to make them stronger. New age, you reminded yourself. You sighed as the sailors tied their knots wrong, and rusty boats rested at the far corner soiling the entire docks. You were prompted along again and you had half a mind to insist you could stay and watch the new age. You could do it, but you knew you would have to tell Angelique in order for her to entertain the hope.
A big tour of your small home and you were back at Angie’s. You hesitated at the beginning of her driveway. One of the few things you had wanted to see was Collinwood. And Angie knew that. She had to have. The now-blonde stepped back to your stiff, stubborn face. You met her eyes with no fear.
Angie smirked, knowing what she’d left off. “Collinwood is gone.” She took your elbow. “My curse destroyed your wretched family and took the manor with it.”
You still didn’t move. Unconvinced eyed bored into the witch.
Angie sighed. “I’ve had it with your stubbornness.” Her hand formed a claw and the hunger burns from your re-awakening erupted back in your throat. She straightened her arm and you were forced to your knees. She enjoyed you in this position far too much. “Say something!” she demanded, voice steeped in desperation.
You stared up at her defiantly. You wanted to curse at her, scream, make demands, a million frustrated actions, but you restrained yourself.
Gritted teeth shielded a growl, though it did nothing to muffle it. Her elbow jerked back and you flew to your feet and knocked into Angie. She held you in a tight grip, pulling you down the driveway. Your feet caught on the ground and you resisted her grasp. She had definitely mastered her commanding voice, you discovered w, when she shouted your name in scolding and to demand you obedience. When you did nothing but stare and go even more stiff than a corpse, one hand flew up to your hair, pulling you with much more success. A pained scream flew from your throat. The other hand never surrendered its grasp on your hip. She still used the hand to help maneuver you. Upon hearing your, albeit limited, voice use, she yanked you to be on the same level as her, her face right against yours. “So you can speak.”
You spit over at her.
Enraged, she threw you against her front door. When had you reached it? Before you had a chance to react, or heaven hoped, run, she was pressed all the way up against your back. The moment broke by her grasp on the door handle and her forcing the door open. You were shoved in after, then taken up the stairs by just your hair in her fist.
You thought you were going to your room until you were forced to keep going. You passed your door, but was forced to the next.
This bedroom was larger than any you’d ever been in. Angelique had clearly been determined to best your family in every way. Her room was painted a blue-green color combo and the large room felt even bigger due to the high ceiling. You both would drown in the massive bed and you’d never find each other or a life raft. A massive wardrobe rested on a far wall, though the large, walk-in closet still held her shoes and you almost thought the wardrobe was for over-flow. The massive open floor-space left a target for Angelique to toss you on
Your arms caught you, but this was revealed as a pit-stop when the witch seized your hair again, the roots burning as you resisted. The bed was miles closer when you laid eyes on it next. The massive bed was like a giant cloud. When you landed harshly, you feared you would sink through and remain trapped with her and in her bed. The blonde mounted you, looking down with the eyes of a predator. Her harsh grip never relented, though you were able to fight back now that the world had stopped spinning as you were moved about. Your hands met and opposing strengths pushed and pulled, gave and took. You slapped the cheek you’d spat on and she pulled dark locks out by the root and you fears your head would pop off with the force of her hold on your throat. You held her wrist, scratching and wishing you could bite her as rage boiled the blood in your stomach. Another growl slipped over your lips and her grip on your neck tightened even more.
“That’s it. Use that voice.” Her legs around your waist tightened and Angelique leaned in closer, her face coming to hover above yours. Her lips grazed you before she whispered, “Let me hear you.” Her soft tone almost made her demand sound like a plea. Anger shifted into sentiment and her hands began urgently tearing at your clothes. Your strange button didn’t even go flying. Her grip returned to your throat, though far gentler. Her free hand groped every inch of free skin she’d denied herself when you were dressing. She kissed you.
You cursed your weakness, how easily you melted into her cloud at the touch of her lips. One of your hands buried itself in her new pale locks. Neither of you needed air, but “Angie”, it seemed, needed the intimacy. She broke apart from you to rest her forehead against yours. “”Oh,” you hummed lowly, “I hate you.” Another growl resided in your throat, but you held it, and all other sounds back.
Ice blue eyes flew open and she seemed too in awe to recognize the hateful words. If anything, they seemed to encourage her. Her hands were rougher as she handled you, firmly, but not painfully maneuvering your head by your hair and palming your breast with far too much confidence. “You don’t,” she finally answered without doubt. “My girl,” she mumbled under her breath. She pressed her lips to the skin beneath the curve of her thumb. “.. could never hate me.” She sank her teeth into your next, prying a moan from between your lips and coaxing your chest up against hers. Angelique growled, pulling your skirt up over your legs, knees, then hips with her stubbornness. And there your skirt stayed while Angelique moved lower.
Your hand stayed in her hair and that’s how you discovered her trajectory with your eyes shut. It had been so long since you’d felt anything so nice, a loving touch, and it was all too easy to fall into it. “Ahn-”
Her devil-tongue traced loops over your sopping center, derailing your thoughts masterfully. “I was always so determined to own you, I forgot to earn it.” That was all she said before wrapping her arms around your thighs and diving in.
A high keen tore from you throat and your hops wiggled. You’d shoved your shoulders back against the pillow, legs tightening. “You.” Angie nearly felt hope, past the elation of you speaking again, until you finished your protest. “...killed my parents.” You whined back in your throat. “My whole bloody family.” The last word came out as a whine as Angelique’s... magical tongue covered your core.
“Get over it, kitten. That was centuries ago.” The witch eyes your exposed, drenched, and barrier-free sex. She bared her teeth before lunging at her life-long goal. Her teeth enclosed then teased your clit mercilessly. You whined and writhed under her, your legs giving her the most trouble.
You couldn’t be blamed for the consequences of her actions. You were resolute in that, one of the last things you were resolute about that night. Pain didn’t even register as it crashed into the ecstasy of her teasing fingers and her grip on your legs. Words evading your throat again, but this time not by choice. The sounds pried from your weren’t human and eventually the blonde got fed up with your reactions getting in her way. She pulled back to rasp a very sexy word in an even sexier voice. Suddenly, you were unable to move. Angelique pulled you even closer, intoxicating eyes taking in your limp form as she did as she damn-well pleased with you. Slipping her mouth lower, her tongue moved inside of you.
It pushed and push and kept going, filling you up until your eyes slammed shut. You choked on the sounds torn from your throat, and you were practically shaking. You did feel like you were moving, but you knew that was impossible. She pushed her hot, wet muscle further inside you and it curled. “Ooo...!” you crooned involuntarily.
Angelique hadn’t quite been planning this part of your reunion, but if she had it would have disappointed. One hand left your thigh, arm still looped around ti, to massage her fingers against your bundle of tense nerves. You wailed even more, treacherous limbs refusing to get you any closer to losing your ind which, for some reason, was all you wanted. That demon-tongue just kept coming. She provided no relief, only more tension which left you on the brink of tears. Sobs ripped from your chest all the same and Angelique fed off them, feeling harder. Her tongue ran along your every wall until they quaked around her. You were moaning mess with ruined hair. Eventually, she searched your highest wall. Her smooth tongue found a rough patch that made you wail rhythmically. She ran her entire tongue along it, curving at times. The sides of her forked tongue teased the spongy wall while the rest of her tongue continue trusting in and out of you.
You wept, every part of you trembling, quaking under the force of Angelique Bouchard. Her top teeth gnawed at your clit, sharp nails digging into your pale thighs, and her tongue still moving in and out of you. You wanted to buck up into her, but remained trapped in your own body. She was beyond your comprehension. Your mind was a jumbled mess of half-thoughts, hormones, and a series of high pitched keens. Somehow, Angelique was still inside you, pitching you higher and higher, and her tongue also rubbed a curled loop over your sensitive nerves. In that instant, your body was released and you didn’t even notice. Your back went as taunt as a bow and Angie was the arrow with electric precision. Your hips rolled into her warm mouth with thoughtless expertise, your head forced itself into the pillow, knotting it cruelly, and one hand pulled up at her scalp while the other shredded her shoulder, drawing blood. No sound escaped you as you flooded and soaked Angie, eyes crossing. You were only just returning to yourself as the witch pulled you higher against her.
One hand fell from her shoulder, limp on the bed. Solid, and thicker, something slid into you with no resistance. “Ahngeli-” Your hand tightened in her hair. “Too-”
“I’ve finally got you-” She curled her gingers as she moved within you, “Right where I’ve wanted you.” Your hips flinched into her hand and she used the freedom to plant her arm across your waist to manually pun you You could still move, which was fun for both of you. “And you want the games to end?” she pressed the tip of her tongue to your sore nub.
You jerked your hips away, though you didn’t get far. “Bloody...!” You watched her the entire time she did this, though your head fell back she began a new teasing.
“Angelique...” bubbled over your lips pitifully.
*
The sun was starting to paint the sky beautifully when the witch awoke. She looked down at your naked form with a victorious grin. Not only had you slept together, finally, but you slept at night. Her chest filled with pride at the guarantee you wouldn’t bump into your brother who, after fixing and contracting the cannery, returned to his routine of sleeping during the day and rising at sunset. The ancient witch began an even older lullaby, trailing a hand through your loose locks. Her fingers wandered down the column of your neck, and over your shoulder. Her arm over-lapped with your own and there you both laid, a sleepy morning with her favorite girl.
The sun marked the passage of time, which was lucky because Angie didn’t. As it traveled her bed, ice blue eyes came open. The rays came too close to you, your fingers shaking red at the mere proximity.
A smug, knowing smirk donned Angelique’s face as she knotted your fingers together. The pink faded and, half an hour later, the light shone on your entire arm with no smoke in sight.
It was nearly nine and Angelique was ready to start the day in any way. Luckily, not long after, your body woke up to the bright sun blinding your shut eyes. Your waking was a slow process and Angie adored every second. You wrinkled your nose, a human habit suspended and now brought back, your fingers twitching along hers. You stretched and something popped. You purposefully relaxed more than you had before in your long life. You buried your face in your arms to hide from the blinding sun before you slowly brought your head back out. Your eyes stared directly at the sun and Angie smiled over your shoulder. Your face was warm. A faint smile donned your features and you stood. The blonde watched you pull the curtains apart, revealing more sun. The ground around you shone brighter in the morning rays, and your arms spread wide at your sides. You gasped haltingly, though slowly and gradually. Your eyes found the lock on the window and you un-latched it and pushed it open.
Morning air... crisp, fresh, morning Collinsport air. You’d forgotten it smelled different from evening air. It smelled like hope. Or maybe that was just your wishful thinking.
Unbeknownst to you, the blonde taking in your happiness was feeling just the same.
*
It took time you both had and patience Angie was sure she didn’t. You were non-verbal again, and you weren’t comfortable with random touches yet either. Even when you saw it coming, the woman who cursed you still did not have your trust.
Passion never took the two of you again and Angie’s gentle seduction only freaked you out. She was at her wit’s end again and her magical disruptions had you hiding. And you could go in the sun. Angelique feared you would use her gift to safely leave her, but couldn’t bear to rescind it.
You went to work with her every day, and Angie praised her intellect to sound-proof her office. The morale trips through the cannery were Hell for you, though you recognized her need to keep you close because of her paranoia. You were just another thing she owned. Modern canneries were... loud. People speaking, you could handle. Modern machines made loud beeps, chirps, hisses, clunks, and the people had to shout louder than you could handle. Her office, a large room with a long table and a million paintings of Angelique’s 200 year evolution, was quiet.
*
Modern courtship was strange. Walks at night, you were familiar with. It was expected. But you and Angie never left her home unless the sun was out. Your dinners were eaten before sunset and if you took too long, Angie rushed you often. When you ate the good modern good; there was little you could stomach. She was threatening to drive you mad. You were suspicious and quieter than usual. Days spent in a bright town, your brought town, and nights were spent isolated with the woman who ruined your life.
Another work day with Angie ended early when a blonde standing before the remodeled Collins Cannery cut a ribbon.
Those idiotic men she worked with were driving Angie to the brink. It was hardly their fault. They didn’t know the cannery was a beacon to the most important person in their CEO’s life.
And it was. While old, white men wasted Angie’s time, you wandered in to the sun. The cars on the road made you jump every time they passed. The blonde before the cannery you’d manged for nearly a year resembled your mother, though. It gave you courage. Perhaps it blinded you. Either way, you crossed the cement target lanes. You stood out front. Business had moved inside and the building made those terrible sounds that Angie’s did, giving you pause.
You stared mindlessly until something grabbed your arm. It startled you and so you didn’t resist getting spun around. A redhead held your arm. You stared at the short, curled locks. You’d never seen red hair. You reached out to touch it and she let you, in a state of shock herself. “Jesus,” was all she said at first. You didn’t say anything, big surprise. “Are you Y/N?” You didn’t react. “You look just like your portrait with Barnabas.”
You wondered if she was a relative. You could also understand your family home becoming popular in the modern day. Perhaps that was why Angie didn’t want you going near it.
“He said-”
Your eyes flew to her deep green. They were callous usually but soft now; you were familiar with the type. “My brother died centuries ago,” you cut her off, speaking outside of Angie’s home for the first time in 200.
It wasn’t callous. It was scientific, like when your cousin, the doctor, Arnold, heard of your miraculously healing broken arm. She was intrigued by you. “Not. Had him in my office this morning.” Her gaze turned lecherous, taking you in. You were, again, familiar with the type. “We should get you back to the manor. You had 5 descendants who would take you in.” She thought you were lost.
“Curse of my own, boil.” Angie’s voice came from behind you. You had no chance to turn before she was at your side, touching you.
The redhead slowly flushed before her face kept burning. Angie was good with heat: taking heat from your skin and placing some in some random harlot. You doubted she was honest. Barnabas would never allow you to remain in her home, imprisoned for as long as he was alive. Angelique turned to you. She didn’t bother asking you any questions. You could lie or use the moment to flee. “Curse of my own, fall.”
Everything went dark.
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Light filtered in slowly. And it was faint. It seemed to be on the outreaches of your perception. You opened your eyes wide to get a full view.
Angelique pushed herself into your field of view so she was all you could see. Just how she liked you. You stared at her in blatant confusion. She smiled widely, expectantly. Eventually, her patience ran out. She groped you. “Secret’s out, again.” She smiled wide again. You felt distinctly cold. “Not to worry, kitten,” she sang, high pitched and teasing. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, leaning in, predatory. Even to you, the immortal killer. She got closer, essentially pushing you flat against a cold floor. You’d grown re-accustomed to warm beds and daylight, and it settled back into your bones, like you were in the Earth again. “I’ll not lock you away again. Well, not in the box. But I think your day-trips are done.” She half-winked - you didn’t understand either - and added, “For a time.” She smiled like the sun. “You were doing so good too!” she praised.
You wiggled away. You hated how owned she made you feel, owned by her.
Angie frowned, disapproving; her grip tightened. She kept you close. “We were. You would’ve been mine and everyone already knew it.” She sighed in disappointment, in lost dreams. “We’ll get back there, but, until then, you’re not leaving this room.” She pulled away.
Alarmed, you went to follow, but you couldn’t. Your arms caught and they could go no further. You looked down to see manacles, still... manifesting. You looked up at her urgently. . “Angie- Ahn-jel- Angelique- don’t- don’t do this. Angel-” You shook your head and stared, determined.
At the age-old nickname, dating back to your shared youth, Angie smiled gently, though still wide. Borderline manic. Ok, blatantly manic.
You were slow and gentle, as if she would shatter, presenting your wrists. “P-please, let me out.” You were shaking in your terror.
Angelique misinterpreted, as she always did. She cupped your face. “No.” And she left you alone in the dark, again.
Hello~ I hope you're doing well. Can you do a prompt with Himiko, Miu, and angie with an S/O that absolutely adores them and loves spoiling them with affection. S/O can be any gender you like
himiko, miu and angie with S/O that showers them in affection
info: gn!reader, established relationship
type: hc format, non-despair AU
a/n: you can tell I don't know how to write for himiko my god
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himiko yumeno
of course you would adore himiko
she's so cute!
all of her little rambles about magic and how eagerly she wants to convince you that she's a real mage was all too much
with every opportunity you'll hug her and lift her up... much to her confusion
"huh...? what are you doing...?"
"giving my girlfriend love, of course! you're like a cute little kitten!"
she blushes but doesn't pull away from you, rather she just slumps in your arms
"nyeh.. I'm not little..."
she does like when you hold her, it lets her rest in your arms and often falls asleep no matter if she's laying down or standing
you didn't care about how lazy or sleepy she was, in fact it was one of the many traits that you found really endearing
himiko doesn't really give the same energy as you though. figures.
when she wants to give you affection back she just ends up leaning on you, she isn't exactly good with her words so this is the best she can do
you didn't mind though and you're quick to swaddle her up, telling her how adorable she looks
miu iruma
even though miu is the most vulgar, most rudest and the most sexual person you've ever met
you still can't help but be so in love with the girl
you enjoyed listening to her rant on and on about her inventions, even if it was something as useless like a 'pants warmer' you had your full attention on her
when you first hugged her for the first time she freaked the hell out
"w-what are you doing?! you can look but not touch!"
assuming she's uncomfortable, you pulled away quickly and apologised
"what the fuck?! did I fuckin' say you can stop? get back here!"
she'd grab you and pull you into her chest, getting quite the mouthful of it
so safe to say you were allowed to give her all the affection she needed
at times you were straight forward with it, throwing your arms around her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling up to her, it made her all blush fiercely
other times, you're a lot more subtle with your affection; such as lightly touching her hand or leaning your head on her shoulder whilst she's working on something
somehow things like that made her blush even more
angie yonaga
okay so maybe angie is a little creepy cult artist who wants blood sacrifices a bit too much...
but hey! she was still a cute little artist! and you loved that about her!
you liked watching her paint and sculpt, seeing those hands work away on making a masterpiece forever inspires you
during this time you try and not be a nuisance, you wouldn't want her to make a mistake thanks to your clingy coddling
that's okay to her! she likes your presence
when she's finished for the day you waste no time in hugging her tight
of course she reciprocates, she surprisingly has a very strong grip around you
"nya-ha-hah! I thank atua for blessing me with a perfect partner such as yourself, Y/N!"
angie likes to move around the place when she isn't praying or painting, so sometimes getting her to cuddle without disturbing her is difficult
apparently you have to ask atua for permission to kiss her on the lips, it's not always likely you get a 'yes'
so kisses on the cheek is how you express your gratitude for her and she seems so happy about it
whenever you two do kiss on the lips, she holds it for a long time until you can't breathe
afterwards you'll press your forehead against hers and nuzzle the tips of your noses which makes her giggle
angie's odd, but a good romantic partner all the same
summary: angie and himiko both confess to you together!
"aren't you nervous?"
himiko looked at angie confused, the two of them heading towards your dorm room. they were both here for the same thing; confessing their love to you! but while himiko was so nervous, angie didn't seem to be concerned.
"why should i be nervous? i know that y/n will make the right choice. we aren't rivals here, himiko. there is no reason for y/n to not accept both of our confessions~"
himiko stopped for a moment, taking in angie's words. she always had her own ways of viewing things, which himiko often found a little odd. but still, perhaps this one wasn't so bad…
"then we'll do this… but even if things don't work out, we'll still stay friends, right…?"
angie turned to face himiko, a gentle smile on her lips.
"of course! we'll always stay friends, no matter what!"
Part 2 witu Angie, Kaede, Tenko and Celestia a reader whos both very touch starved and touch adverse due to a terrible upbringing. Both are aware and reader slowly trying to overcome until one day they go up to their gf and go "Fuck it. Hug me. Im tired of being scared." They do it and they find it so damn nice they just melt into her and now they cant get enough of her.
I just fell flat on my chest send prayers :( -Mod Junko
Angie, Kaede. Tenko and Celeste with a touch adverse S/O
Angie Yonaga
• Angie is a very.. interesting person. Angie only really touched you when you two were having a prayer or two to Atua by holding your hands, you’re weren’t really sure her stance on wanting to hold you or express PDA
• she never seemed to worry about you rejecting touch, it’s like she was never bothered by it which was strange because she was touchy with about everyone else
• so when you came up to her saying you wanted to attempt to have more touch oriented affection she just giggled and ran up to hug you
• she pat your head softly, she definitely was good at being soft like this. You kinda wanted to stay like this
• “Atua told me you’d accept my touch soon so I didn’t worry! He’s such a thoughtful man.”
• you simply cheerfully rolled your eyes and sank into Angie’s arms, she definitely is a strange girl
Kaede Akamatsu
• kaede completely respects not wanting to be touched, shuichi is the same way sometimes where touching makes him nervous, so she wants to support her S/O and her friend with their struggles
• So when you came up to kaede one day, saying you want to try having a hug, she asked if it’s really okay, which you reassured her about
• she gently took you in her arms and started to pet your head, she was so good at being comforting, this wasn’t as bad as you thought it was for so long
• “you’re so sweet, Y/N. You want me to hold you like this more often?”
• you nodded up at kaede and she giggled softly, kissing your forehead and gently rocking back and forth
• kaede is so loving to you, you’re extremely grateful for her understanding nature
Tenko Chabashira
• Tenko has a tiny bit of a hard time adapting to someone who doesn’t want to be touched, especially if you two happen to spar with Neo Akido
• Tenko is very huggy in general, so it’s hard for her to adjust that you’re nervous to touch
• but when you tell Tenko that you feel ready enough to try and accept hugs she looked at you with sparkles in her eyes and she lifted you up in a hug
• Tenko was giggling loudly and practically spinning you around in her arms, but you held on and smiled to her
• “you’re as soft as I imagined you to be! I wanna hold you like this forever!”
• you calmed Tenko down by putting your hands on her shoulders and she gently put you down and apologized, but she was so cute you couldn’t be mad
Celestia Ludenberg
• Celeste isn’t a touchy person to begin with so it didn’t really bother her if you didn’t want to be touched, still she worries about you a little
• you asked Celeste one day if she cold hold you as a test and she stared at you blankly for a moment
•”are you sure my dear?” She questioned, she knew how anxious you were about it before but you reassured her
• she gently took you in her arms, she had a firm but soft hold, she smelled of tea and expensive perfume but still it was so nice
• she asks multiple times if you’re comfortable and you answer truthfully every time that yes you feel amazing while in her arms
• “I’ll hold you for as long as you like my dear, but please tell me if you want to stop”
• Celeste holds you more often after this, she eventually does stop asking if you’re okay so often so she doesn’t bother you, she’s very caring for you
Heyhey!! I'm not sure if this is too specific, but if it is I'm super sorry!! Maybe an Angie Yonaga, Kokichi Ouma and K1-B0 (all seperate) x gender netural SHSL Skateboarder reader that likes the thrill of danger? Like for example, doing very dangerous tricks in VERY dangerous areas just because they find it fun. Thanks!! <33
Omg a request!? For me?? Of course! Now I've never skated before that wasn't roller skating and even then I fell on my ass so many times these teenagers wanted to record me or something 💀 they asked for my name and I like like 7-8 👁️👁️. Anyways I hope this is what you wanted!
Characters: Angie, Kokichi, K1B0
Ultimate Skateboarder Reader
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Angie:
She liked how you were into the thrill! She had no concerns at all if I'm being honest. She saw you were happy and didn't care about concerning stuff. Now that being said. There have been sometimes where she wouldn't let you skate if it meant her art work could be skated over, you would have to wait until she was done if it was done on the floor. But either way shes happy that your happy and she loves skating with you. She even painted you a custom board!
"Nyahaha! This is so fun! We must do this way more often! Maybe we can get ice cream?" "Sure we can get ice cream, right after I jump over that short purple haired kid" "that's Kokichi 💀" "oh damn- not changing my mind though"
Kokichi:
Little shit will trip you. But he also loves skating with you. But if he falls expect loud fake crying. He's a bit more cautious about where you skate but most of the time he just has fun with you! You guys even have weekly dice skating hangouts! The organization really likes being included so they adore spending time with you and Kokichi! Anyways he ends up falling on his ass and gets embarrassed so he demands y'all go home 💀
"we are going home! No arguments!!!!" "Is it because you fell on your ass after telling us you were a pro at skating?" "NO!" "Okay, come on guys! Little baby man is embarrassed!" "STOOOOOPP 😭" "No <3"
K1B0:
He's the most cautious mf. He makes sure you have the equipment he saw when he looked up what skating was. He doesn't let you skate where he finds dangerous but little does he know that when your with miu she lets you do anything you want and cheers you on. He will probably try skating with you but fall on his ass. He's either a pro or a complete noob. No in-between.
"Please wear the proper gear! I don't want you getting hurt!!" "I won't get hurt but if it scares you so much I'll put the gear on" "thank you! And I am NOT scared. I'm just worried!" "Suuure Kii-boy" "Is that robophobic?" "No. 🙂"
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Hope you like this! Sorry if I didn't do it right
Take an Angie as a apology if this isn't the best! 😊
