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A/n: Here it issss the final part of the series. I can't believe I started Vicious two years ago...and that it took me 18 months to finish the last chapter akfdjjfd anyway thank you guys for all the love and support!! I hope the wait was worth it mwah Summary: Your year in the Devildom has come to an end finally. Before you head home though, there’s one loose end that needs to be tied up, and he gives you the perfect opportunity to do so. You’ve stood up to the Avatar of Pride a few times now but things are different now that you have a pact with each of his brothers…and him as well.

Word count: 11.5k

Warnings: Language, alcohol, suggestive but not NSFW

The Fight: Vicious

The Apologies: Beelzebub, Satan, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan

“To the Devils who tried to keep me living like a prisoner”

Hours ago, the sound of plates being set, the smell of dinner still cooking, and the warm feeling of a family getting along filled the massive dining hall and seeped out into the hallways, drawing the last few missing members in. Moments ago, the sound of pure rage, looks of terror partnered with teary eyes, and the cold feeling of dread and guilt swelled inside the dining hall making it nearly impossible to breathe. Now, the dining hall was void of nearly all sound.

Seven dinner plates sat unfinished, left behind and forgotten in the evacuation. Four chairs stood crooked from their usual places as their occupants had hastily left, two chairs laid on their side in pitiful form as their occupants had fled the scene in full force, one chair laid on its back far from the table almost lost from its counterparts. The force with which it was knocked back could still be felt in the air, a rage that was thick and unsettling, even though the one responsible had been the first to abandon the dinner. The last chair at the enormous oak table sat upright in its typical spot with its usual resident still seated and soaking in the aftermath, alone at the table and trying to process what exactly just happened.

“I’ve busted my ass!...I’ve jumped through every hoop!...I did my best! SO WHERE WERE YOU?”

Lucifer’s fist slammed against the table causing the plates to jump in fear, the glasses rocked anxiously, the liquid inside them threatening to spill but seeming to know better in this situation.

How dare you?

How dare you raise your voice with him? How dare you accuse him of not caring about the exchange program by letting you be in danger? Where exactly did you get off throwing around such powerful questions and accusations? And towards him of all demons??

He knew the answer to all those questions though. Yes, you were the exchange student that Diavolo was so proud and fond of, but you had become so much more than that.

You were the one who had managed to break down every wall his brothers had put up.

“I did my best to get along with your brothers and help them with their problems!”

Lucifer rose and began clearing off the abandoned dinner table. You were the one who managed to free Belphegor from the attic despite the magic placed on the door and stairwell.

“And as a thank you for all that I did.”

You were the one who tested him at every turn, never backing down and standing your ground even when faced with possible death.

“You think you have all humans figured out, don’t you?”

You were a pain in his ass.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

You were the reason he started to understand why Lilith had done what she did.

“I TRUSTED YOU!”

The sound of glass shattering jolted Lucifer out of the trance he had been in. While removing a wine glass from the table, the first born caught a glimpse of himself in the large mirror that was hung on the back wall. Looking at himself and wondering how the hell he had let this all happen, how such a noble demon had slipped up so badly, your words echoed in his head and the glass fell from his hand like the final leaf on a tree before winter sets in.

Lucifer stared down at the shattered glass that was scattered at his feet. You always seemed to attract trouble wherever you went, perhaps that was just how it was for a human in the Devildom--- Devil knows Solomon seemed to be a disaster beacon when he visited--- but regardless of whether you went looking for trouble or it just had a way of finding you, Diavolo had placed you in the care of the six (now seven) brothers and at the end of the day it was Lucifer’s job to ensure your safety and clean up the mess left behind.

But this time he failed the first part, so now he was left to pick up the pieces he was responsible for breaking.

******

The next morning had been even more unusual than Lucifer had expected. With a cautious gaze he watched as you commanded the youngest brother to follow you out of the house and, to his complete surprise, watched as Belphie instantly jumped up to follow after. Something strange was going on. Twelve hours ago, you were red in the face and looked ready to jump across the table to rip Belphegor to shreds, now you were ordering him to follow you around. Clearly a change in dynamics had occurred, but Lucifer was unsure of how to feel about the sudden shift. Normally he would demand an explanation before you had a chance to leave the house, but the wave of guilt was still pulling at him from last night, on top of that the first born knew that both you and his youngest brother would both be in very sensitive states. For now, he would wait and see if he could put the pieces together himself.

All morning Lucifer found himself rather distracted from his daily tasks, thinking of where you might be and if Belphegor was also with you, what exactly had happened between you two in such a short time. Eventually he found himself watching you two from the second floor of Hexes Hall, standing in an empty classroom with a window that looked out over the courtyard where various demons and succubi were having lunch. Seated at a table towards the side was the odd pair that had captured plenty of attention today from numerous students yet somehow (thankfully) had stayed out of the gaze of any higher ups.

Typically, Lucifer could ask Mammon what was going on because, aside from knowing better than to lie when directly confronted, he seemed to be an open book when it came to you. In fact, there had been times that Mammon had gone to Lucifer questioning if you would be safe in certain situations and would even give subtle hints that the two of you may end up in trouble later. Not to say his brother was trying to narc on you, far from it rather, it was more that when it came to you Mammon was always more concerned about your safety than anything else. So if anyone would know about you being in potential danger, it would be him. However, the second born was not in attendance today which left Lucifer with no good source of intel on you. There was always Barbatos but that would most certainly prompt questions from Lord Diavolo and that was the last thing Lucifer needed right now.

A familiar voice echoed out in the hallway, Lucifer glided towards the door and waited for the demon to pass by before calling his name.

“Beelzebub.” The sixth born froze in the hall at the sound of his name. Slowly, he turned to face his older brother and Lucifer noticed an odd look on his face. One of shame and sorrow rather than his normal stoic yet happy expression.

“Is something wrong Lucifer?” he asked, shifting his bag slightly on his shoulder.

“I need to speak with you,” the first born started to turn back into the room but caught sight of the two demons who had been walking with his brother. “Alone.”

Lucifer gestured into the classroom and Beelzebub reluctantly followed after waving off the other two demons he had been with. Once inside Lucifer closed the door to prevent any wandering ears from lingering.

“I want to know what’s going on between them.” Per usual Lucifer’s words came across more as a direct order than a question.

“Between who?” Beelzebub had a look of genuine confusion on his face.

“Between your twin and our exchange student. The two who were just as each other’s throats last night but now seem joined at the hip.” Lucifer’s gaze was as cold and stern as always but this time it hurt Beelzebub more given the circumstances.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Beelzebub something has clearly happened and I want to know why they’re suddenly letting him be so close!”

“Nothing happened! I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Lucifer knew when each of his brothers was lying, they all had a tell, unfortunately for Beel his was total avoidance of eye contact. The sixth born knew something and Lucifer knew his brother wasn’t going to give that information up easily, not when he was protecting one of you. So instead, he would have to play dirty.

“Really? You have no idea what’s going on between them?” Lucifer gave an unamused scoff and walked back toward the window where he had stood before. “I’m not the only one who has noticed the change Beelzebub, seems to me that half the academy has taken notice.”

The sixth born seemed to move against his will toward the window, looking out to see you and Belphegor talking down below. His body flinched; Lucifer could tell he was uneasy.

“It won’t be long before this reaches Lord Diavolo’s attention…and I would hate to think what would become of Belphegor if it was discovered that ill intent was at play here.”

Beel’s head snapped toward Lucifer at that last part, his eyes seemed to glow with a hint of rage.

“What exactly does that mean?” He asked with a guarded tone.

“It means nothing…or possibly many things, that all depends on how exactly your twin managed to win over his former enemy.” Lucifer stayed put but shifted his gaze to see his younger brother from the corner of his eye. He could see the frustration on Beel’s face and knew it wouldn’t be long before he spilled everything he knew…or so he thought.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to get at Lucifer…and I don’t know what happened between them but I DO know that I won’t let you accuse Belphie of using some dark magic or evil power to get on MC’s good side! He’s not like that!”

“Oh please, the same demon who started all of this? You really think he wouldn’t stoop to that level Beelzebub?” Lucifer now turned to face his brother.

“No… I know he wouldn’t! Belphie fucked up but you can’t accuse him of every mistake for the rest of his life, that’s not fair!”

“This isn’t about fair Beel, this is about figuring out why he was forgiven so quickly!” Both their voices were starting to rise in anger.

“So you just assume he did something bad? Maybe they talked it out! I don’t know what happened but I’m done discussing this with you, you want answers go ask them yourself, but don’t come to me with accusations about Belphie anymore!” Beel took one step toward Lucifer, feeling his aura wanting to change, his wings and horns trying to emerge and his fangs trying to push through. No. Not this time, he had caused enough problems letting his rage blind him before, he had almost killed you by doing that. Instead Beel turned on his heel and headed out of the room, opening the door he stopped and glanced over his shoulder at Lucifer once more.

“He’s your brother too you know… not just my twin.” With that Beel slammed the door shut behind him. Lucifer wanted to be mad but he knew this was all his doing, what had he truly expected to come from that? The eldest knew he needed to correct things so he hurried toward the door and called after his brother.

“Beel! BEELZEBUB!” The sixth born kept walking, until finally he was out of sight.

“Damnit..” Lucifer muttered. One more piece to pick up later.

“Well Lucifer…are you proud of yourself?”

The first born tensed up, immediately upon hearing the voice a headache started to form in the front of Lucifer’s mind. He had been wrong earlier; this was the last thing he needed. He didn’t need to turn to know who he had the displeasure of being in the presence of, yet he did, and instantly regretted it. There, leaned against the lockers, stood that damn sorcerer with the same shit eating grin on his face he always had when he managed to catch Lucifer with his guard down. If he wasn’t a necessary part of Diavolo’s program, Lucifer swore he would have destroyed this stain on humanity long ago.

“What is it Solomon, here to shamelessly beg for another pact?” Lucifer smirked, trying his best not to show his total irritation.

“Would that actually work?” Solomon suddenly had a look of awe in his eyes as if Lucifer had just offered to give him a pact as well as let him move into the HoL. “I’ll start begging right now if that’s all it takes Lucifer, on my knees and everything!”

Lucifer sneered as the sorcerer pretended to beg for a moment. Then through gritted teeth spoke again.

“What do you want.”

“Nothing really,” Solomon gave a light chuckle “it’s just come to my attention that there’s some…tension between residence of the House of Lamentation.”

A sly grin appeared on Solomon’s face, one that Lucifer knew meant the sorcerer knew more than he was letting on. For a moment he wondered if you had gone to him, seeking the comfort of another human after the fallout of last nights dinner, the thought made Lucifer sick to his stomach, but only for a moment until he realized the more likely answer.

“What exactly did Asmodeus tell you.” His voice was much sterner than he ever used with his brothers, even during more recent events. This was a family matter, one that he was already trying to figure out how to resolve quickly, he didn’t need Solomon sticking his nose into things.

“Why? Worried that your brother told me something I shouldn’t know?” the sorcerer teased; knowing better than to go too much further with it. The look of irritation in Lucifer’s eyes was growing more apparent and, as much as Solomon wanted to see just how far he could push the Avatar of Pride before causing him to make a scene, he didn’t want to ruin his already slim chances of ever getting that pact. “No need to fret,” he offered a smile as if to say he was backing down. “Asmo was so worked up that all I really got out of him was that something happened last night at dinner, other than that I have noticed the…unusual relationship that seems to have blossomed between Belphie and our little exchange student, then there’s the way Beel just stormed out of that room with you calling after which I’ll assume means the two of you had a not so enjoyable conversation. Care to enlighten me?”

“Firstly, the conversation I had with Beelzebub is none of your concern, nor is what occurred last night at dinner. That being said, I would advise you to leave Asmodeus alone regarding the matter, you of all people know how he can be when his emotions run high.” Lucifer could feel his temper rising, he never cared much for Solomon and always wondered if his disdain for the shady wizard hadn’t pushed his brother further into his arms. And why did he suddenly seem to care about your relationships with his brothers, Lucifer was confident that his younger brother could handle himself if Solomon ever tried to pull something on him, but he’d be damned if he was going to let Solomon try to go after you. “Secondly, they are not your anything. They are Lord Diavolo’s exchange student and my responsibility, as for their relationship with Belphie… that doesn’t seem to be any of your business either.”

“Of course, how silly of me to think the mighty Lucifer would need any help or advice from a human such as myself in this matter.” Solomon teased once more before continuing on his way down the hall, stopping to turn around and speak one last time. “If you do find yourself in need of help, do reach out to me! There’s no need to be shy Lucifer.”

“You’ll be the first to know.” The first born growled in response. Solomon gave another sly smirk before disappearing down the corridor. Lucifer stood for a moment trying to compose himself after the argument with Beelzebub and that unwanted interaction with Solomon just now, his pride wanted to confront you and force an explanation out of you, for both the dinner and what had transpired with Belphie last night.

Over the last several months Lucifer had watched you from afar, observing your interactions with his brothers, the relationships you had formed, the way they seemed happier and more relaxed with you around. More importantly he had watched how his brothers personalities had developed more into their own and less of just what their sin made them out to be.

The way that Mammon seemed to care less about his schemes and profits when he could spend time with you instead, how Leviathan was more willing to join group outings without complaining about how everyone else seemed to be having more fun when you were with them, and how Satan seemed to find a way to calm himself to prevent an outburst if you were next to him. He noticed how you managed to captivate and hold Asmodeus’s attention even with a mirror in the room, the way Beelzebub’s appetite seemed easier to satiate when you cooked, and even though he had only rejoined the group for a few weeks Lucifer noticed how Belphegor appeared less tired and more engage when you were involved in the situation.

Avatar of Pride came with many setbacks, the main one being the inability to express his feelings in an appropriate manner. It wasn’t that Lucifer was as cold and closed off as his brothers and other demons perceived him, it was that his sin, his pride, kept him from saying the things he truly wanted to. This wasn’t a new predicament for him though, even as an angel Lucifer had struggled with showing his love and appreciation, it had only worsened since being saddled with the sin of pride. The truth was that he had envied his brothers for being so close to you, more than anything he wanted to be like them, to be able to let his walls down and talk to you like everybody else. He wanted whatever bond it was his brothers had with you that would quell his pride and give him the chance to freely interact with you.

Maybe it was his desire to not be so controlled by his sin, or perhaps it was the guilt still eating at him. Whatever the reason was, Lucifer started down the hall but instead of barging into the courtyard for answers he retreated to Diavolo’s office. He chose to focus on his tasks and let you mend you bonds with his brothers in peace, well aware that eventually the time would come for him to have his own confrontation, but for now he would sit back and observe.

Just like he had for the last seven months.

******

“Mammon! Ugh, you suck so bad! How did you even die right there?” Leviathan groaned while waving his controller around wildly in a desperate attempt to still complete the level.

“Don’t ask me! How do you jump in this game anyway?!” Mammon barked, aggressively spamming the B button.

“The A button! It’s always the A button!!” Levi scolded.

The two of them had been bickering for the last hour while playing Levi’s newest game, although they sounded irritated with each other you could tell they were enjoying the game immensely. You couldn’t help but laugh as Mammon died yet again and Levi went into full dramatics over it. On the bed behind you Satan was busy giving an educational lecture about…something, while Asmo, Beel and Belphie listened. You honestly had no idea what they were talking about but seeing them all together and getting along made you happy.

You had made amends with the brothers, explaining why you were so hurt by their actions and finally getting apologies from them, Belphie had learned his position and had become your obedient servant as it were. Everyone was getting along, the previous tension was long gone, you were thrilled to have everything back to normal and be on speaking terms with all the brothers once more.

Well…all but one.

Ever since the fatal night, there had been one demon who seemed to successfully avoid you at every turn. Sure, you saw him at breakfast and dinner but that was clearly just to keep good face with his brothers, his way of not letting them know that the two of you had not spoken since the blowout. He always managed to finish his breakfast shortly after you joined but never soon enough to be noticed by his brothers, the only time you saw him at RAD was in passing between classes and typically he was always talking with Diavolo or some random professor, once dinner was over he would manage to lock himself away in his bedroom or study for the evening only to reappear at breakfast and start the cycle again. There were a hand full of occasions where the eight of you had gone out as a group, a few joined by the angels and Solomon, but even then he kept his interactions with you short.

You knew the main reason for this was because of Lucifer’s sin, it would be shameful for a powerful demon such as him to admit defeat or show weakness to a mere human such as yourself you were sure, but Lucifer seemed to have forgotten that you were stubborn and prideful yourself. You refused to be the one to crack, to go to him and seek an end to this ridiculous feud, you would wait until he managed to swallow that damn pride and approach you.

Apparently, Lucifer wasn’t very good at swallowing.

Tonight was your final night in the Devildom and that old man had yet to apologize for everything he put you through this year, all the dumb tasks you had to do, the never-ending events to support RAD, the various balls and dinners you had attended, not to mention the three accounts of murder he had attempted towards you. The thought of you returning home without Lucifer being held accountable for all the shit you went through was more than irritating, you considered confronting him tomorrow in front of Diavolo mainly so you could see the horror on his face as you tore into him in front of his precious prince, but you really didn’t want a repeat of That Night. You looked around at the six brothers, all deeply absorbed in whatever they were doing, and decided to go for a walk.

You got up from your spot on the bed and headed towards the door leading downstairs, only to catch the attention of your loyal servant.

“Where are you going?” Belphie sat up on the bed and looked at you the way a dog watching its owner leave for work would. You could tell he wanted to get up and follow but was waiting for your orders to do so, you were proud of how well you had trained him in the last few months and almost felt bad leaving him behind tomorrow.

“I’m just getting a drink!” You gave a reassuring smile in an attempt to keep him from wanting to follow and it seemed to work. Belphie sank back onto the bed before answering.

“Alright…don’t take too long.” You could tell he was forlorn.

You headed downstairs and only felt a little bad about lying to Belphie, technically it was only a half lie which is why you only felt a little bad. Sure, you were going to grab a drink from the kitchen, but you were going for something else.

You were getting that damn apology.

As you approached the bottom of the stairs you heard a faint melody coming from somewhere down the hall, recognizing it as a record playing you decided your drink could wait and followed the sound towards your potential prey. The soft symphony led you to Lucifer’s study, you lingered for a moment wondering if he was actually in there or if he was just throwing you off his tracks, after a moment you knocked on the thick wooden door. Twelve months ago you would have been terrified to confront Lucifer, the first born demon lord, Avatar of pride, but as you stood in front of his door there was no fear in you.

Only determination.

“It’s open” the familiar stoic voice stated from inside.

Opening the study door, you found Lucifer standing at the bar on the right side of the room, the heavy jacket he normally wore missing from his shoulders and instead neatly placed on the back of the large chair behind his desk, an elegant, bejeweled chalice in his hand as he poured himself a glass of Demonus. You carefully closed the door behind you while still facing the demon across the room, stealthily you reached your hand behind your back and quietly locked the deadbolt, you didn’t want any sudden interruptions tonight.

“I thought you were upstairs with the others enjoying your final evening here.” Lucifer spoke as he set the Demonus bottle on the bar and replaced the cork.

“I was, but I got thirsty… Beel went through all the drinks upstairs so I was on my way to the kitchen.” You slowly moved further into the room, making your way toward the lounge chairs in front of the fireplace.

“Well, you’re welcome to join me since you’re here,” Lucifer held out a second gorgeous chalice, decorated slightly different but obvious that it belonged in the same set as his. You took the chalice from him and he made his way over to a chair, you perused your options at the bar but settled on Demonus, it didn’t get you drunk but had a wonderful taste, it was probably best you didn’t end up intoxicated during this anyway. “That noise up there gives me the perfect opportunity to listen to my records in peace down here, so I guess I should thank you for whatever you did to lure them all up there.”

Lure them?? Why did he have to make you sound like a monster waiting to devour his brothers? Whatever. You let it go and tried to focus on the task at hand, admittedly there was something…primal that you had felt when confronting a few of his brothers recently so maybe he wasn’t completely in the wrong. Regardless, you decided to play nice for now.

“What are we listening to anyway?” You could feel his gaze on you as you poured your drink, you couldn’t place it but something about his behavior seemed a little off.

“The cursed vinyl edition of The Tale of the Seven Lords, the one you managed to acquire from Leviathan for me.” The usual stern matter-of-fact tone of his was missing, in its place was an unfamiliar, friendlier one.

“Don’t people say you’ll die if you listen to it?” You placed the cork back in the Demonus bottle and turned to take your seat. Doing so you caught Lucifer looking at you in a way that was new to you, though it didn’t last long as he quickly turned his sight away and down to his glass when he realized you were looking at him.

“I see you haven’t forgotten the story behind it,” he gave a soft chuckle but rather than his usual mocking one, this was much more amused. “It’s true that all humans involved with its creation died mysterious deaths, but that was nothing more than coincidence.”

You took your seat in the chair adjacent to his, making yourself comfortable before he continued. As you did you got your first good look of the evening at the first born. He wore his usual vest and dress shirt combo but his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows giving you sight of his forearms which were much larger than you remembered, his gloves were also gone, discarded somewhere else in the room (on his desk you assumed) letting you see his hands which were a rare sight to see in general, but tonight they were adorned with three different rings. A thick silver band on the index finger of his left hand with something inscribed on the side, a small golden ring on the pinky of his right hand that was greatly overshadowed by the massive ring on his index of the same hand. An onyx-black band with two thin gold lines that curved up into what looked almost like two small claws holding the largest ruby you had ever seen. Drawing your eyes away from his hands you noticed his usual red tie was missing and the top two buttons on his shirt were undone, his hair was a messier than the prideful demon normally kept it, and upon closer inspection you found his cheeks to be dusted a light pink. You immediately realized why his demeanor seemed off and couldn’t help but smirk.

The asshole was drunk.

“Besides, even if this vinyl were truly cursed, look who you’ve got by your side. You’re talking to one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. There’s not much to worry about now is there?” a not-so-subtle brag by the not-so-sober demon. You wanted to tease him, maybe even make fun of him a bit, for letting you see him like this. Obviously this wasn’t the first time Lucifer had drunk around you, it was, however, the first time you had smelt this cologne on him. You held your tongue and took a sip of your drink, buying you time to think of a response that wasn’t a snarky or smartass joke at his expense.

“I suppose you’re right.” You finally settled on.

“You know, it was in this very room that I selected you for our exchange program.”

Oh, here we go.

You rolled your eyes and took another swig of your drink, suddenly wishing humans weren’t immune to Demonus. Lucifer swirled his glass gently before going on, his eyes locked on the fireplace in front of you.

“When I first welcomed you here…I was only doing it for Diavolo.”

Your gaze snapped in his direction, if looks could kill he would be taking his last breath. Was he seriously about to start a fight with you, in his current state? Maybe he had to be drunk in order work up the nerve to finish you off.

“I figured that if you managed to survive a year here without any incidents…that was all I could really ask for. And even if things didn’t go as planned, as long as I could prevent you from getting eaten by any of the lower-level demons, everything would be alright.”

“Oh, but trying to kill me yourself was perfectly valid?” You muttered under your breath a little louder than intended, thankfully Lucifer was too lost in the flames dancing before him to hear you.

“That’s really what I thought…but somehow I managed to choose a human who’s such a magnet for trouble it almost defies belief.” Lucifer scoffed and shifted his gaze to his drink. “There were times I thought I’d made a mistake choosing you.”

You felt the familiar warmth of your rage starting to dance across your skin, you wanted to snap, to tell him off right here and now, but you were waiting for the perfect moment. This wasn’t it.

“I’m sorry for being such a burden.” You practically hissed. You were doing your best to hold your temper but Lucifer’s arrogance still managed to shine through even when drunk.

“It’s far too late to be trying to suck up to me with apologies, you know?”

Arrogant ass.

“Also, there’s no need…things are different now. I made the right choice choosing you, after all you’ve kept me quite entertained this past year.”

Entertained? You entertained him?? You didn’t really consider being forced to choose between protecting Beel or Luke entertaining, nor being attacked by Lucifer. Nearly being crushed to death while dancing with him at the Demon Lord’s Castle all because he was ensuring you understood he would destroy you if you harmed his brothers wasn’t a joy ride either. Let’s not forget the time the brothers trapped the two of you in a fake game and Lucifer almost killed you when you revealed you had met Belphie to him, that had gone in the opposite direction of entertaining. You remembered all the snide comments as well, the reminders that you were just a human and here as a part of the exchange program, that if Diavolo’s plans failed because of you--- you bit your tongue to stop the words from flying out of your mouth.

“Glad I could be of service.” You managed.

“So then,” He seemed to shake himself off before looking back at you finally. “have you done all that you set out to do here in the Devildom? No unfinished business?”

You started to demand your apology when the tingle of Satan’s pact mark sparked something in your mind.

“Actually Lucifer, I still haven’t made a pact with you. I think that’s the last thing on my list” You took a slow sip and watched the eyes of the first born go wide only briefly before slowly tilting his head in curiosity.

“A pact?” His voice suddenly much deeper than before; it caused a jolt to run up your spine. “I see, you’ve made a pact with all of my brothers…which just leaves me.” A wicked grin tugged at his lips. “Do you really want a pact with me?”

You could feel the steady beat of your heart in your chest, your mind suddenly fuzzy and your rage now mixed with a different feeling. His demeanor had changed again, still obviously drunk but now you had his full attention, his eyes locked on you and awaiting your response. While scrambling to sort out your thoughts you made a connection that you had missed before, the rolled-up sleeves, the unbuttoned shirt, the intoxicating cologne, the beautiful rings, the gorgeous glasses, the vinyl record still playing in the background…the Demonus. Lucifer hadn’t gotten himself drunk so he could finally kill you off, he had done it so he could make a move.

You suddenly realized what the look in his eyes was, this was all some form of a demon mating ritual, a trap that he lured you into--- lured? Damnit! He wanted you down here, he wanted you to ask for a pact, when you did you triggered something in him and now you suddenly felt like the prey. On top of this horrifying discovery, you also identified what the odd feeling was.

Along with Satan’s pact mark, that was still simmering on your skin, Asmo’s pact mark was also starting to tingle. You felt like throwing up for a moment, what the hell was wrong with you?? Admittedly you had always had a thing for Lucifer, he may have been an ass at times but which brother wasn’t? It was never anything serious though, just an innocent crush or at the very least recognizing that he was good-looking for a centuries old demon. So why the hell was this the situation that was turning you on? Yes he was very pretty to look at in the glow of the fireplace, but hadn’t he just insulted you like three times and brought up some sore memories??

“What’s so wrong with that?” You heard your voice say, unable to tell if the question was directed at Lucifer or yourself. All you got in response was an amused huff from the demon who now had you in a slight trance, was this some weird demonic power of his?

“I don’t know how my brothers felt about making a pact with you, but I am more than just another name to be crossed off your list.” Lucifer placed his glass on the table between you, sitting straight up in his chair you realized just how much bigger than you he really was. No comparison to Beel or Diavolo but after spending most of your time with demons like Mammon and Asmodeus, Lucifer’s build was intimidating; especially when you no longer seemed to be in control of the situation. You watched as he rose from his seat and strode over to his desk, lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the box he had pulled from his jacket.

“I won’t be lumped together with everyone else.” Lucifer turned back toward you, taking his time to walk back over. Without realizing it, you were suddenly standing up, your own glass now resting next to his on the table, and your feet seemed to be moving on their own. Lucifer had stopped moving but you were inching your way to him now as if an invisible rope were pulling you in.

“That won’t do.” You watched as his eyes shifted to the deep red you had seen on those rare unpleasant occasions, the horns on his head seemed to grow effortlessly without messing up his hair, his four jet black wings emerged and expanded as if to make him appear bigger. You were familiar with this part. This was where Lucifer tried to intimidate you, make you afraid and turn tail, or drop to your knees in submission, you were never really sure what he was looking for because you never did any of those things. Instead, you did what you always did in this situation.

You stood your ground.

“You’ve certainly got guts, don’t you? I’ve always found that aspect of you irritating, and yet, as irritating as it is,” Lucifer reached his right hand up and lightly gripped your face. “it’s even more endearing.”

You were almost positive he could hear the pounding of your heart. This all felt overwhelmingly familiar, you preferred the version where you were in charge and held all the cards with Belphie, but no matter what he did next you would never give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

“Listen well little human,” Your eyes locked onto his, his right hand tilted your chin up slightly while his left hand pressed against your back to pull you closer. “I will not be your possession. I won’t belong to you. You will belong to me.”

You felt your body tense momentarily, this didn’t excuse his actions, this wasn’t the apology you wanted, but you didn’t not want this pact. You tried to stay grounded, to keep your mind from flying off into the abyss, to not be completely overpowered by Lucifer’s aura.

“So, what will it be?” His grip on your face loosened and his hand fell away from your back. Something in your mind panicked, it felt abandoned suddenly, it needed his touch again.

“Yes.” You tried not to sound too desperate with that answer. You’d beat yourself up later for turning to putty in his hands, for now you had to focus, you were so close. You saw a genuine smile form on his face this time.

“Good, then it’s done. As of this moment,” Lucifer reached into his pocket and pulled out the box you had missed him pick up before. He opened it and inside was another gorgeous ring, almost identical to the large one he wore, a black band with a beautiful ruby posted in the center, smaller and sleeker than his but just as mesmerizing. He took your hand in his and gently slipped the ring onto your finger, as if by magic, you felt the band slowly start to form to you. “you are mine.”

You were busy inspecting the gaudy ring that now rested on your finger when a familiar burning sensation started, you took in a sharp breath of air as you felt a new pact mark forming on your skin, you had been through this six times already and each one had been less painful. This one, however, felt different, the burn was deeper and hotter than the others, you felt a little dizzy and closed your eyes from the intense pain, a bright blue symbol flashed in your mind as you did. You recognized it as Lucifer’s mark, opening your eyes again you found the first born looking at you with adoring eyes, his sight fixated on the pact mark that was glowing a brilliant blue. The excessive pain made sense now, this was the burn of a new pact mark along with both you and Lucifer feeling intense pride at the same time.

Aside from the overwhelming sense of pride in yourself for managing to pull this stunt off and not make a fool of yourself, something else was growing inside you. Your mind seemed clearer than before, no longer panicked or intoxicated by Lucifer’s power, you remembered the real reason you had come down here. You felt your rage returning but this time it felt intensified, your body felt lighter yet stronger than before, Lucifer no longer registered as a threat to you, there had been another dynamic shift but it wasn’t quite as obvious to the demon tracing your new pact mark.

This was the moment you had been waiting for.

“I agree that you’re different from the others,” you grabbed the wrist of his hand tracing your skin with a force that seemed to catch him off guard. “however, there’s one thing you got wrong.”

You pulled his hand away from your skin, a look of confusion and caution taking over his features. All the pain, all the tears, every insult, every fight, every bad day, every day you woke up scared all came flooding back to you at once. Satan’s mark glowed a beautiful emerald green against your skin while Lucifer’s continued to glow as well, he gave no visual signs but somehow you knew Lucifer was uncomfortable, as if you could sense his fear. Just like the night you had broken Belphie, the fear you sensed was feeding something inside you, filling you with that same confidence.

“It’s true that you’re a very powerful demon Lucifer, you could handle any of your brothers if they ever went rogue and not a break a sweat, really the only demon here that outranks you is Lord Diavolo himself,” You felt his mark tingle on you and knew you were feeding that ego of his. “And I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to have this pact with you now! If I’m honest this is probably the mark I’m happiest to wear!”

Time to destroy it.

“Because that means you answer to me now.” Your voice was soft yet powerful. You narrowed your eyes and felt a grin on your lips, the fear was now apparent on Lucifer’s face, this was too good to be true.

“Over the last year I’ve been through my fair share of shit from you and your brothers, I’ve been the good little human you asked me to be but guess what my love? Even good humans go bad when pushed too far.” Just like before you started taking steps closer without realizing it.

“I’m aware that we put you through a lot, and I know Belphegor’s actions---” a psychotic type of laugh ripped from your throat.

“Oh, this has nothing to do with Belphie. See I’ve had fun little chats with your brothers, I think the most fun one was with Belphie himself the night that I snapped at dinner when he stopped by my room.” You watched Lucifer’s eyes go wide just like earlier, except this time there was a hint of betrayal in them.

“I know you’ve been oh so curious about what happened between him and I that night. Beel told me how you practically cornered him wanting to know what went on. You’re just dying to know how I turned a brat like Belphie into such a good boy who does what he’s told aren’t you?” With every word the look on Lucifer’s face worsened, like you were digging in his chest searching for his heart, and in a way you were.

You wanted him to break, just like Belphie.

“Well, how else would a human corrupt a demon so quickly?” You saw a grimace on the first born’s face, that one struck a nerve. “Don’t worry, I didn’t let him into my bed, he knows his place is on the floor. If you really need to know, he and I had a little… conversation, similar to the one you and I are having now actually. Let’s see if you can unlock a different ending though.” You gave a teasing wink.

“I’m here to discuss the issues you and I have had in the past, nothing to do with your brothers, in fact for the rest of the night let’s just act like they don’t exist shall we?” Lucifer had started to take small steps backward as you closed the gap between the two of you, his pride was trying to keep him in place but you knew it was slowly bowing down to you, you could feel it.

“Let’s talk about how you treated me when I first arrived, back when you were ‘just doing it for Diavolo’ as you put it.��

“That’s not what I---"

“Let’s discuss all the fun and entertaining moments where you tried to attack and kill me.”

“I realize I overreact---”

“Let’s go over how you threatened to kill me if I ever harmed your brothers and the ironic twist of how you let your youngest brother harm me instead!”

“Please, just let me---”

“Let you do what Lucifer? Let you smooth talk your way out of apologizing? Let you convince me that you were just having a hard time controlling your brothers? Let you distract me long enough to call your precious prince so you don’t have to take responsibility for how you behaved?”

“No, I just---”

“You see sweetheart, I just don’t care. I’ve done my part of listening to you for the last twelve months, tonight you’re going to listen to me instead.”

You had unintentionally forced Lucifer to back into the chair he sat in before, the back of his legs made contact with the seat causing him to stumble for a moment before regaining his balance. Similar to Belphie, you could sense his fear, but this time you could sense some pride still running through him as well. What could he possibly still be proud of? Pushing you to your limit? Or did he still have one more trick up his sleeve somehow? “You talk a big game, you know that?” Your eyes narrowed with annoyance and anger. Whatever he was proud of, you’d make sure to squash it. “You spent all that time telling Diavolo how you were happy to assist him and house the new exchange student. You paraded me around to every event and dance Diavolo held. You made me keep my head down so I wouldn’t embarrass the prince and subsequently, you. But it was all an act wasn’t it?”

A look of hurt flashed across the first born’s face. You felt that familiar rage burning deep inside you again, the one that wanted flip the table and throw plates at dinner, this time you just might set it free.

“You never really cared about my safety. You just didn’t want to upset or disappoint that prince of yours. I was an inconvenience to you actually, preventing you from focusing on more important matters, you loathed that Diavolo saddled you with caring for me. Didn’t he know you already had six, well…five brothers to look after?” a devious smirk crept onto your face. “But who were you to protest, hm? After all he saved your precious Lilith.”

The fire inside you flared up as you growled her name. You still didn’t fully believe that you were somehow related to her, it just seemed too convenient, but the brothers sure believed it.

“You only put up with me for her didn’t you? Did learning that we were related make it easier for you to accept my existence? Did you suddenly stop seeing me and pretend you saw her when I walked in the room? Or do you think I somehow am her? Because I’m not!” Your fists clenched by your side. You knew by now Satan was upstairs struggling to keep his composure, not wanting to alert the others that you were pissed off somewhere in the house. “I AM NOTHING LIKE HER!” You felt a sting in your throat and small tears trying to push their way to freedom. “It would’ve been so much easier for you if Belphie had gotten away with it wouldn’t it?? If Mammon hadn’t found him and I had just died! That’s why you didn’t save me ISN’T IT? YOU WANTED ME DEAD? YOU WANTED ME OUT OF YOUR HAIR!?”

“NO!”

His voice strained, the red in his cheeks now sprawled across his face. He jumped slightly after shouting, as if he startled himself with the outburst as well, then collapsed in the chair behind him. You watched his eyes fill with an unfamiliar hurt, his breathing became shaky,his wings went limp, his voice weak as it searched for words to say.

“That’s…that’s not what I wanted…it never was.”

“Then what did you want, Lucifer?” You seethed. A few seconds passed as you watched the once arrogant demon now struggle to find his voice. Your patience was running out. “Enlighten me.”

“I just…I wanted to have the same bond my brothers did…I wanted to be close with you—” Another maniacal laugh from you cut off the end of his sentence.

“And you think the way to do that is to constantly threaten me?? To always remind me that I’m nothing more than just a lowly human?? TO LET YOUR BROTHER KILL ME???” You could almost feel the fire in your eyes, your teeth bared as you did your best to not start swinging your fists.

“NO!”

“And yet you did! You did all of that Lucifer! Plus more! I FUCKING DIED AND YET YOU’VE NEVER ONCE SAID YOU WERE SORRY FOR ANY OF IT!”

“BUT I AM!”

“THEN SAY IT! SAY YOU’RE FUCKING SORRY FOR EVERYTHING YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH!”

“I’M SORRY!! I LOVE YOU AND I’M SORRY!!” Lucifer’s voice cracked as he shouted at the top of his lungs. You were certain that the other six heard the screaming match that just happened all the way in the attic and wondered if they too had caught that middle part in between his apology.

“What?” You weren’t sure if it was because you had been caught off guard by the sudden confession or if his apology had finally satisfied the rage inside you, but your voice dropped back to its normal tone as you looked at Lucifer now sobbing into his hands.

“I’m sorry I was so wretched toward you” The first born looked up at you with pitiful eyes, tears streaming down his now bright red cheeks. “I’m sorry for saying such vile things, for making you feel worthless and alone. I’m sorry for all the times I let my anger get the best of me and nearly killed you. More than anything I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to stop my own brother from ending your life.” He gasped for air in between silent sobs before continuing. “I never understood why Lilith sacrificed everything she had in the Celestial Realm just to spend time with a human, but I realized a while back… that somewhere along the way I fell in love with you, and suddenly it all made sense. Every joke you made with Mammon, every late night spent in Leviathan’s room, every living room fashion show you sat through with Asmodeus, every afternoon in the garden spent with Satan and every meal you made just for Beelzebub… I witnessed it all and I realized…you care for them just as much as I do… and they all worship the ground you walk on. I wanted to be a part of that.”

You felt your rage begin to melt away, the fire burning deep inside faded to a small ember and your stomach flipped as you listened to the prideful demon pour out his true feelings.

“So many times, I wanted to tell you how I felt, to apologize for how I behaved before, to have a chance at forming the bond that would allow me to be happy just like my brothers. But each time I tried, my pride would prevent me from speaking my true intent and instead some condescending remark was made. I’ll never forgive myself for not being there to protect you from him, the flashbacks of watching you fade away in Mammon’s arms keeps me up most nights, I failed both of you that day. And I’m sorry.”

His apology seemed sincere enough, but you still couldn’t shake this new feeling you had. You got more than you had wanted out of this, a pact, an apology, and a new sense of confidence it seemed. You felt bad watching Lucifer practically beg for forgiveness like this, and yet, seeing him sit there like that? A complete mess, eyes red with tears still gently rolling down his face, he looked like easy prey just waiting to be caught. It was still feeding the beast inside you.

“Can you ever forgive me?” The question was soft and weak. This was possibly the most vulnerable you’d ever seen the great Avatar of pride before. You were starting to enjoy it.

“Oh Lucifer,” a gentle smile appeared on your lips. “All I ever wanted was a sincere apology and for you to take responsibility.”

You bent down slightly before continuing.

“Of course I can forgive you, as long as you understand our dynamic now.” You wiped the newest tears off his cheeks with your hand and gently caressed his face, you felt him lean into your touch slightly. “I care deeply about my pacts and the demons I formed them with, I want nothing but for us to get along and have that special bond.”

Lucifer’s eyes softened and you could see his body begin to relax.

“However,” the same devious smile from previous encounters reappeared on your face as your firmly held his with the hand that had just wiped his tears. You planted one foot firmly on the seat of his chair right between his thighs and leaned in closely, your nose lightly brushing against his as you spoke. “If you think you control me, you don’t know what you’re in for.”

Your voice was practically a whisper now but felt more powerful than when you had been yelling earlier. Lucifer’s eyes couldn’t decide whether to stay locked on yours or watch as your lips hovered just out of reach of his. You had officially reduced him to the same pathetic puddle Belphie was during his little chat, but somehow this time it felt a lot more enjoyable.

“Understood?” You tilted his chin up just as he had done to you earlier.

“Yes, Master.” You couldn’t help but scoff at the response.

“How obedient, must come with the pride.” You let go of his face and stepped away from him. You glanced at the time on your phone and then one more time at the new ring that adorned your finger. Realizing how late it was and how early you had to be up to finally return home, you headed toward the office door. “You should head to bed soon. We have a big day tomorrow.”

You heard shuffling behind you and a few very clumsy footsteps before turning to look over your shoulder. Lucifer had scrambled to his feet half drunk on Demonus and the other half on you, you assumed he wanted to follow after you but either his legs stopped working or he was sober enough to stop himself because he only made it as far as the chair you had been sitting in.

“You cou— you could just stay here tonight…with me.” He managed to get out as his face flushed red again.

“I could,” you smiled “but I won’t.” You watched his face drop as you unlocked the door and stepped out. Before closing it you turned back one more time. “You haven’t earned that yet.”

**********

The next morning, you stood in the student council room at RAD along with the brothers and other exchange students one last time, back where it all began. As the others talked excitedly and goodbyes were said to Simeon, Luke and Solomon, you thought back on the last year and everything that had happened, both good and bad. You had been tossed into this world against your will, tasked with representing the entire human race, placed in a home with seven unruly brothers, faced death more times than you cared to ever remember, got caught up in weird family drama, and stood toe to toe with raging demons one too many times.

It wasn’t all bad though.

You made some new friends, you experienced things you never knew existed, you tried amazing food from both the Devildom and Celestial Realm, you managed to help the brothers patch things up, you pulled off making pacts with seven Demon Lords in just one years’ time (Solomon would be furious when he found out) and got the apologies you rightfully deserved from each of your pact members. All in all it wasn’t too terrible and the more you thought about going home the more you realized you would miss seeing these dorks every day, you wouldn’t miss the arguing…but you’d miss the bad jokes, the movie nights, the random adventures and most of all you’d miss watching them embarrass each other in front of you.

The others eventually departed and now it was your turn. You were trying to think of the easiest way to say bye without causing tears and dramatics when you felt a soft tug on your arm. Belphie stood a few inches away from your back, trying to get your attention the same way he had the last few months, when you turned he blushed slightly and dropped his gaze to his feet as usual.

“I’m sorry for fucking things up for so long. I really enjoyed the time we had together, I just wish it could last a little longer.” He lifted his gaze to look at you. “Are we okay?”

“Yes darling,” you smiled. You had put his ass through the wringer ever since the fallout yet with each passing day he looked at you like you hung the moon and stars yourself, the least you could do was forgive him before leaving. “I think we’ll be just fine. Listen to your brothers while I’m gone though, if I find out you’ve been nothing but a brat,” you pulled him in for a brief hug and whispered in his ear. “there will be consequences.”

You released him from the hug and noticed the deep red on his face, you’d miss how easy it was to tease him. Leaving Belphie to drown in his thoughts you turned to his twin and started to speak.

“Beelz—” Only to be cut off by a hug that knocked all the air out of your lungs but then melted into a firm but gentle one. “Good to know you learned some self-restraint.” You managed to squeeze out in one breath.

“Thank you,” the sixth born spoke into the top of your head, his arms trapping you against his chest. “For helping Belphie, for putting up with us, and for making us a family again.” You started to respond but felt a sudden wet spot on your shoulder, managing to look up you found the gentle giant staring at you with tear filled eyes.

“Oh Beel,”

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I said I wouldn’t cry and look what you made me do Beel!!” The unmistakable sound of Asmo throwing a tantrum and stomping his boot on the ground made you laugh; they truly were predictable.

You freed yourself from Beelzebub only to be engulfed by Asmo who begged for you not to leave him here with his brothers.

“Who’s going to tell me how beautiful I am? Who’s going to help me do my nails? Who am I supposed to gossip with??” Asmo asked frantically.

“Well, I’m sure Solomon has an easier way of getting back here.” You offered.

“He doesn’t count!” Asmo sobbed before Beel peeled him off you. You adjusted yourself and moved away before getting sucked back in by Asmo’s grasp. Satan looked at you trying to contain his laughter.

“Just so you know, I won’t cry.”

“And I thank you for that.” You sighed.

“I will miss you though.” You hugged the fourth born and then he continued. “Thank you for teaching me how to feel things other than anger and for helping me find better ways to control it.”

“Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.” You teased.

“No promises.” He replied.

You turned to Levi who looked like he was waiting in line to meet Ruri-chan herself.

“Alright my otaku friend, I know this is far too much of a normie thing so I’ll keep it—” Cut off again by the world’s fastest and most unexpected public hug you blinked trying to figure out what just happened. “Did you just hug me in front of other people?”

“You’ll probably forget about all our games we have saved once you get home but I’ll keep them in case we get to play again…thanks for being my friend this year.” The third born turned bright red as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You knew this whole thing was probably a lot for him and were incredibly proud of how far he had come since day one, he was no longer the awkward little shut-in you first met. Now he was your awkward little friend.

“ANYWAY!” Mammon shoved his brother out of the way before standing next to you and leaning on your shoulder. “Listen, I know it’s probably suuuper boring back home ‘cause I’m not there so why dontcha just summon me on the daily and you can be entertained by the great Mammon?”

This time you gave the unsuspected hug.

“Thank you Mammon,” you squeezed your arms around him one last time. “For always being there for me…and protecting me until the very end.”

“’Course,” his voice was soft and you knew he was fighting tears. “Wouldn’t trade it for all the Grimm in the Devildom.”

You pushed out of the hug and grabbed his face with both your hands and smiled a big goofy grin.

“And thanks for being my first man!” you teased.

“Ack, why ya gotta go and say somethin cheesy like that?? Geez, like I care!”

You would definitely miss embarrassing him. You couldn’t help but laugh as you backed away and watched him blush while muttering to himself. One goodbye left and you’d be gone.

Once again you stood before Lucifer, the same old song and dance you had done for twelve months, but this time the dynamic was switched. You stood tall with a confident smile on your face while Lucifer seemed a little more nervous than usual, he of course would never let his brothers see that which is why he stood with his back to them.

“I’ll never forget this year I’ve spent with you.” Lucifer spoke with his usual matter-of-fact tone but you could sense sadness in his voice. You knew if the goodbye dragged on too long he would break just like he had last night, so you tried to keep it short, to spare his ego.

“Watch over your brothers,” you took a few steps closer and lowered your voice so your conversation became more private. “Keep them out of trouble but don’t work yourself to death in the process. Remember to relax every now and then.”

“I’m only truly able to relax when you’re around.” Lucifer had a pleading look in his eyes, one that was screaming for you not to leave. If you didn’t go soon you might just give in and stay a little longer. After all, things just got interesting and the cards seemed to finally be fully in your favor.

“Be good while I’m away.” Your final command to him.

“Of course, Master,” the first born lifted your hand and gently kissed the ring he had placed on you last night. “Anything for you.”

“Hey, Lucifer! What’s the big idea whisperin’ over there?? And why the hell are ya holdin their hand! No one said anything about that!” Mammon shouted from behind, breaking the trance Lucifer seemed to be in and drawing out the normal heavy sigh and eye roll.

“It’s time.” Diavolo interjected before an argument could break out.

You grabbed the few belongings you had gathered during your stay and walked toward the portal Barbatos had opened, a few more steps and you’d finally be back home. You had officially survived your stay in the Devildom.

“Before you go,” Diavolo spoke again. “I’d like to know, is there anything in particular you learned during your stay?”

You turned back around to face the prince along with the brothers. Had you learned anything? Honestly you learned a lot, about the three realms, about magic, and above all about yourself. It was hard to pick one singular thing and even harder to find a way to condense it all.

“I guess if I had to choose,” you paused for a moment to think. While doing so you made eye contact with the spoiled brat who had caused the last five months of tension and ultimately unlocked some bizarre power and feeling inside you that you still didn’t quite understand. “I learned that what doesn’t kill me, just makes me vicious.”

You watched as the youngest brother ducked his head and began to fidget with his sleeves, you caught the pink in his cheeks as you turned back around and headed through the portal leading to home. The brothers watched your every move, hoping that at the last minute you would turn around and run straight back to them, but you didn’t. Just as you entered the bright light and your silhouette started to fade, Leviathan caught sight of a bright blue symbol shining against the glow of the portal, one that definitely wasn’t there before.

“Wha—” the third born recognized the symbol immediately but couldn’t believe his eyes. There was no way you had pulled that off, and if you did then that made you the most badass person ever, like insanely badass, more than any anime protagonist he’d ever heard of. He frantically looked around at his brothers who seemed clueless to the new symbol. “IS NOBODY ELSE SEEING THAT??”

“Ow, Levi don’t shout in my ear like that, ugh.” Asmo scoffed while blinking tears from his eyes as to not ruin his mascara.

“NO NO! You guys totally see that right?!? That’s Lucifer’s pact mark on—" Levi turned and pointed back at the now gone portal. “them…”

“WHA— DID YA GET A PICTURE OF IT?!” Mammon screeched while grabbing his brothers shoulders.

“N-no?”

“Levithatwasaoneinamillionshotwhaddyameanyoudidnttakeapicture??” Mammon sobbed while shaking his younger brother like a rag doll.

“Mammon stop! You might snap him in half.” Beelzebub said as he picked the second born up and threw him over his shoulder before heading toward the door. “Let’s go.”

“Honestly Leviathan,” the third born jumped, not expecting Lucifer to be directly behind him. “you might want to take a break from all the video games, I think it’s ruining your eyes.” Levi smiled sheepishly and watched his brother turn to leave the council room. “We’re done here.”

The brothers said goodbye to Diavolo and Barbatos before departing, Belphegor teasing Mammon as Beelzebub carried him out of the room, Asmodeus, Leviathan and Satan speaking in hushed tones while gossiping about you potentially having a pact with the demon of pride himself, and Lucifer leading them out with his head held high and a smug grin on his face. He knew damn well you had flashed his mark on purpose, just to stir his brothers up.

“Well, I suppose that brings the first year of our exchange program to an end Barbatos! I have to say, I think it was a rousing success!” Diavolo grinned, feeling overly proud himself.

“Of course young Master, however,” Barbatos said. “Did you happen to notice our human exchange student seemed a little less…”

“Human?” Diavolo finished his question. His grin disappeared and a look of concern took its place. “Yes, I did notice that. It’s very troublesome but I’m unsure if Lucifer and his brothers are aware of it…Barbatos, could you—”

“I’m already on it sir,” Barbatos smiled calmly and opened a new portal.

“Don’t worry about a thing.”

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Darling and Sephiroth cockwarming after a long day of dealing with the kids? 😣

This Fluffy Sephiroth or "Fluffy" Sephiroth? 🤔 I will make this Fluffy boi. Yandere version here. Enjoy this scenario~.

Content Warning: NSFW. Some angst.

Exhausted from your maternal duties, you almost collapsed onto the bed, but you managed to steady yourself, avoiding any discomfort for yourself or the little one inside of you. You love your triplet boys. You really do. But sometimes you wanna just throw them into a chest and ship them off to the promised land... or whatever that is. Not too long after your arrival, the bedroom door slammed open, making the poor hinges creak for dear life. You couldn't help but smirk briefly, knowing that the only other person who could have made such a grand entrance in your household, aside from your son Loz, was his dear father.

Sephiroth took a moment to calm himself before slowly closing the door, mentally adding yet another item to the growing list of house repairs. Afterward, he untangled his disheveled high ponytail, allowing his flowing silver mane to cascade down his back. Finally, he approached the bed and motioned for your pillow. You smiled, lifting your head from your pillow as you allowed him to remove it and fluff it up for you. Even when he's on his last nerve, he's still so thoughtful and sweet to you. He then joined you on the bed, his throbbing cock pressing against your eager entrance, covered by your silky panties.

You pulled your panties aside, granting him access. You two have been waiting all day to fuck, but one distraction came after another. But now, the moment was here. A low grunt escaped his lips as he slowly entered, your wet cunt stretching around his cock. He held you close, with one hand supporting your breasts and the other tenderly cradling your pregnant belly.

"Are you sure this next one is only a single?" he asked playfully.

"We must trust the midwives, my love," you retorted.

"No one can be sure of everything. I hope Angealica can handle the boys right now..."

"Of course she can. She's our firstborn, and already mastered the art of keeping the boys in check!" You couldn't see it, but you know he's got a big smile on his face. You let out a pleasurable sigh as he lazily thrusts, savoring the sensation of his thick cock being massaged by your walls.

"So, what do you think it will be?" You asked, your gaze fixed on the sunset over the fields from the bedroom window. In the distance, you could see the village that your family frequently visits. Sephiroth slightly narrowed his eyes and his hand began to slowly rub your pregnant belly. It's almost as if he was listening or communicating with something. After a short while of silence, you said his name, wondering if he heard your question or if he zoned out.

"...It will be a girl." He blurted out. You raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"Are you just saying that because you don't want more boys?"

"No. I'm certain," he said, his slit eyes darting off to the bedroom window, watching the sunset like you.

"If you say so. What name should we pick for her, then?"

"Lucrecia..."

"Hmmmm," you mumbled. The name had a nice ring to it, although it seemed oddly specific to suggest at a time like this. You want to ask him where he got it from, though you're sure that he had already endured a relentless barrage of questions from Yazoo today, so you'd leave it be for now. "I like that name... How about Lulu for a nickname? Or Lucy?" His cock twitched inside you as his normally lazy thrust had a bit more vigour to it this time. "I'll take that as a yes," you huffed out, as he quietly chuckled. The two of you relaxed in silence for a short while after that, now watching the moon overtake the skies while wild chocobos wandered through the fields. Soon, the silence was disrupted by a thought that entered your mind.

"Our tenth anniversary is coming up... It's incredible to think about how far we've come. From being SOLDIERS to building a beautiful family away from Shinra, it's truly remarkable. He would be proud." Sephiroth's vast white wing sprouted from his back, it enveloped both of you, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

"I..." his velvety voice trailed off. One of his fingers gently traced the intricate engravings on your mako-encrusted wedding band. He had crafted it for you years ago, just before the arrival of your firstborn.

"-was so scared of losing you, like how I lost my mother. That's why I wanted to give this to you as a parting gift," he whispered, his voice trembling. Your eyes grew heavy as the realization washed over you. No wonder he had seemed so mournful when Angealica's birth was approaching. Without warning, he thrusted once more, eliciting a sharp yelp from you as his cock hit your cervix. He then nuzzled into your neck and whispered a quiet apology, his tears cascading onto you. In that moment, you clasped your hands over his, affirming your unwavering support for him. It was only natural that a fear like that still lurked in his heart, but it was undeniable that he had become a better man throughout it all.

"Don't worry," you reassured. He lifted his head from your neck. "If I didn't leave you then I won't leave you now. For good luck, why don't we renew our vows? It'd be a celebration of the people we became, our rebirth. Fate did its damndest to keep us apart, but we couldn't be stopped." He stayed silent, allowing your words to sink in. A moment later, he spoke up.

"So be it," he said. You had to stop yourself from yelping in delight at his response. Despite the lingering doubt within Sephiroth, he was comforted by knowing you would help him navigate through it.

"So much to plan~! What should we get the boys to wear? I wonder if the village boutique sells maternity wedding dresses-"

"I admire your eagerness love," Sephiroth said, his voice slightly trembling. "But maybe we should save the planning for another time. It's been a long day," his words carried a hint of nervousness.

You pouted playfully, yet you also nodded in agreement. Both of you slouched, and closed your eyes, eagerly anticipating the new day that lay ahead. Your fantasy with him was finally etched in stone, and nothing could rip it apart.

I think "My Silver Lining" is a perfect song showing the growth and tenacity of Fluffy Sephy and his darling's bond. 💜

#sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth x reader #ff7 sephiroth #sephiroth #fluffy sephiroth #x reader #x reader smut #tw: pregnancy #reader smut #x female reader #fem reader #reader insert #female reader #final fantasy x reader #reader #pregnant reader #domestic headcanons #for those who have none au

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leclsrc · 1 year

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low life ✴︎ mv1

genre: 18+, pwp, this is just. nasty Smut guys, max and reader do not like each other, fem!reader who’s a sky sports reporter (not always mentioned, but the foundation of her relationship w/ max)

word count: 3k

You really don’t like Max Verstappen. What you’re doing in his hotel room is a separate issue.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because… penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool cover your tool!), dirty talk (degradation), guys… like max is mean (is that so ooc /j), crying, rough rough sex, descriptions of size lol

auds here... the very much asked for repost of the hate sex fic... sequel to come... perhaps... hoping ur **** banks are filled as u have repeatedly told me they would be if i reposted ahjsjdhhs

Your back hits the wall with a dull thud when he slams you against it, hands firm against your waist to keep you close to him.

You wince, a brief fuck you escaping your lips breathlessly before you tug him in by the collar of his shirt, pressing your mouths together. He pulls away to mumble it back, quiet and slurred—fuck you, too.

It’s not sweet or gentle; but then again, nothing about you two ever is. Your fated juxtaposition as reporter and driver have always led you both to the same place of teasing and annoying each other with taunts and remarks that rile the both of you up. There’s always someone around, though, to make sure nothing escalates: Charles, Horner, sometimes Ted, your boss.

None of them are here, and that’s precisely what allows for you both to be doing this. The kiss is so intense you’re positive it bruises, and Max’s grip on you only tightens, breaths mingling, becoming shorter as the moments pass. His fingers flex and loosen around your waist, and your hands tangle behind his neck, so you’re keeping him flush against you when you bite his lip hard.

He detaches the both of you from the wall—you’re not even sure if he locked the door—and throws you onto the bed. He does so with barely any effort and the realization sends a rush of arousal through you, makes you grow wetter under the skirt you wore today.

Max hovers above you, one knee on the bed but standing. He chews his lip and tastes a faint hint of blood. “I hate you,” you spit. You sit up a little, tugging on the hem of his shirt, your fingers dangerously close to where he needs them most.

He tugs his shirt off from the back and still your hands don’t stop lingering, fingers coiling into his belt loops. “You hate me?” He tests, and his voice is low and annoyed, the way it always is with you. You two have always been like this, cat and mouse, and neither of you ever gives in first.

You untangle your hands from his belt loops and start unfastening his belt, your gaze lidded as you watch his composure dissolve fast. “Yeah,” you continue, your voice skittish and mocking. “You’re a fucking dickhead.” You pull his belt off and travel back to the bulge in his jeans, squeezing to watch him jerk with the sensation of it.

“Right, call me a dickhead,” he says, his hand coming to ghost over yours, guiding you along his hard-on. “And keep acting like you haven’t soaked through your panties.”

You blink and find yourself quiet, without a concrete rebuttal, mind cloudy from thinking of what you’re touching. You hear him laugh from the depths of where your mind has totally disassociated, focused only on his cock, his voice, his teasing. You glare at him, watch his tongue poke into his cheek as he cocks his head to the side, like he’s asking—this is it? I win?

Rolling your eyes, your grip on his bulge grows antsy, and you buck your hips up into the air. He removes his hand, and it lands on you, tugging at the hem of your skirt. He takes time to stare at your legs in them, the short material providing a wonderful image to him. “You’re such a dick,” you muster, trying desperately to ignore how close his hand is to the apex of your thighs.

He’s hard against your fingers, thick and heavy, and you can’t help but wish you could pull it out, press it against your lips, make him cum all by yourself.

Roughly, as always, he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your skirt and yanks it off. You absently hear fabric ripping when he drops the tiny bundle of cloth on the floor beside him, his own focus zeroing onto your panties. You roll your eyes, raising your foot to kick at his hip. “Stop staring.”

Having snapped, he doesn’t miss a beat before tearing your underwear off—and this time, you’re not mistaken. You lift your ass so he can yank it off better, and let your head raise to watch Max gather spit in his mouth, letting it drop onto your pussy.

You whine. “What the fuck, Max?” The insult is half-hearted because you stutter halfway throughout, your hand removing itself from his hard-on to find leverage on the bedsheets. “Stop being so gross.”

“I’m gross?” He poses, his lisp heavy. His fingers spread his spit over your clit until you’re shivering, head drooping back down, grip on the blanket tightening. “You’re the one who came to me after the race. To ‘congratulate’ me. Like I didn’t know that was bullshit.”

He rubs faster, watches your thighs tremble.

“You’re the one in my bed, in my room, with my fingers in you,” he continues, and you’re not sure what has more of an effect on you—his words or his hand. “The one who wore such a short skirt on the paddock today, and insisted on interviewing me before the race.”

He sees right through you; he does, every time, without fail, sees your tactics and techniques to gain just a lick of his attention. He pushes a finger into you, and then another, watching them fuck in and out of you. “I wonder what your boss’d say if he knew my most outspoken critic is here fucking herself on my fingers.”

He’s rough with it, impatient, but also calculated, like he knows exactly how you feel. His fingers tug and curl in you, his thumb plays insistently with your clit, unrelenting. Everything he does is overwhelming, wrenching a cry out of you. His words, his teasing—they’ve got you so wet you’re gushing slick all over his fingers, causing an embarrassingly loud noise to vibrate through the room. “Should I tell Kravitz his favorite reporter’s slutting herself out to his least favorite driver?”

Max is bluffing and you know it, but still the way he phrases it has you clenching around him, hips canting to chase your orgasm. He slows down, prolongs the edge, because as per Max Verstappen law, he’s a fucking asshole all the time. “F—fuck you,” you stammer, mind lost. You can feel his dick growing at your hip, and you long to have it in your grip again.

“Don’t worry, schat,” he says, feigning concern. “I won’t tell a soul. You’re gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt, anyway.” His fingers speed up, thick and glistening, and you try to mentally stave off your own climax—but you’re done for. You lie flat and cover your face with both your hands, trying your best to take it, his fingers plunging in and out of you quickly.

For someone who hates you, he reads your signals too well. He sees it in the furrow of your brows, the way your moans are higher and higher in pitch, your shaky legs. He feels it, too, the clench and grip of your sopping cunt—you look so cute like this, he thinks, so pretty.

“I’m gonna cum,” goads itself out of you in a whimper. “Max—fuck—I’m gonna cum.”

You can feel it, the tension knotting. You clench around his fingers, and your hand slams and wraps over his wrist in attempt to slow him down, but to no avail. His thumb speeds up over your clit, and yes, you’re here, just on the very, very brink of it—then he pulls his soaked fingers out.

You groan out loud, and it tapers into a whine. “Asshole!” You cry, pouting. You’re flushed everywhere. “I was so close, Max.”

“I know,” he says simply. He tugs his dick out with one hand, strokes over it with the one he just fucked you with. You grow warm at the sight of it, lifting your head slightly, transfixed. “Flip over. Wanna see your cunt.”

He’s abrasive with his words, uncaring, with no filter whatsoever. You stay put, crossing your arms. You’re acutely aware you don’t have the upper hand, but stand your ground. “I was going to cum, like, right then.”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Max says, swatting your bare thigh. “Get on your knees, face down.”

You yelp at the slap, and then the one that comes next, pausing to decide your next actions. Begrudgingly, you refuse to make eye contact as you heave yourself off the bed, peeling your sweater off and flipping over fully, drawing your knees in. Having worn nothing underneath the thick top you wore, you’re totally exposed now, a realization that makes you shudder.

Faintly, you hear rustling behind you, and you assume maybe he’s shoving his jeans down. You have barely any time to call his attention before a big hand lands on your ass, and you whine out loud at the pain and surprise of it. You can hear him stroking over his dick, messy and fast, the way he always is.

“Spread your ass,” he grunts. You know better than to let him ask you twice, and while you normally would, to push his buttons, you’re in the interest of gaining an orgasm before the night ends.

Burning with embarrassment, you reach over, smushing your face into the bed and spreading yourself apart, showing him everything: your puffy, glistening cunt, a rivulet of slick dripping onto his bed. Behind you, Max strokes over his cock faster, grunting a cacophony of Dutch profanity. He can almost feel your pussy wrapped around him, and reaches over with his free hand to run fingers over your cunt, to feel it flutterin from his touch alone. His.

It plays back as a fond memory—the times you would test him on camera, ask him about dubious moments during a race with a tone sharper than any other reporter’s. The times you held a sort of confidence over him. He’ll admit, you were right most times—but now, here you are, spread out for him like a slut.

It’s funny, almost. He finishes jerking himself off and guides the tip of his cock to your waiting pussy, dragging it through the slick. He’s waited this long, and God knows he deserves this, this godly feeling of having you around him.

“Fuck you, asshole,” you mutter, because of course you always need to get the last word in.

He hums, letting his dick slide in between your folds. He feels you shudder, and it pleases him. “That’s what I plan to do,” he says, jerking his hips forward and finally sinking into you for the first time. It’s even better than he predicted, warm and tight, and still fluttering around him like a vice.

He grinds into you, deep strokes, and your grip is sliding with how good he hits you. He can feel your slick collecting around his dick, but he can hear it even better, a squelch that turns him on as much as it totally humiliates you. He’s not sweet, he never is. He’s raw, desperate, rough when he fucks into you, bruising you in and out, knocking the temptation to fire a taunt at him out of you in a single thrust.

“I—I hate you,” you moan out, and you should anticipate the spank that comes, but still it jolts a yelp out of you. “I fucking hate you.”

He retaliates by fucking you harder, which you were almost certain was impossible at this point, but he’s drunk on the feeling, on watching your ass bounce every time his hips meet you. He’s thick, and big, and it feels like he’s splitting you open, making you take it, without mercy.

He yanks a fistful of your hair and pulls you up, flush against his back. Your hands slip from where they’d been spreading you open and you can’t find purchase fast enough with how hard he fucks you. The angle sends his dick even deeper into you, your eyes rolling back, chest flushed, drool escaping the corner of your lip. “Still hate me?” He asks into your ear, a hand coming to pinch at your clit. Your body curls it on itself but he doesn’t let it, holds you in place, makes you stand his endless teasing.

You’re silent save for the panting and whimpering that escapes you, and Max slows his pace to a drag, so you can feel it better. It’s still not enough, you find, and you tilt your hips back to try and encourage him to go faster again. “Answer me.”

“I can’t,” you try, and you hopelessly realize your mind’s so muddled you don’t even remember the question he’s referring to. “I can’t, just fuck me.”

He laughs, because he’s Max, and he pounds hard, once, before slowing down again. “Beg for it.”

It’s an embarrassing proposition, and you pause, letting his statement sizzle into the thick, tense air. “I’m not begging for shit,” you say defensively.

“Hmm?” He stops moving and lets go of your hair—the sudden loss of grip has you tumbling forward, flopping onto the bed unceremoniously. You try to grind backwards, to feel his cock sink into you further, but he holds your hips still and you whine.

“Max,” you say, on the edge of desperation.

“I said beg,” he repeats, nonchalant. You shake your head, petulant, and he tugs you back up. Every time you change positions—pressed against him, then bent over for him—you’re hit with a new dizzy whiplash of having his dick pressed against a different spot, and you seize, feeling a throb of pleasure ripple through you.

He thrusts once, then stops, and you shake your head again. “P—” you try, pausing, the humiliation welling up in you, warmth spreading all over your body. “Please, Max.”

“Please what?” He thrusts again, and again this time, building a drawn-out pace. You grind back against him, and thank God he lets you.

“Please—” you whimper, “Max, please, I need you to fuck me.”

It’s his greenlight, fucking you hard all over again, yanking even harder at your hair so he can take a good look at your fucked out face, eyes rolled over, tongue lolling out. Your lids flutter every time he hits that spot inside you, legs spasming. “This is what you wanted, hmm?” Fuck, his dick’s literally tearing you in half. “My dick in this cunt?”

His vulgar words go straight to your core, slick coating his cock again and again. Stupidly, you nod, slipping a hand between your legs to play with your clit. Absently, you hear him ordering you to open your mouth. Already slack-jawed, you lean back, open it a bit more.

He drops spit into your mouth, thrusts hard and tells you to swallow—you follow immediately, drunk on the feeling of his dick pounding you, splitting you in half. Any other time, you would call this gross, but you find yourself growing wetter. “Always calling me an asshole,” he sneers, “a dickhead, a cheeky motherfucker. Just anything. You’re so mean to me, schatz. But now…”

“It’s so good,” you moan, lost in the sensation. “Want it so bad.” Whatever shreds of dignity you have left are flying out the window. You’re barely coherent.

“Now you’re wrapped around me like a good slut.” He drops your hair and presses your cheek against the sheets, forcing a cry out of you. “Tell me—what’d you call me last week, after the race in Sao Paulo?”

You can’t forget. He pulled an asshole move there, and you weren’t afraid to air out your grievances. But here? Why would you need to clarify your muddled brain to tell him that? You shut your eyes. “I—I called you a,” you attempt, “a dirty driver.”

“Yeah, you did. You like taking cock in my bed then? After calling me dirty?” He tugs you up, and you follow, boneless almost, then he drops you down anyway. You’re dizzy with pleasure. “Answer me.”

“Y—yes,” you stutter. “So much.”

“I know you do,” he pants. “‘Cause you get dumb when you have a cock stuffed in you, huh?” His words are too much, all at once, building up inside you until you’re clenching around him, cumming totally untouched. He just laughs at how you look—absolutely wrecked, debauched, sweaty and still writhing around his dick.

He thrusts, at a bruising pace that doesn’t let you recover from your orgasm. “There you go,” he digs mockingly, “cumming all over me.” He looks down at where your cunt, puffy and slick, is spread around his dick, and lets another glob of spit land on it. He rubs his thumb over it, then brings it higher, over your ass. “Maybe next time I’ll get to fuck this one, huh?”

“Max,” you beg, but he’s uncaring of how sensitive you are.

He reaches over to rub your clit, his pace quickening until your moans are involuntary and being forced out of you at a staccato rhythm, thin ah ahs that has Max keeping himself from cumming. Jesus, you’re still wet, so perfect around him, the perfect little cocksleeve.

“You’ve been so good, schatz,” he heaves, “apologizing for being so mean, letting me use this cunt. ‘M gonna cum, and you’re gonna take that, too. Yeah?”

You nod, mindlessly, listening to him breathe hard, feeling him lean forward and press his forehead to your shoulder, shuddering, dick twitching—and then he’s unloading inside you. The sheer sensation of it is euphoric and jerks another climax out of you, both of you convulsing around each other.

Wordlessly, you unbend, to press your back against his chest like earlier, and you reach your arm behind you to hug his head close to yours. He thrusts again, and you can feel his cum dribbling out of you, warm and sticky.

“Fuck you,” you pant, “this is so gross.”

But your grip doesn’t let up, and you let Max press a sloppy kiss to your neck, his facial hair ticklish against the thin skin. You both pause for a minute, breaths loud and brief. His lips linger against your skin, another kiss pressed into it, a way for him to channel the immense pleasure he feels.

“I always knew the mean Sky Sports reporter would be a good fuck,” he says into your neck. You elbow him, skin slippery, and let out a fuck you again. He’s silent, then.

“...Round two?”

#f1 #max verstappen #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen drabble #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x reader #f1 x reader #max verstappen fluff

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baratiddyappreciator · 4 months

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I was so upset that your NSFW cuddling scenarios got flagged 😭

But I have to ask, what would spicy cuddling with musashi, spec, and Doyle be like?

you’ve reawoken my old man thirst

omg wait it did?! SKskks I didn't even notice- But yes, if the beloved moot asks, they shall receive! Spec was the hardest to write for by far because I couldn't figure out if this man would actually cuddle but fuck it we ball(s deep in this bitch someone please throw me a rope to climb out it's wet in here) Kids: get bent lmfao

Musashi: His stare was intense enough to make you feel naked normally, but now that you were actually naked, his eyes locking on yours in the mirror only made you feel hot, his hips meeting yours from behind, slow and methodical, but not gentle. No, anything but gentle as he grabbed your throat, leaving you to make choked noises as his hips met yours over and over again in a slow, powerful grind that had your eyes rolling back into your skull with little to no effort on his part. Mean? Oh absolutely, he was so cruel, driving you insane by moving so slowly, and god you regretted asking him to cuddle you within view of a mirror, because you really should have known that he was going to make you watch him watching you taking him. And you could see him perfectly, each forward thrust of his hips making his shaft disappear deep within you, before it would be slowly dragged out only to slam back into you with dizzying force. Trying to turn your head to the side to nuzzle into the blankets only had him snatching your face to turn you to face the mirror again.

"Don't look away, I want to watch you come undone."

Spec: He didn't really cuddle, no, he was too tough for that. But him lounging around the place only to have you plop down on top of him to join him? Yeah, that was about as close as you'd get. Though if you were hoping for a peaceful nap with him, then you were sorely mistaken, since most of the time you did this there was a 50/50 split that he would wind up fucking you right then and there, and this was a gamble you'd lost (or won) as he bounced you up and down on his thick shaft, smugly chuckling as you were winded time and time again as his thick head kissed your insides, making room for itself so he could nestle deep inside of you. It was like he was trying to stab you to death with his dick, but instead of killing you, all he manged to do was succeeding in having you shaking and crying on top of him as an orgasm was forced out of you, one so powerful almost all your upper body strength vanished, leaving you slumped against his chest as he kept fucking you through it, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead with a breathy chuckle.

"That's right darlin', just like the perfect fuck toy fer me."

Doyle: It had been perfectly peaceful until you'd moved your hips an inch. A singular inch, not even, and he'd pounced on you. No more peace and quiet for you, the couch repeatedly slamming into your wall (god your neighbours would hate you if they didn't already) to the rhythm of Doyle's harsh thrusts. Fast but deep, there was no mercy as he left your head spinning from the pleasure and slight sting that it brought along, his hand sealed around your throat teasingly as he loomed over you smugly. He didn't need to say anything to get his point across, he knew how turned on you already were from him using you like a pliant and obedient doll, and honestly, for him? That's what you would be. Each snap of his hips was driving you closer and closer to your climax, and almost like he could taste it, he grinned, licking his teeth, and leaned over you, staring right into your eyes.

"So needy, you're behaving so well for me. Let's see if you can keep it up for just a bit longer, hm?"

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #grappler baki #baki dou #baki rahen #baki headcanons #baki musashi #miyamoto musashi baki #spec #spec baki #hector doyle #doyle baki #x reader #x oc #reader insert

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onemillionvolts · 2 years

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diluc + wall sex

18+. MDNI. can you tell i'm compensating for how long i went without writing? oh well i hope you enjoy regardless. diluc is such an ultra hottie

warnings: fem!reader, wall sex, size kink, praise, clothed sex, creampie

diluc towers over you; he's tall, toned, and intimidating to most. not you, however—instead of being intimidated by diluc, you find a certain warm comfort in him, in knowing that there's no lengths he wouldn't go to in order to keep you safe.

but you'd be a liar if you said that was all you felt when you look at him...

because diluc ragnvindr is fucking hot. so hot that you're already weak at the knees from him pinning you against the wall, those gorgeous cherry visionaries peering into your own eyes, sending shivers down your spine.

the two of you have places to be, but neither of you care. neither of you care about the event being hosted right outside of the storage closet.

he combs a few strands of his vibrant red hair out of his face, before his hands track down from the wall, taking you by the hips and lifting you up with complete ease. his hands cradle around your ass to hold you up against the wall, craning his neck forward to slam his lips on yours.

soon enough, the force of diluc's hips replaces his hands holding you up, the outline of his cock pushing against your core to pin you to the flat surface as his tongue dances inside your mouth, his hands moving to hold yours against the wall.

never one to forego taking what's his, the redhead's hands are on the move again, gliding up your skirt and pulling your panties down just enough, before tugging his slacks and underwear down to his lower thighs, freeing his aching cock.

his arms hook under your legs, pushing them further against you as he teases the tip of his cock against your glistening cunt, glint of desire burning in his picturesque eyes.

you grip onto his shoulders as he sheaths his thick cock into you, bottoming out in one single thrust. tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you slowly adjust to his length, comforted by diluc's sweet hums and sighs of satisfaction, along with his soft coos of 'good girl.'

you give him a soft nod to indicate that you're ready, and he eases into it. his hips move back and forth, back and forth, at an adaptable pace, pleasured sounds escaping the both of you as he thrusts.

they soon pick up in pace, though, and he's fucking you against the wall in the most erotic way possible, his thick cock bullying its way into your cunt with no mercy.

"you're such a good girl," diluc grumbles into your ear as he rams into you, "your sweet little pussy takes my cock perfectly, you're doing so well."

his sensual, encouraging words cause you to grow even wetter around his length, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he thrusts into you so perfectly, cock stretching your walls so deliciously with each stroke.

he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow, feeding off of your sounds as his hips slam against the back of your thighs, his hands steadying your hips as his cock sinks deep into you.

"master diluc, gonna...'m gonna.." you helplessly babble out, hands still having a tight grip on his shoulders.

"i am too.." he retorts, eyes never once leaving your fucked-out face as the two of you get closer to your orgasms. yours comes suddenly, hits you like a ton of bricks as you cum around his cock, walls of your cunt wrapping around his length.

diluc lets out a breathy groan of your name as he cums deep inside you, continuing to thrust as he rides out his orgasm, pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside your depths.

both of you spend a few moments there, looking into each other's eyes. he pulls out once his cock softens, pulling your underwear back up to prevent his cum from leaking out of you, before tugging his own pants up.

"you're divine, y/n.. now, let us return to the festivities, yes?"

#gi smut #genshin smut #genshin thirsts #genshin impact thirsts #genshin impact smut #diluc smut #diluc thirst #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr smut #diluc x reader smut #diluc ragnvindr x reader #✶ neon.writing ✶

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sameheart-sameblood · 2 years

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For the Good of the Realm

pairing: prince aemond x f!reader

summary: aemond reassures you of his love after you find out about his betrothal

words: 3.3k

warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, piv, fingering, angst, swearing, aemond probably being way more soft than is canon but hey im depressed let me do what i want

a/n: i've had zero motivation to write the last month but thankfully this little war criminal came along and lit a fire under me. ugh i just wanna hold his hand and maybe take him to therapy lol. also i'm being a bit revisionist and making it so he didn't kill a little kid right before the events of this fic.........

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Word of the betrothal spreads through the Red Keep slowly at first, then accelerates like green wildfire. Soon enough, the news seeps out of the walls of the castle and is whispered from ear to ear all throughout Westeros. You wouldn’t be surprised if the Free Cities on the distant shores of the Narrow Sea had heard it before you. Of course, in actuality you had learned of it well before most people but you should have been the first. You were owed that much.

The narrow staircase proves difficult to dart up. You lose your footing several times but ignore the scrapes and bruises that surely will need attending to. None of that matters now as you try desperately to get away from the one person you thought you could trust. Tears blur your sight, not helping your ascent. Slipping once more, you hike your skirt up and make a mad dash for the top of the steps, all the while the memories of your time in King’s Landing swirling through your head.

You had been fifteen years old when father had received a royal summons. He and your mother had gawped at the thick stationary signed with King Viserys’ emblem that fell at their feet, spirited to you by one of the Red Keep’s impressive ravens. The letter, it turned out, was not summons for one of your brothers to join court but for you instead.

Your house was small but proud, having served the Targaryens loyally through bloody wars and blessed peace. While no Baratheons or Lannisters, your family had proved faithful and the king felt that should be rewarded. It had been agreed that you would serve as a lady-in-waiting to the Princess Helaena, who was also around your age.

While an unexpected request, there was no question if you would go. Such an invitation was a great honor and as the daughter of an uncelebrated house, it was the best case scenario for you. If you stayed at your family’s lands there was little chance of marrying outside of your circle. However, with you being sent to court, you knew the silent hope on everyone’s mind was that you might catch the eye of some higher born lord. Over a decade had passed and indeed you had attracted the attention of someone of a much higher station than yours. Much too high for the likes of you.

He’s not far behind you, his pleads for you to stop and listen to him echoing off the stony steps. You daren’t turn and face him, knowing one glimpse of his face will only weaken your resolve. Nothing he can say will change things anyway. He’s engaged to a lady of proper status that would well suit a prince. Though it breaks your heart, you know there’s nothing to be done. You’ll pack your things and return home, tail between your legs. The thought of the disappointment from your family washes over you but you put your head down and trudge onwards. What is their disappointment when compared with your forever hardened heart.

Reaching the top of the stairs you run to your room, slamming the door behind you. Frantically, you pull out a traveling chest and begin stuffing all of your belongings into it. It’s haphazard and your mother will scold you to no end when she sees the state of your clothes but you just need to be on your way. The sooner you leave King’s Landing, the sooner you can purge yourself of all the memories that hold you there.

Hurried footsteps approach your door and you’re not surprised when it opens without so much as a knock. Aemond stands there for a moment, catching his breath. You pay him little mind, continuing your packing. His eyebrows knit together with worry when he realizes what you’re doing.

“Where are you going?” he asks tightly.

Letting out a pained laugh you answer. “It seems as if I’m no longer of use here. Do not worry, my prince. Soon you shall be rid of me.”

Aemond looks as if you had just started speaking Dothraki to him. “What do you mean ‘your use here’?”

Your anger overtakes you and you throw down the dress you were carelessly folding. “I mean I was nothing more than a pawn. I was a convenient way for you to learn the ways of women and how to please them. Now that you’ve had your fun with me and gleaned all you can you’re free to move on to a proper lady.”

Aemond looks at you with such heartbroken confusion that you bow your head, lest he see the tears brimming in your eyes. You push past the urge to comfort him. It is you who deserve comforting, you remind yourself.

“I have no desire to marry that Baratheon girl. When I went to speak with Lord Borros at Storm’s End yesterday the only term he would accept for pledging to House Targaryen was a marriage to unite the families. We’re already losing if we don’t have him on our side,” he says.

“That means you had a whole day to tell me. I had to hear it from your brother. He was more than happy to let me know.” You scowl, remembering the almost skip in Aegon’s step as he had whispered the news to you during dinner.

Your prince curses darkly under his breath. “Of course it was Aegon. That prick.”

Nodding you sit at your vanity and begin organizing your small collection of jewelry and trinkets. Aemond swallows down his anger at Aegon and kneels by your side. You refuse to look at him. He doesn’t touch you, worried that might spook you.

“I spent all of yesterday trying to think of a way out of it. I went to the small council, my grandfather the Hand, even my mother…” he stalls, not finishing the thought. It’s evident what he doesn’t have the courage to say.

Instead, you finish for him. “…but they told you that in order to ensure a Targaryen victory they need an alliance with Storm’s End. Which means you have no choice but to marry Lady Ellyn. For the good of the realm.”

“For the good of the realm,” Aemond parrots back bitterly.

There’s nothing to be done. Rationally, you know that. He is a prince with a duty to his kingdom. You were lucky to have him to yourself for as long as you did. In your heart, though, you know you will never love like this for a long time. Maybe never again for if this is what true heartbreak feels like then you would rather die than repeat it again.

The last piece of jewelry you find is a brilliant, blue sapphire necklace that Aemond had gifted you three namedays ago. “As blue as the Sea of Dorne,” he’d murmured to you as you had admired it. The Aemond who had gifted it to you then had fewer worries and bigger promises. You had laughed that it was indeed beautiful but you would have to take his word for it, you’d never seen the Sea of Dorne. At that, your prince had grabbed you by the hand and spirited you away on Vhagar, determined to show it to you right away. The ride on the dragon had not been exceptionally long, but once the deep blue waters came into view, it felt like you and Aemond had entered a world all your own.

Back in your chambers, though, reality has caught up with the both of you. Aemond watches you study the necklace, then rests his head against your arm. “Tell me that you want to run away with me and we’ll go right now, like we did all those years ago.”

You caress his hair for a moment, reveling in the realization that you could run away. With Vhagar to take you, no one would be able to follow. And if they did, Aemond and his dragon would make them understand that the two of you were free to do as you pleased. Real life once again makes your dreams crash down around you. Gently, you extricate yourself from Aemond’s embrace and put the last of your jewelry into the trunk.

He watches you as you close the lock with a resounding and final clunk. You turn to him, trying to look strong. “I would not ask that of you, my prince. I would not separate you from your family and leave them to despair and failure. They need your strength. We must accept that.”

For a moment, you think you’ve convinced him that you should do the responsible thing. But you should know better than anyone that Aemond never accepts defeat. His once soft and broken expression morphs into one of impassioned determination. He rises, striding to you before you realize what’s happening. Standing before you, he seems a giant, intimidating and alluring all at once.

“Tell me you no longer want me and I’ll marry that Baratheon bitch,” he says steadily.

You know you can’t. “Aemond…”

He continues, emboldened by your clear devotion to him still. “Tell me you no longer need me and I’ll walk out of here right now.”

Tears begin to course down your cheeks as you try to find the words. It’s useless, though, and Aemond knows it. He lowers his voice to a hushed, honeyed whisper.

“Tell me you no longer love me and you need never see my face again.”

Any resolve remaining in you dissipates and you close the gap between you, whispering his name pitifully before you bring your lips to his. At first it’s sweet and tentative, two lovers reminding each other of their affection. But at your first whimper, Aemond deepens the kiss, holding you close to him, your bodies molding together.

In an instant, he’s ripping you out of your dress. Aemond doesn’t wait for it to completely fall off, satisfied with your bodice no longer in the way of what he wants. He turns you around so suddenly, you gasp, trying not to lose your footing. You needn’t worry though, he catches you, pressing your back to his chest. Even through the skirt that still clings to your body and the leather of his pants, you can feel him hard as dragonscale.

The both of you revel in the feeling for a minute, you pushing back into him and Aemond kneading your hips comfortingly. The spell is broken by another of your pitiful moans as you seek more friction. Aemond chuckles, “Impatient as ever, my love.”

Knowing exactly what you want after years of exploring your body, Aemond brings his hands up to cup your breasts. Your head lolls back onto his shoulders as he massages them gently. His hands are calloused from years of sword fighting and it makes you shiver. Without even seeing him, you just know he’s smirking. Aemond removes one of his hands, squeezing your nipple before he abandons it. The sound of more tearing fabric reaches your ears as he pulls off your skirt.

You whine until you feel him slide his hand along your belly, giving you goose bumps. His hand cups your cunt, pulling you back into him again, his other hand still working at your breast. Aemond slips a finger through your folds, chuckling at how worked up you are. He takes pity on you and begins rubbing languid circles on your clit as he kisses softly down your neck. It’s definitely sacrilege to think but you’re sure this must surpass any of the seven heavens the septons preach about.

There’s one thing that could make this heaven even better. You put your hands on Aemond’s to signal him to stop and he turns you around, worry in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” His breathing is heavy and you smirk when you realize he’s just as excited as you are. You lay a hand on his cheek and he smiles, closing his eyes as he leans into it.

“I want to feel you, my dragon.”

Aemond begins to undress himself. “Please,” you whisper, “let me do it.” His breathing quickens even more as he nods. Fingers trembling, you undo the buckles of his shirt. Usually, time together is limited and Aemond would do this task himself to speed things along. Instinctively, he reaches to help you but you playfully shoo his hands away. He watches you with a fond smile as you get the hang of it. Buckles undone, you shimmy the shirt off of him and toss it aside. His chest bare, you can’t help running your hands over it, mapping the expanse of the scars that run across it. Aemond shudders and groans. You could do this all day but he’s getting restless. “Please, my love.”

Chuckling, you begin undoing his trousers. “Who’s the impatient one now?”

You bend down to help him step out of them. Once free of all of his clothes, he tries to get you to stand but you stare up at him with a smirk. He’s right there, hard and ready begging to be touched. Your hand closes around his cock and he moans. You mean to take him in your mouth but Aemond has other plans. “Not now. I’ve other plans for you tonight.”

He pulls you up and you yelp in surprise. “Aemond, wait.”

Tonight, you want him truly naked. “I want to see all of you, Aemond.” He knows exactly what you mean and after a moment, he nods. You reach up carefully and undo the patch that covers his missing eye. You’re greeted with a dazzling sapphire that matches the necklace he gifted you. If Aemond had his way, he wouldn’t wear the covering at all but he knows that without it the people of court deem him more of a monster than they already do. Part of him is still a scared little boy who wonders if maybe they’re right.

You hold his face as you reach up on tiptoes to tenderly kiss the scar across his eye that constantly reminds him of the loss. In return, Aemond kisses you hard and lustily. He pushes you back on the bed and you giggle as you bounce slightly. As you look up at him, he undoes the clasp holding his hair back and lets his silvery gold locks fall freely around his face.

Now he’s ready to take you.

Aemond lowers himself on the bed and crawls towards you. Intuitively, you open your legs for him and he rests between them, like a panther assessing his prey. He stares down at you, caressing your cheek. You’re sure you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. You don’t have long to admire him though as he’s set in motion. Aemond kisses you fiercely, then grabs one of your knees, bending it up towards your chest to give him better access to your cunt. He presses a finger into you, stretching you as you whimper.

As he works you open, he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks lazily. When your whimpers turn to moans, he adds a second finger. He curls them inside you, searching for the place that makes you see stars. It doesn’t take him long to find it. It never does. Aemond sits back up to focus on his task. As he presses on the spot, you prop yourself on your elbows and watch him at his work. He feels your gaze and stares right back at you, grinning. Your mouth falls open as he presses harder and faster. The noises you’re making are animalistic and it’s a wonder you haven’t woken up the whole castle.

Aemond brings his lips to your clit and sucks as he presses more insistently. The pleasure crashes over you and you come suddenly, wailing as you fall back down into the pillows. Normally, your lover would give you a moment to recover but deep down both of you know this might be your last night together. A second after your undoing, Aemond’s crawling over you and pressing his cock to your entrance. You grab his ass, trying to push him inside of you faster. He takes the hint and slips inside, both of you moaning in unison.

The prince pauses for a moment, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling of being enveloped in you. You let him stay there a moment then tease him by squeezing your walls around his cock, bringing him back to the present. The smirk is wiped off your face and replaced with a satisfied sigh as he pushes into you over and over again. The overstimulation gives way to pleasure again and you know you won’t last much longer. But you want to hold out and wait for Aemond to finish with you.

Aemond’s lips come to yours as he continues to rut into you. Wrapping your legs around him, he speeds up and buries his face in your neck. You cradle him against you as you let the bliss you’re feeling push away all the thoughts of what’s to come tomorrow. Your prince hits a particularly sensitive spot in you and your nails scratch down his back as you come once more. Aemond follows after you shortly, groaning as he finishes inside of you.

You lay there for a moment, both of you sweaty and satisfied. Aemond moans happily as you run your fingers through his soft hair. After a few minutes, he rolls off you and pulls you into his chest. Thoughts of what you’ve been avoiding creep back into your mind and based on how quiet Aemond is, you know he’s thinking it too. You’ll be damned though if you’re the first one to break the reverie you’re in.

Aemond breaks the silence for you. “I want to marry you”

You gaze up at him and smile sadly. “I want the same. Though I don’t think the gods will allow it, my prince.”

“Gods be damned. Let me take you away from here. We can marry before my mother even knows we’re gone. She’ll have no choice but accept once she sees the truth of it.”

You think back on your history lesson from Maester Gerardys. “We’ll be like King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne?” It’s a folly and you say it as such but Aemond is invigorated by the thought.

“They married against the wishes of their mother. Why shouldn’t I? Everyone thought their union would throw the realm into chaos but it didn’t. Ours would be just as blessed.”

It pains you to be the one to bring the dream to an end but the kingdom hangs in the balance. “But what of Borros Baratheon?”

Aemond sneers, “That illiterate bastard can find another to marry his daughter. If he breaks his oath and runs back to Rhaenyra then Vhagar and I shall pay him a visit he shan’t soon forget.”

You want to argue more, beg Aemond to see reason. But the hour grows late and your body craves sleep. You snuggle up to him and close your eyes. Aemond takes your silence for an agreement.

“We’ll fly away tomorrow. Wherever we land we’ll find a septon to wed us.”

You hum a sleepy “Of course, Aemond.”

The prince looks down at you and smiles sadly. He’s not stupid. You’re only placating him but doesn’t matter. His plan is a dream but it’s something to hold on to until tomorrow brings about the stark reality of your situation.

But those are troubles that sleep will wave away. Aemond blows out the candle and brings the blanket up to cover your shoulders. Soon sleep descends on him and his eyes get heavy. Before he’s completely overtaken he murmurs to you in High Valyrian.

“Avy jorrāelan”

He doesn’t expect a response but breaks into a sluggish grin as you whisper back.

“I love you too, Aemond.”

******

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Fuck You, Billy.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Over the past few months, you've almost be shredded by an unknown slime dog, and your life has been at risk more times than you can count, so as you settle down into your last year of highschool, all you want is some normality in your life. You kissed normality goodbye when you threw a drink at Billy's face at a highschool party you're not even sure why he was at considering he's graduated, but now you've got him intrigued. You refuse to even picture yourself with him, even after he sneaks back into Hawkins High to make you enter a false relationship with him. You won't give in. You can't give in. You're hoping you can stop yourself from giving in...

Time Frame: between season 2 and 3 / September 1984 (Billy hasn't gotten his Lifeguard job yet)

Warnings: t/w rough handling (this is Billy we are talking about)

Word Count: 3.7k

First Person POV

PART 2

a/n: personally I think a lot of people write Billy to kindly when he genuinely is very inconsiderate and selfish for most of his time on the show so I'm here to give that side of him some good rep. Let's gooooooooo!

Why did the air feel so thick? I struggled to keep a consistent breath pattern as I walked down the halls of Hawkins High.

I noticed the plethora of eyes raining down on me, which I was prepared for after the events of yesterday. I just never expected it to feel so suffocating.

I sped up my pace, keeping my head down. I was apart of the yearbook committee for crying out loud. I'm not a cheerleader or one of the freaks of that Hellfire Club, so no one, on normal day, ever wastes their time looking my way.

Except, Billy Hargrove apparently.

Honestly, fuck Billy fucking Hargrove. Yeah, I said it. Fuck Billy mother fuc-

I crashed.

My thoughts stopped and I looked up from the floor from the binder that just dropped and exploded to see the face of the prementioned Billy Hargrove. Didn't he graduate with Steve? Why is he here?

"You know y/n," he said grabbing my wrist, to stop it from going to pick up paper on the floor, "I won't just disappear if you pretend I don't exist."

Even if I wanted to reply, Billy had other plans. He began ushering me away, pulling me by the wrist.

"Billy stop", I said tugging at my wrist. His grip only got tighter, like his hand was a snake and any minute now I was going to be eaten whole. "Billy you're hurting me!"

Next thing I knew I was being dragged to the back of the school's theater where we would be left completely alone.

It was dark and I could barely see and after basically bruising my wrist he finally let go.

"Okay, you got me alone and in the dark. What's next? You gonna slice my throat and throw me out back?"

"y'/n", it only took him saying my name for me to shut it, but even though it was dark I could still see him perfectly. I could see him smirk, when I instinctively jumped when he said my name. "How is that everyone in this school loves me, and even if they don't, they at least don't have the balls to show their disrespect," he took a step towards me, looking straight into my eyes.

"Probably becau-", he shushed me.

"But, you sweetheart, seem to have the fucking biggest balls of anyone," he took another step towards me, so I took one back. I kept taking a step back as he stepped forward till I bumped my foot on the wall behind me. I have no where to go. "Do you think it was funny?", he whispered taking the final steps to almost close the gap between us.

"No I don't think it was funny." he was directly in my face now and it took everything in me to not raise my hands to cover the blush on my face. "I just think you deserved it," I said with a smile.

He slammed his hand on the wall behind me, pinning me into close quarters with him. "Do I scare you?", he said taking his fingers to my chin to force my head to look up at him.

"Do I scare you?", I replied back with. I could hear his breath skip a cycle when I said that, but it didn't stop him from grasping tighter on my chin and looking directly into my eyes.

"You have balls, y/n. I can really respect that. All I ask from you is some sort of apology."

"What about from you, you're the one who wanted in my pants at that party."

"Right," he said with a laugh under his breath. He moved his leg into between mine, his knee just under my crotch. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I won't deny that Billy is very attractive. I'd call him pretty if I was sure it wouldn't boost his ego. If it wasn't the way Billy went at things, if Billy wasn't the way he was. I wouldn't be able to resist it when he asks me if I want to go back to his place like he did at the party.

"Then why are you shivering?", he continued. He finally let go of my face, letting it go back to its resting position of looking at the floor. "So about that apology, I think I know what you can do for me." he clapped his hands and smiled when I looked at him in distraught. "Oh don't worry I'd never have you do anything you didn't consent too"

"Then what is it," I scoffed, "What do you want from me?"

"To give me a chance.", he replied snappily.

"A chance. . .for what?"

"Don't act like as if you don't know. I want you to give me a chance to please you," he paused to laugh, "It's not all about hair and bitchin' rides in this head of mine babe."

"That would require me to actually like you Billy, and considering I feel nauseous from just being alone with you right now, I don't think that'll work.", he sat down on a box behind him and ushered me to come over. I hesitated, but the last thing I need is for him to force me over again and leave worse bruises on my wrist. so I walked over standing just before his knees.

"Guess you'll just have to drink some more water to cool off that stomach, cause I want you to pretend being my girlfriend."

My heart sank. What?

Billy, the guy who doesn't ask anyone for anything. The guy who is basically a walking chick magnet and with what I imagine has raging commitment issues, is asking me to pretend to be his girlfriend? The fact that he is even asking a woman for anything romantic when he could easily get it from anyone else and could easily have a real relationship with anyone else, baffles me.

"Why me?"

"Like I said, you have balls.", he said with a smile.

"Ok other than having balls, why me? You literally could have anyone here, and you choose to force this on me."

"I certainly didn't force you to throw that rum in my face."

"You're avoiding the question," I said folding my arms into my chest.

Unlike before, he gently pulled me to stand between his legs, forcing me to uncross my arms. He placed both hands on my arms, one on each, and looked at me with a smile.

"No one here other than you would dare to throw anything in my face, even if they wanted to.", he laughed to himself, "You intrigue me, y/n."

"What if I refuse to play the role of your girlfriend?"

He whispered, "What would everyone think about you then if I told them what we were doing all the things they already think we're doing in here. It's not like anyone would believe you if you deny it. Especially when I could hold out these." He held up a pair of lacy purple underwear.

I went to reply but I couldn't find the words, he really had me trapped. I could ignore the allegation, but I'd probably get kicked out of the yearbook committee due to the allegations. I'd have everyone hate me, cause oh god how dare I touch the King of Hawkins. "I can't let you off without getting an apology," he whispered.

"I don't want to have sex with you,", I quickly added, "I also don't want this to be the entirety of my senior year."

"I don't think your in the position to be making demands," he said, "but I respect you. I'm a free open book now, but I know you're still in school and all so how about until the end of your first semester, and the next one can be all yours."

"No sex though right?"

"If you can resist me."

"Whatever, Billy," I began to walk away but he grabbed at my waist and spun me around till there was only half an inch between us.

"Close the gap," he whispered.

"Billy, wh-", he grabbed my wrist from before, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Close the gap, y/n. We won't be finished here if you don't seal our deal."

He had the worst devilish grin, and I had to stop myself from spitting in his face by his demands. I sighed, leaning in to give him a quick peck. Our lips met for a second before I pulled away, but his hand reached up to my hair, making me crash back into his embrace.

This is the Billy I know, the one who takes what he wants. I don't know how I could ever see him anything other than a narcissistic head of Farrah Fawcet spray, but when his lips met mine and he held me close my head went blank for a moment and all I could think about is how good it felt.

After a couple minutes of our aggressive kissing, he was of course the one to decide when enough was enough, biting my bottom lip one last time before separating himself from him. I stepped away, refusing to look at him in the eyes.

"Me and you. Date. Tomorrow after school. Don't make me wait for you," he wiped his lip with his thumb while giving me a smile. I turned to leave, but before I could completely leave him by himself I said from a distance, "You better hope all my stuff isn't in the trash by now, or your in deep shit," I paused, "and fuck you, Billy."

With that I felt like I sprinted out of the auditorium, cause when I got back out into the hall I made my way to go retrieve my previously dropped stuff, and I noticed how I felt breathless.

For the rest of the day, all I could think about is how the hell my life went from battling the upside down to being coerced by Billy Hargrove into being his pretend girlfriend. I couldn't stand him, he interrupts me when I'm speaking and he refuses no or an answer. He really is just the worst. It's hard for me to concentrate on all his bad qualities when I get reminded of that harsh, long kiss he stole from me.

With Billy already being out of high school, I hoped the news of us wouldn't get out so quickly as he won't be here everyday to start telling everyone he knows. I sighed, feeling some relief when I entered the room where the yearbook club occupies. Then I saw Billy standing right there in front of the door with my club president.

"There she is," he said after spotting me. "I was just explaining to our friend here what happened yesterday at that party," he smiled at me and back to her.

"I thought you were crazy at first y/n, but Billy told me everything. I'm surprised you guys have been able to keep it a secret for so long."

I blanked, oh so even when he's not in school he's still able to spread it out quickly about us dating . "Uh- yeah I just was really upset about it yesterday." I paused not even looking at her anymore, only staring at Billy's smug smile. "I think you should get going now though Billy, don't you think?"

"Luckily for you, I just got you the day off."

"Have fun," she said with a fake smile, obviously upset by the fact I out of all people am dating their King. Billy walked my way, turning me around. He placed his hand on the small of my back as as we walked out, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Where's my thank you?" he said.

"I actually like being in my club, I didn't need you to give me the afternoon off."

"Well change of plans on our date, we are having it today. So quit crying."

"Billy, you can't just decide for me that I'm going to take the afternoon off to go out and do something with you."

"I need you to meet my family," he said deflecting what I said.

"What for?"

"I just need you to go along with it and stop asking questions," he said opening the door leading out of the school for me.

"I'm taking you home, you'll get dressed, then we're going,"

"Should I bow and call you Your Highness while I'm at it?"

"You know, I thought after our talk you'd start watching your mouth with me.", he said giving me a smart ass look.

"You're the one who said you found me interesting because of it, so I don't really see why you care," I said causing him to laugh.

"Just you wait y/n, you'll regret it eventually," I rolled my eyes in response. "My step-sister Max will be here, she's a real pain in the ass like you but I'll be dropping her off at some hick arcade before we go to your place anyways."

I had to bite my tongue. Even though Max was younger, I met her during all the chaos that happened a few months ago in the summer. She told me about Billy then, and I can see now he hasn't changed. I liked Max, and I wanted to rip his tongue out for speaking bad on her.

"You know even if she's your step sister, you don't have to be so cold to her. She's a kid, Billy. Don't be a prude.," He stopped and held me in place by my waist.

"What would you know?", he replied. I about responded, but it probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell him about his sister and I already meeting during last summer's chaos.

"I just meant, in general. Sister or not, you should get the pole that's stuck in your ass out every once in a while," I said confidently.

"Don't call her just my sister. Got it?", he responded holding me firm in my place and once again deflecting the point I just made.

"You could at least be nicer to me, since you're the one who came up with this idea," I said refusing to let the point go.

"Jesus you and her really are similar," he said resuming our walk to his car.

I let out a small laugh, "Yet here we are," I noticed his defenses a little bit, at the sound of my laugh. I was 100% sure he was only dragging me through all this for his own selfish benefit, but I find it strange that he let's down his guard around me even slightly. All I am to him is a fuck surely.

"Max! Get in the back," he yelled out as we approached the car. I'm sure she would have complained, knowing her, but I could tell she was taken back at the sight of me basically wrapped up in Billy's arm.

She tried playing it off, rolling her eyes. She slammed the door getting in and I swear I thought Billy's veins were about to burst.

To my surprise, Billy followed me to the passenger side of the car to open and close it for me. Max shot me a 'what the fuck is going on?' while Billy walked back to his side of the car.

Without looking at her I whispered, "I'll explain later."

Billy got in the car, immediately turned to point at Max, "If you slam my door again I'll break that skateboard in half and you can forget about the arcade," she rolled her eyes and leaned back further in her seat. He glanced at me and sighed, choosing not to say anything else and turned back around.

He flared the exhaust a couple times before whipping out of the parking place, leading us out of the school. We mostly sat in the car in silence with Billy's music on in the background and him occasionally complaining how shit and hick Hawkins is compared to California.

When we got to the arcade he rolled down the window to tell her, "I'm busy today so you better make sure your little friends get you back home before dinner," she waved him off and walked inside with her skateboard in hand.

He turned to me, rolling back up his window, "You see this isn't a one way street now right? Maybe I should have you told her to be nicer to like you told me,"

"You want the directions to my house or not?", I said deflecting.

After more silence other than the Black Sabbath playing in Billy's car, he pulled into my driveway.

"God damn you live in such a shit area"

"Just because you can't go sixty-five on turn that's meant for a thirty miles per hour road doesn't mean I live in a shit area."

"Are your parents home?", he asked as we both exited the car.

"No, it's just me and my dad. He doesn't get home from work till usually late at night," I looked to Billy smiling, "Don't get any ideas," I added.

He grabbed a bag out from the back of his car, passing it over to me when he got close. I looked inside as we began to walk to the front door of my house.

"Clothes?", I asked in confusion.

"I mean look at the way you dress, after seeing you this morning I went and picked out something for you to wear in front of my family."

He was right I did dress pretty plainly. All I wore today was a deep purple long sleeve tucked into a knee length denim skirt. The only accessory I wore was a brown belt to keep the skirt in place.

"Oh so dressing conservative is unattractive now? You didn't seem to mind my style at the party,"

"Yeah you mean that dress that was so tight I could see your bra strap poking out?", he said smiling at the memory.

I blushed from knowing he was checking me out so intensely then, "I dress fine Billy, I don't need you to buy me clothes,"

"Jesus, at least look at it before you complain."

"I'll see it in a minute," I said as we approached the front door. I unlocked it and once inside Billy immediately began to form his judgement. Since my dad worked a lot for the two of us, I kept the house pretty clean for him so at least I didn't have any shame in that.

"Yeah your a hick just like the rest of Hawkins," he said making his way to our fridge. I followed after setting down my things by the stairs.

"That was quick of you to judge," I said crossing my arms. He pointed at some records hung up in a frame on the wall. My dad's old band made some records a long time ago and my dad wanted to keep them pristine, so we hung it on the wall.

"You idealize some music no one's even heard of, trust me I've heard it all," he opened the door to my fridge grabbing some fruit we had stored away in a bowl.

"It's records from my dad's band when he was younger."

"Yeah I bet it's shit hence why you live here," he plopped a strawberry in his mouth and leaned over the counter top.

"You're always so quick to judge everything so negatively," I said as I walked over to him.

"I didn't with you.", he replied snappily.

I could feel myself blush again and I wanted to hide. What he said reminded me how crazy it was that he was interested by me, but here we are. I didn't respond and tugged the bowl of fruit away from him placing it back in the fridge.

"Don't act like you're at home," I said walking back over to the stairs. He followed with a smile, licking his fingers. We got upstairs and I placed everything on the floor next to my bed before sitting on it.

He stood in the frame of my door smiling at me.

"Hello? Can I get a little privacy?", I said taking off my shoes.

"Well I have to be able to judge," he said nodding at the bag of clothes he brought me.

"Ok then wait outside and I'll show you when I'm done."

"I don't think you understand your situation here, y/n," he came and sat next to me on the bed picking up one of my stuffed animals, inspecting it for a second, and then putting it back down beside him, "This is an apology from you to me, and in an apology you have to do things you don't want to normally do," he said walking his fingers down my thigh making my whole body light up from the touch.

"I'd say fake dating someone is something I don't normally do," he laughed in response. Before I could do anything else, he pinned me down to the bed, putting his lips to my ear.

"I told you you'd regret all the bitching you give me," he whispered. He nibbled the top of my ear causing me to flinch in surprise. "How long do you think you can resist me for y/n, especially when you get excited every time I touch you. Did you think I didn't notice?"

I turned my burning face away from him, too embarrassed to respond.

"Just say the word and I'll help you," he whispered as he was rubbing his knee between my legs. I didn't respond, I just kept my face turned away from him. It only took a few seconds of awkward silence for him to get up and walk back up towards the door.

"Your loss, sweetheart. I'll be out here whenever you're ready to show me," he started to walk off before yelling, "Don't make me sit here and wait for ages either."

I could hear him opening doors from down the hall when I finally came back to reality. I then heard a sink turn on and realized he must have found the bathroom. I leaned up feeling like my whole body was on fire. I closed the door to my room while he was away, thinking 'Yeah, fuck Billy Hargrove.'

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dearsnow · 2 years

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Hey! I don't know if you write for Daenarys Targaryen, feel free to ignore if you don't!

May I request Reader and Daenarys are in a high tension chase with enemies and they hide in a small alley way where they barely fit so they have to stand very close to each other? Gn character :))

YOU

- you and daenerys dance around the danger of approaching dothraki soldiers (daenerys targaryen x reader) ⚠️ small bits of implied violence

word count: 575

a/n - dany my precious <3 and thank you for requesting! my writing is a little rusty so i hope this is good enough

Blood pounds in your head as the slamming of footsteps echoes around the alley. Daenerys is on the side opposite to yours, pressed as tightly to the wall as she can manage. Despite that, there’s a mere centimeter of space between your bodies.

The Dothraki are so close you can smell the must of their horses. They won’t take kindly to their potential khaleesi running away, and you know Daenerys’s brother will punish the both of you harsher than anything Khal Drogo could ever dream up.

She just seemed so… unhappy. Like she was destined for something greater than being sold off as a bride, and you couldn’t bear to leave her to that fate. You’ve been with her since the beginning, through thick and thin, and you will do everything possible to see her succeed. Your heart skips a beat when she runs her fingers over your jaw, and you think you would do anything to keep the stars in her eyes sparkling. That’s why you pulled her from her room at night and fled the small camp, in favor of hiding out in a more developed community. The Dothraki were on your tails as quickly as they noticed she was missing.

Daenerys is flushed. You can’t be sure it’s all from the chase.

Your eyes flutter closed as you send a silent prayer to whatever god is watching. For you, death is guaranteed. For her, though, your captors have something even worse in store. You cannot get caught.

Voices shout from the entrance of the alley, and your heart almost stops. There’s a crash, a bang, and what you hope isn’t the sound of a curved sword hitting flesh. Then, in a twist of fate, the sound fades.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Though it is a small victory, and they could return at any moment, you’ll take the little things.

The woman across from you looks happier than you’ve seen her in years. Despite the danger, her grin is wide and her eyes hold the excitement of a child on her name day. You’re sure you look aged beyond your years, standing there with a crease in your brow, but she doesn’t seem to care. There’s an electric moment when she reaches out to smooth your worried face.

“I’m glad it’s you.” She whispers.

You hesitate. “Me?”

“I wouldn’tve trusted anyone else to inspire me. So, I’m glad it’s you.”

You let yourself smile as the knot in your shoulder slowly unravels. She’s glad it’s you. You did the right thing, chose the right option. You might not know what the future holds, but you sure as hell know this path is the right one. Anything that will keep her strong spirit from being broken beyond repair.

She glances down to your lips. Her hand slides down to your waist, and slowly, carefully, she takes what she wants without prompting for the very first time.

Bursts of color swim through your eyelids, shut tight in disbelief. Her lips are warm in the feverish air. It’s a pleasant kind of warm, like a mug of hot tea on a chilly day. Like the warm you imagine the soft underbelly of a dragon to be.

For once, you’re glad it’s you. It’s you she followed, it’s you who will soothe her aches while she climbs the path to something better.

And you can ask for no greater pleasure.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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eiightysixbaby · 10 months

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jonathan and reader making up after a fight…

oh, gotta love some comfort post-fight. 🥺 i did not take this the smutty route so i hope that’s not what you were looking for 😅

“I can’t fucking believe you! You’re not the only one with struggles, you know?” you hiss, angry tears welling in your eyes.

The wind starts to howl outside, the sun cowering behind gray clouds rolling in slowly.

“I never said that! You’re not even listening to me,” he yells, exasperated.

“All I ever do is listen! You’re acting like a selfish ass right now, I hope you know that,” your voice shatters into an impossibly small tremble, and you feel like you’re shrinking where you stand. “If you don’t give a shit about my life just say that.”

“Baby-” his voice softens, and he goes to take a step towards you.

“Don’t, Jonathan,” you spit, “I’m going home.”

“Wait, baby, please don’t leave,” he tries, but you’re shaking your head, wiping tears away with your palms as you swing the door open. You storm out, slamming the wood behind you.

He covers his eyes with his hands, dragging them down his face. “Fuck,” he grits, pounding a fist weakly against the wall in defeat.

He hadn’t been thinking straight. He hadn’t been acting right, and there’s no excuse. He was stressed from his job, facing a possible pay-cut and worrying how he’d make bills. You were stressed from both your job and school, but he was so blinded by his own problems that he wasn’t being very kind to you. He was acting like he was the only one with struggles. He hadn’t meant to, but that doesn’t matter now, because that’s how it had come across. It’s why he stands alone in his living room now, the house piercingly silent. It’s why you’re going to leave him and maybe you won’t come back. That thought makes his stomach churn.

“Shit,” he curses again, slipping on his converse and throwing the front door open once more.

Lucky for him, you hadn’t even made it out of the driveway yet. Unlucky for him, you’re in your car with fat tears streaming down your face, your nose, lips and eyes puffy.

“Baby,” he says through the open window, the earlier edge gone from his voice. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,” he says, leaning with one hand gripping the roof of your car.

“You made me feel so small. You made me feel like you don’t care about what I’m going through,” you sniff, voice coming out thick with tears.

“I know. I know, and that wasn’t right of me, at all, okay? I’m just so stressed, and that’s not an excuse, but it’s what made me so on edge,” he explains, his voice so meek now, his eyes shifting from you to his shoes on the dirt driveway. “I should have been more receptive to you, I should have listened better and been more supportive.”

His honey brown eyes are frantic while they search yours, though he keeps his breathing and his voice calm. The sincerity in his words is obvious, and it’s just about impossible to stay so angry. The heels of your palms dig into your eyes, furiously wiping away tears. You sniffle once, twice. Big glassy eyes meet his.

“I appreciate your apology. I’m sorry for getting so defensive so quickly,” you say, voice still a little wobbly.

“No, don’t apologize, I was a jerk-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“It wasn’t right of me to imply that listening to your problems and your thoughts is a burden, you know I’m always here for you…” you say, looking down at your lap where your fingers toy with a stray thread from your jeans. “I just need the support right now. I really do,” you admit, eyes getting watery again.

“Hey, I know, I know you do. And I’m here for you, okay? I promise,” he says, reaching into the car to grab your hand. “Will you please get out of the car? I need to hold you.”

You oblige, and you can’t help the way your heart warms at his request. He pulls you to his chest, letting you slump against him, rubbing your back with a soothing pressure and kissing the top of your head. You can hear the way his heartbeat races in his chest, and you know he was probably worried sick that he was losing you in this moment. Your hands grip onto his shirt, your head tilting up to look at him.

His bangs hang above his eyes, and you let out a tiny giggle when he’s shaking his head slightly to get them out of his view.

“I love you so much. Forever, okay? I’m so sorry,” his voice is almost pleading with you, his hands now gripping your face gently.

“I love you too. Forever,” you give him a small smile, your hands holding his wrists, squeezing.

He leans down, letting his nose brush yours for a moment as his eyelids flutter closed. You close the distance between your lips and his, kissing him soft and sweet. He barely lets you pull away, his mouth chasing yours until he captures it again. A low rumble of thunder sounds in the distance and you both pull back to look up at the gray sky.

“Do you want to stay the night tonight? We can rent all of your favorite movies and watch them in bed,” he suggests, a smile gracing his lips. “We’ve got popcorn and some of my mom’s chocolate chip cookies that you love so much.”

You nod, smiling with him now.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands come to your waist.

You pull away from the kiss he gives you only when rain starts to pour down, both of you running to the house in soaked sneakers. As your socked feet leave wet prints on the wooden floor and you laugh together, you’re reminded how much you love this life with him, even on the cloudy days. He’s your shelter from the storms, always.

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magnetic-braincells · 10 months

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Too Old?

Fem!Reader x Kim • One-shot

Warnings: Slight gerontophile themes, overall sfw, unrequited attraction. Cursing. Violence. Mental struggles. Read till the end! I swear you come to your senses.

Word count: 5k+

I wasn’t expecting to be walking outside a government building around six pm, but here I was.

Files in my hands, I was trying to my best to be an ideal intern. All I had to do was transfer some papers and I’d be done for the day. So that’s what I did. I handed the papers to a woman in the lobby, and opted to go through the building to the parking lot. The thing is I’m not great at remembering directions. The nice lady gave me clear instructions that seem to evaporate in my head the moment I began walking away. I was a senior in college. Just trying to get through my internship hoping to get a job as a secretary or some sh*t. I was interning for an office job here at a government building. I had no idea about any bad apples employed there until that day. I must’ve taken a wrong turn. My introversion didn’t want to ask for directions, and my extroversion decided to find a way out myself. I turned into a hallway, and— hardly stopping myself— almost slammed into a man.

“Sorry,” I said, ducking towards the other side of the hall. The apology wasn’t enough for him, apparently. “Watch where you’re going-!” He barked. It did make me flinch, I’ll admit. I stopped in my tracks, almost feeling a little annoyed. Yeah… I apologized. What happened to manners? I turned to the man, taking in his appearance. Tall, a little brutish. I caught sight of some pins that no doubt meant something important. Damn. If this guy is of some significance, maybe I should’ve keep my mouth shut. At least, that’s what I thought.

“Sorry, I will.”

I turned to walk away still a little put off. Then I felt his hand clasp around my wrist and yank me backwards. I did yelp, and curse at him— heat of the moment sort of a thing

“Show some respect, b*tch,” he breathed. His breath smelt like smoke. Very unpleasant.

I wiggled away from him, slamming my heel into his toe. The officer raised his hand to grab me, and I was prepared with a mouthful of profanity and slander but… Before I could get in another word, I pressed into something warm and hard. Really solid. I stumbled forward.

That’s when I saw him. I had to crane my neck up/down (your height) to really look at him. Must’ve been 6’2. Glasses. Not the neatest hair, but it was still elegant. An angel? A demon? He looked like both. He sort of was.

The new stranger sort of— completely- ignored me. I swallowed a thick lump in my throat. It was partially out of nervousness, but I was also swallowing down a million insults. He stared at the officer. An expression of anger, possibly indifference.

“You should go.”

That was all he said. Three words. I walked away down the hall, a little confused. Words were still caught in my throat that would never get out. The hallway didn’t lead outside. There were familiar rooms, though. I could find my way out, but I hesitated. I wanted to wait. I wanted to thank that man for… sort of stepping in. At least, I think that’s what he did. It didn’t matter though. I stood idly against the wall, waiting for the older man to reappear.

When he did, he looked different. He had more purpose to his walk, and he had some papers in his hand. I noticed, too, that his hands were red.

“S-Sir—?” Since when did I stammer? Social anxiety was finally creeping in? I thought I was over this.

He stopped, casting a sharp glance over at me. His hardened features and cold look softened a bit. It wasn’t very noticeable, and maybe I was just searching for some sort of reaction. His glasses glinted and he was silent.

“Thank you. For stepping in back there,” I finished. My cheeks felt warm.

He kept quiet. The corners of his lips perked upward a little. Barely at all. He didn’t nod, didn’t hum in acknowledgment. He just turned and kept walking.

To me, nothing could have been more attractive.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

I spent the rest of the night eating, getting ready for the next day, and thinking about that encounter. Sure, I only saw the guy for a minute or two at most, but that was the most exciting thing that had happened to me all month. No, I didn’t like being grabbed or having to mouth off my superior who I’d never met. But that man… the one with the nice hair and the glasses… he was just one of those guys. Not overly handsome, but not bad to look at. The kind of person who gets stapled into your mind. I wondered what he was doing there in the first place. How old was he.

More questions kept flooding my head the next day and the day after that. Actually, this was becoming a problem. I couldn’t get the guy out of my mind and I had no idea why.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

Sogin High School. I graduated from there and am a certified alumni. I was headed there, probably four days after the incident. Normally I wouldn’t spent my free day visiting my old school, but a teacher had called me up and asked me to come. I decided to humor her. She had been a nice teacher anyways. The campus was still the same. The elitists ran rampant, like always. I sort of felt sorry for the poor children stuck in their immature high school years. I had bigger problems. I was still immature too I guess. My thoughts would wander to the man every now and then. I looked for him in crowds. Part of me felt disappointed about his seeming disregard for me and my gratitude.

I looked for his face amongst the crowd of high schoolers. Passing by the old classrooms and intermingling with my underclassman felt weird. I kept close to my teacher pal, but ended up wandering off.

“It was nice to see you, (Y/N),” she had said. It had come as a surprise to her to see me as a twenty-three-year old. She was probably expecting my face to be more/less mature (any baby faced readers out there??)

“You too, Ms Han,” I answered. I meant it, but being around her warm and smiley face was giving me painful flashbacks to my acne-prone days, and her personality was a little stuffy after a while. It was nice to escape.

I walked towards some of my old classrooms. As I peered into a classroom, I caught sight of a lone girl. A sophomore- carrying way more books than she could handle. Oh school projects. I didn’t miss those at all. I was always awkward about offering help, especially to strangers. My internship was prompting me to step out of my shell though.

“Uh… do you need some help?” I called. She looked up at me. She seemed familiar, features graceful and delicate. I’d never met her before though. Her lips parted as she nodded. I’m guessing it was obvious that I was an alumni. “Yes— please!”

I walked into the classroom fully, approaching her desk that was completely emerged in the sunlight. If I remembered correctly, I’d say my desk was two seats behind hers. I scooped up half of her heaping books. the girl couldn’t even fit them all in her backpack. This must be some research project.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way,” I offered. She staggered upright with the rest of the books in hand.

“Oh… and I’m Minji Kim. Nice to meet you,” she replied, a little breathless. She added a small thank you, which I thought was sweet.

She walked home. I accompanied her. I wasn’t in any hurry to get back to my college dorm and I had already said my goodbyes to my old teacher, Ms Han. We walked down a few blocks, exchanging a few words. I handed her the rest of her books as soon as her house was in sight.

“Thanks for your help!” She gushed. Nice girl. I waved it off and began to turn around, but I stopped. That’s when I saw him again.

This time in casual clothes, peering out of one of the houses, looking a little damp and rumpled, but relaxed. It caught me off guard— all I could do was stare wordlessly and question every life decision I ever made. He called for Minji to come inside (so they knew each other-?), and even waved at me. He didn’t even recognize me… I don’t think. I waved back. A feeling of warmth pounded through my body and filled my cheeks. The walk back to the school parking lot was very disoriented. I stumbled over my shoes and almost crashed into a cyclist. I wasn’t expecting to see him again. It was a really odd coincidence. Too odd for me. It didn’t sit well in my stomach.

My inner musings about the man, who I now dubbed Mr Kim, became more frequent. I had seen him twice. It felt like having an airport crush sort of. Only you booked the same hotel as your airport crush, or something similar. It plagued me to the point that, the next day at my internship, I asked about him. He must’ve been at the office for one reason or another. It was possible that he worked there.

“Hey… Chae-Won?” I asked my mentor who was way too invested in reapplying her lipstick. She glanced over at me and absently straightened some papers, still preening at herself in the reflection of her computer screen. “Was there a Mr Kim visiting last week?” I began. I cringed in realization that Kim is a very common last name. Something flashed over her face. “Uh, there was an incident with a Mr Kim, if that’s what you mean. I think you were headed home though.” “Does he work here?” I pressed. “No? Why do you ask?”

I resorted to telling her there was no reason.

It wasn’t as if he was plaguing my thoughts. I don’t know why he bothered me so much. I started to drop it a little. Life moves on. I wasn’t obsessed. I steamed some rice that night and binged a drama. Anything to get my mind off “Mr Kim” was a relief. He was giving me a headache, and at the same time making me hot in the face. I kept wondering how old he was. He was older. He was courser and colder. He had stepped into a very minor interaction at my intern workplace. There was nothing notable about what he did.

But still bothered me though. He hadn’t accepted my thanks, not really. I had seen a reaction, but a very slight one.

I tried to recall how his voice sounded as I clumsily shoved a mouthful of rice into my mouth. The heat burned the roof of my mouth, actually, and I had to spit it out. My daydreams about that guy were actually interfering with my eating habits, which wasn’t good. Anyway- he had only said three words to me, tops. You should go. It was enough to make my heartbeat pick up pace.

I was actually a little worried, at that point. If this guy was going to haunt my thoughts until he accepted the damn “thank you,” then I was going to have to see him and make him accept it.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

I ended up back in the sophomore classroom. “Can I ask you something?” I said suddenly.

This conversation was going to be a little awkward. I could feel my embarrassment already creeping in. This wasn’t going to blow over well. Minji blinked, nodding her head. “How old is uh… Mr Kim?”

“My dad?”

That already wasn’t a good sign. It should have been a red flag. Alarms should have been blaring in my head, but they weren’t. My infatuation was still growing. Color was visible in my neck. I nodded, leaning forward onto my desk.

“He’s forty nine I’m pretty sure. We don’t really talk about it…” Minji answers. I can tell she doesn’t have an endless amount of friends. Most people wouldn’t answer that weird question anyway. Minji was just more naïve than most people?

“Oh,” I breathed. I don’t find his age attractive. I didn’t find it bothersome either. Why did I feel so bashful? I had barely seen him. In my head, I knew I would chose a forty nine year old over any guy my age.

“How old are you?” Minji asked. It startled me.

“Twenty three. You?” “Eighteen.”

Our conversation continued. My mind wandered elsewhere, which didn’t surprise me anymore. I tuned into Minji whenever possible. I was developing some weird ignoring disorder or something. She asked me if I could walk home with her and I agreed.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿

My pulse thrummed audibly in my ears. I realized I really admired the way his glasses framed his face.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s an alumni from my school,” Minji announced. She seemed a little bashful about introducing me to her dad.

It should have been off-putting, but it wasn’t really. I could see his eyes gloss over with familiarity. There’s a face everyone can pull when they recognize a stranger. A subtle shift of acknowledgement; hey, I’ve seen you before.

He said hullo. I could tell he wasn’t super talkative. It didn’t really surprise me, actually. He didn’t seem like the loud type. I said hello back. I was completely aware of the color in my cheeks. My goodbye was short and brisk, but neither Kim seemed to mind.

That walk back to the car was filled with more uncertainty. Why hadn’t I thanked him? I wasn’t sure. I wanted an excuse to see him again, I guess. I was attracted to the demeanor. The certainty. The subtle shift in personality. The damnable glasses and the damnable hair. Forty nine didn’t register in my head as too old. All I could think about was how he looked less like a demon and more like an angel now. My heart hammered pathetically in my chest.

The weekend came and went. I busied myself with other things, even hung out with my dorm mates at a party. I told one of them about my first encounter with Mr Kim… but kept the Minji-meetings to myself. It was a coincidence, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t understand.

“Didn’t your coworker say Mr Kim was in an incident?” They asked, taking a slow sip from their Bloody Mary. It didn’t dawn on me that I had already mentioned that to them. Sheepishness washed over me. But after I recovered from my embarrassment I came to realize the weight to their words. That’s right… Chae-Won had mentioned an incident involving Mr Kim. I had been too embarrassed and distracted to ask for elaboration. “Yeah, she did,” I nodded slowly, leaning my head against the couch we sat on. My friend raised an eyebrow and cocked their head. “Couldn’t that be a bad thing?” They ask.

I keep my lips sealed. A blush rises to my cheeks. I hadn’t thought of that. Even in my delusional state, I didn’t even consider him causing a scene over me. There had to be some reason he was at the office, and there had to be some reason his hands were red when he left. I only remembered that then at the party. It’s funny how details slip from your mind for a while until you suddenly remember them. I decided to ask Chae-Won about the incident.

I hadn’t encountered my superior since that day. He was a military officer- so it wasn’t unusual for people like him to frequent the building. That man in particular, though, had been absent. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on Mr Kim’s bad side though. He had gotten on mine.

At the office, while my mentor was patiently explaining how to use a certain filing system in the computer, I couldn’t help but stare down at my wrist. There was no mark from where the officer grabbed me. I had reported it though. As Chae-Won droned on, I had trouble focusing on her words. They slipped through her lips and seemed to fade into the background. “Uh, Chae-Won…”

“Were you paying attention?” She snapped. I felt guilt crawling into my stomach. “I— you sort of lost me. Sorry.”

She sighed. A break; that’s what she suggested. I closed my eyes and kneaded my forehead. This internship wasn’t the most interesting thing ever.

“I heard you were involved in the little scrap the other week.” Chae-Won’s voice prodded me out of my trance. I looked up at her with wide eyes. “You must still be shaken up about it, huh?” She asks. There’s a hint of concern in her eyes, but I get the feeling that whatever I tell her will just give her gossiping rights more than anything. “Yeah. I still don’t understand what happened in the ‘scrap’ though,” I use air quotations to emphasize my point. “Did Mr Kim say something to the officer?”

“Officer Baek? Yeah? He was in the ER. You’re lucky you weren’t hurt!” My stomach didn’t plummet. The color didn’t drain from my face. My eyes didn’t widen. Instead, my heartbeat picked up. A lot. An intense heat overflowed my body. Kim walked away. I thanked him… and he walked away.

Three words echod in my head. “You should go.”

The age gap never resonated as a problem to me. All that mattered was that I backed into a demonic-angel- pressed against his tall and sturdy form- and he told me to go. When I thanked him he hardly batted an eye. He walked away.

That was attractive to me.

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I texted Minji if I could see her the next day. I figured that I could tell her about meeting her dad already. Again, the thought of mg underclassman being the daughter of my recent obsession didn’t bother me. I was even bold enough to admit it was an obsession, but only to myself. She replied with a nice confirmation text and that was that. I crawled into the covers that night and braced myself for the next day. The normal routine. My eyes roamed across the room as my imagination ran wild. I wondered what kind of argument Mr Kim had gotten into with officer… Baek? Officer Baek. What had happened. What kind of man was Mr Kim, besides attractive. I noted that I found his attitude and the way he carried himself attractive. Within our brief encounters, he always remained quiet and curt. Polite around Minji, of course. I guess my daydreams had sort of drifted off track. I wondered what kind of job he had. Maybe a security officer? Or maybe something else… a little more ordinary. I couldn’t make up my mind, so I fell asleep.

As soon as my classes were over, I got into my car and started driving towards my old school. Rain started pattering on my windshield. I always did love a dramatic atmosphere. Now no one could judge me for playing my bad*as Spotify playlist on the way over. I realized that Minji probably wasn’t out of school yet, which caused my stomach to jolt. I told her I’d meet her at her place. I could only hope she had an umbrella.

As much as my heart throbbed at the thought of seeing Mr Kim a little early, my intrusive anxious thoughts told me to go get some coffee. A nice steamy drink to help warm my cold feet. When I pulled into the drive thru for a coffee shop I ended up ordering three drinks subconsciously. It was probably my intern instincts kicking in. I had grown used to running out for really unnecessary coffee orders. My autopilot brain just told me to order some for the people I was seeing. I spewed out some nonsense I thought Minji might like. My face felt warmer as I ordered something more simple and straightforward for Mr Kim.

The drinks steamed in the cup holder as I drove towards their house. I almost drove right by, but I ended up pulling over and rolling down my window.

“Minji! Get in!”

What a good alumni I am, right?! The kid was walking without an umbrella, trying to shield herself with her backpack. As soon as she got in the car I shoved the drink into her hands.

She apologized for being so imprudent or some sh*t. I didn’t care. I was just glad I ran into her. Anyway, I wasn’t about to scold her. That was never in the job description. “Do you want me to turn the heat on?”

“T-That’s okay! Thank you. I’ll just shower at home,” she gushed, pulling her lips away from the cup. I was kinda proud of myself for picking a drink she liked. I still felt apprehensive and turned on the heater anyway. I only realized when we got there that I was going to have to be with Mr Kim alone. While Minji was in the shower, that is. Actually, speak of the devil, Mr Kim was about to pick Minji up. He looked a little frantic, but obviously calmed down as soon as we stepped out of the car. I was a little ashamed of myself for noticing the relaxation in his stuff shoulders when he caught sight of her. By no means was I intentionally checking him out; but his hair was looking nice today. “Thanks (Y/N). I’ll be quick!” Minji called. Her feet padded hurriedly between her room and the bathroom. It left me awkwardly standing in the entry hall with the two coffees in hand. Mr Kim closed and locked the door behind us. It shouldn’t have made my face heat up.

I would have started the conversation, but I followed Mr Kim into the kitchen and offered him the coffee instead. I could tell that he wanted to say something anyway. My chest felt really tight. I was going to make him accept my thanks.

“Minji tells me you’re a senior,” he offered, stirring some cream into his coffee. Honestly that was a little uncalled for. The cream, I mean. Who would’ve thought…

“That’s right,” I replied. My face felt warmer than usual. My blush was an unwarranted violation of the subtly-code. “I’m interning right now at a government office. It’s not super interesting, but I wanna help improve the system eventually. Especially with the juvenile prison situation.”

Kim nodded as he replaced the lid on the coffee. I took a sip from my (warm drink) and looked down at the table.

When I looked at Mr Kim, I realized he looked really passive. There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment on his face. I was the only one whose cheeks were burning. He hummed. “And you applied for college fresh out of high school?” I nodded.

“Mhm. I changed my major after the first year. Started interning this year,” I let out an attempt at an easy-going chuckle. “It’s a weird coincidence though. Seeing you at the office, and then meeting your daughter.”

I stared down at my hands, feeling more of a burn in my face. A little disappointment crept into my chest. I was getting around to thanking him again… but he still seemed altogether dispassionate. Would this really make the haunting thoughts and guilt go away? Actually, I was more concerned with the fact that I was really attracted to him. He didn’t seem to give a damn about me.

If I would have looked up, I’d have caught sight of a very suspicious Mr Kim. “Yes, that was… a weird coincidence,” he murmured.

I smiled at the sound of his voice. It had been echoing in my head on-and-off for the past few weeks. You should go. My new favorite phrase— for no special reason at all.

“Mr Kim,” I began. My voice was a little feeble. “I wanted to thank you again, actually. I don’t usually get into encounters like that so… if you hadn’t been there… something worse might’ve happened.”

His gaze flickered down to my wrist, and all he did was nod. I could sense he wasn’t really accepting it now either. Maybe he was just that kind of guy. “Well, I think you could’ve handled yourself,” was all he said.

It was definitely an unusual sight. A twenty-three-year-old, wide eyed, staring at a man twice her age with in awe. Eyes not glancing where they shouldn’t, content to stare at his impassive expression. Normal college students don’t find themselves infatuated with a man they’ve barely met. And there I was.

Minji came into the kitchen, fully dressed. That was the end of me and Mr Kim’s conversation.

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That night, our conversation haunted me. It had nothing to do with our talk and everything to do with the look he had given me. Disinterested… maybe? He was polite and listened respectfully to what I was saying, but I got the feeling like something was off.

I was more attentive to him. My cheeks grew rosy at his words. My expression struggled to maintain impassive politeness and not break into a bashful smile. Mr Kim didn’t seem to have that trouble at all.

He wasn’t as interested in me as I was in him. I thought over what our conversation might’ve looked like to a bystander.

A middle aged man, good-looking and soft spoken, talking with me. A college senior wearing a hoodie and drinking her beverage. A young college student. A stable, capable older man. I guess the scene wasn’t as romantic as I thought. But to me, in the heat of the moment, my chest felt like warm and my stomach felt light. I still felt the warm kiss of a blush at the thought of Kim.

However… I began to doubt something. I wondered dubiously if Mr Kim would ever feel the same level of attraction. I reasoned he probably wouldn’t.

Tears trailed down my face in frustration; I was pretty mad at myself for being so stupid. Of course he wouldn’t. But I couldn’t help it. I was so… so attracted to him.

That night I tossed and turned in bed, wishing I had just asked for directions that fateful day two weeks ago. Even as I regretted the incident and running into Kim, my face still felt hot at the thought of me stumbling backwards into him. I felt jittery recalling his voice. That’s what was so damnable about the situation. I wasn’t normally so easily infatuated or irrational. Mr Kim did something different to me.

Something that, disgustingly enough, didn’t make me alarmed about the age difference. It didn’t matter to me, even though it normally would. I’d be disgusted in myself if it were any other person. But it wasn’t any other person.

I fell asleep with a lot of things on my mind.

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Kim was suspicious. He didn’t like coincidences, especially not coincidences that tied in with the little mission he was on two weeks ago. Minji was happy to have a new friend, especially an older figure in her life. That made Kim hesitate to follow after (Y/N). Maybe he was being overprotective, but that was sort of the norm nowadays. He just decided to dig a little deeper into her work. Why was she interning? Was her story legit? Was it an all coincidence? She seemed like a good kid, but was she really? He didn’t know. He needed to be sure.

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I was almost finished with my internship shift. My feet ached and my back was sore. I had just finished a delivery and was once again heading to my car. There was intense déjà vu. I knew my way to the parking lot from inside the building now. I passed by familiar hallways and unfamiliar ones. The footsteps that echoed behind me didn’t bother me; everyone had somewhere they needed to be.

I passed by a dozen people until I reached outside. The thing is, there were a pair of footsteps that had been ghosting me for a while, and I was getting uneasy. A little weirded out, I glanced behind me.

I recognized the guy. He had noticeable stitches over his eye and a bandage taped to his ear, but it was definitely Officer Baek. I felt a gradual drop to my confidence. Just don’t bump into him and you’ll be fine.

I crossed the street and into the parking complex and he continued in the same direction. Paranoid, I took an abrupt turn and went in between some cars. In my phone I scrolled through my contacts, ready to call my roommate and ask them to meet me somewhere close. My foot skidded and I slammed forward into someone. Nope. Nah. Nuh uh.

How the hell was my luck so bad? I felt dizzy and irritable looking up at the Officer who waited for me at the other end of the cars. “What the hell?” Did slip past my filter, happily enough.

He glared down (idc how tall you are he is taller.) at me. “This is my car. Shouldn’t you be going to yours?” I found it unbelievable that this was his car, but it actually wasn’t surprising seeing as I was really bad at decision making and my luck had run out just now. “You did make this easier though. I was gonna ask you about Code 66.”

“The computer filing program?” I countered dryly. I’m pretty sure that the system only went up to thirty-

“Kim! He goes by Kim. How do you know him? Cuz you two seem pretty close now…”

Officer Baek took another step closer and I took two backward. Creep. I reached for my purse and prepared to squirt some perfume in his eyes. The mention of Mr Kim rolled right over me. I wasn’t worrying about my silly infatuation, just surviving this encounter. Thank you very much.

“I met him the day you grabbed me. There’s not much of a connection, and I don’t have to answer your questions,” I said steadily. Hooray for my returned confidence. “Goodbye sir.”

I heard him open his car door and figured that was the end of it. But then… of course…

I yelped as my wrist was yanked backwards. Here comes the perfume and a kick to the crotch-

My heart pattered angrily against my ribs like a caged bird. Alerts sounded in my head as he tried shoving me in the car. I thrashed and cursed and yelled for help, dizzied as he slammed my head against the door.

The car driver door opened on its own and slammed into Officer Baek, smashing him against the next car. My arm was released. I looked around sporadically for the source, and of course found my liberator. Ironically, another swell of déjà vu flooded my head. Kim jumped out of the car, and my heart skipped a beat. Literally. I think I must’ve been scared. (Shocker.)

I numbly ran to my car as instructed. His words were muffled and fuzzy in my head. I waited, craning my neck to catch sight of them. Blood spurted onto the cars nearby and I heard glass break more than once. I thought about something as I waited, hands clutching my steering wheel nervously. I thought about what the hell was going on over there. What did Mr Kim do for a living? Should I be concerned about him? What’s code 66? I also thought about his disinterest in me… how he didn’t seem interested in a college student at all. Maybe Officer Baek hit my head a little harder than I thought, but my mind was suddenly a little clearer. Mr Kim was older than me. Too much older than me. But my stomach still squirmed, and my cheeks still felt warm. I would never get what I wanted, and it made my eyes sting. I had been so stupid. But I still wanted what I couldn’t have.

When Kim found me in my car, he asked if I was okay. I blurted out the only thing that came to mind. He had just fought off an officer. It was the most brutal thing I had partially witnessed, and no doubt my expression showed how mortified I was. But I said what was on my mind anyway.

“Mr Kim!” If I can’t have him… “Please! Teach me how to fight! B-Be my master!”

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