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me and the devil

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “I can be your manager. It’s something I have experience in. But we’d need to form a contract, and it’s not the type of contract most singers agree to.” Johnny takes a breath. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m the Devil, honey, and if it’s fame that you want, you’re going to have to make a deal with the Devil.”

tw/cw. Unprotected consensual sex, slight monsterfucking themes (Johnny has a big forked tongue), monster/big cock Johnny, pussy eating, breast worship, multiple reader orgasms, small vs large kink, soft dom devil John, dirty talk, praise, etc… I pet names: (hers). Honey, songbird.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.9k

🍭 aus. devil!Johnny, singer!reader, supernatural au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. This fic is inspired by the songs Me And The Devil by Soap&Skin and The Devil Wears A Suit And Tie by Colter Wall, it also loosely draws inspiration from the TV shows Yellowstone, Landman and Supernatural.

Prologue:

You love the warmth of midnight in small desert towns. The bar doors are open, and a breeze that’s beginning to cool is flowing through the space. For a Friday night, this isn’t the best turnout, but you don’t let that affect you as you sit on a stool on stage, a guitar in your hand and a microphone near your lips.

Wanderers always seem to tumble in from the street, seduced by the sound of your voice, and motion by the front door of the bar draws your gaze.

This stranger doesn’t look like the others.

While the patrons here are all cowboys, Hands, and small-town folk, the man in the doorway of the bar looks entirely big city.

He’s adorned in a dark suit, his hair slicked back meticulously. Even from a distance, you can see the striking angles of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips.

The stranger approaches the bar, his eyes fixed on you even as he orders a drink.

It’s hard to focus, your heart racing at the sight of this beautiful newcomer, but you carry on.

You’ve not made a name for yourself yet, and these small gigs matter. You drive in your van from town to town, making the money you need to survive by doing what you love most: singing.

The songs are all originals, and they come from your heart; you think it’s one of the reasons people seem bewitched by your music, although you know these lonely cowboys are enthralled for other reasons, too.

When your set finishes, you get off the stage. A number of the more drunken and boisterous patrons of the establishment stop you to chat as you walk by, and by the time you make it to the bartop, the mysterious stranger is gone.

“Good set,” the bartender tells you, sliding a drink your way. “The man in the suit left this for you.”

“Thanks.” As you look down to grab the glass, you realize there’s a hundred-dollar bill under the cup.

“Left that for you, too,” the bartender explains. “Told me if I pocketed it, he’d know.”

He says it in a joking tone, but there’s something laced under his words, an understanding that the suited stranger who had been watching you is not someone to trifle with.

A feeling of dejection bubbles through you that the gorgeous man had left before you’d had a chance to talk to him. Something inside of you - call it intuition, or your dreamer’s heart - tells you that it’s important you introduce yourself to the stranger, and now, you might never get that chance.

One:

This is now the fourth time the big city stranger has come to one of your sets in two months, and it’s the third town, too. Your heart is racing, your mind spinning at the notion that he’s following you, following your career perhaps?

Every time he comes to a show, he leaves you money with the bartender, then slips out before you can catch him, but tonight, you’re about to change that.

The moment your set is over, you practically bolt off the stage, a flurry of apologies leaving your lips as you brush past people who want to talk to you.

By the time you make it to the bartop, the man is gone, so you turn your sights on the door leading to the street.

It might be a bad idea to chase this potential stalker out into the night, but you’re not thinking about that as you dart after him.

The stranger isn’t hard to find, however. He’s standing next to a mint-condition old muscle car, it’s fully black, and although you’d half expected him to own a Lamborghini or a Mercedes, there’s something timeless about the old Ford Mustang that suits him.

He’s lighting up a cigarette, and he turns to you as if he expected you to be standing there.

“Hi,” you say, approaching him.

“Hi.”

You watch the way he exhales, smoke billowing out around him- it must be a trick of the light because for a moment, his obscured shadow on the pavement looks larger and more menacing.

“You’ve been to a lot of my shows,” you blurt out, not quite sure how else to start the conversation.

“I like your voice,” the man nods.

“I’m Y/N,” you tell him.

“Johnny.”

You take a breath, trying to figure out where to go from here.

Luckily, you don’t have to speak next, because Johnny does. “Why do you sing at these dive bars in shit small towns when you have the voice for stadiums?”

“Uh-” His question takes you back. “I mean, I don’t really have a manager, and booking things is rough these days without an online following-” You can feel yourself floundering with your answer, and his fixed gaze on you only makes matters worse. “I guess I’m just not great at this.”

“You’re a singer. It’s not your job to be a manager too.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

He takes another long drag of his cigarette. “Do you want to be famous?”

You think about the question for a moment. “Doesn’t every singer want to be heard by millions across the globe?”

Johnny shrugs. “People have… longings for grandeur, but not many have the talent to achieve it.”

“Do you think I have the talent to be famous?” you ask, suddenly feeling quite small and childlike as you look up at this beautiful man.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

A smile works its way onto your lips, and you let out a sigh of relief. “Guess I have to find a manager.”

“That’s one route.”

“Is there another?”

Johnny stares at you for a moment, and you get the sense that when he looks at you, he really looks at you. It’s as if this stranger can stare into your soul, but then again, as a singer, you always strive to bare your innermost self, so it’s a sensation you can appreciate.

“Can I be honest with you?” he asks.

“Of course.”

Another drag from his cigarette, which is now at its end. You watch him flick the butt, discarding it carelessly onto the worn small town pavement. “I can be your manager. It’s something I have experience in. But we’d need to form a contract, and it’s not the type of contract most singers agree to.” Johnny takes a breath. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m the Devil, honey, and if it’s fame that you want, you’re going to have to make a deal with the Devil.”

You look up at him, trying to process his words. “You’re the Devil?”

“Come, I’ll show you.” Johnny holds out a hand, and against your better judgment, you take it. With one quick adjustment, he has your back to his chest. The two of you are angled so the streetlight casts a shadow in front of you.

Your outline is dwarfed by Johnny’s, and right there on the street, emphasized by the contrast of dark and light, you see two horns sprouting out of his head. His hands are still on your shoulders, so there’s no logical way for him to be doing this by some trickery of the light and shadow-

You practically jump, whipping around to look at the stranger, the Devil- who looks just as ordinary as he had a moment ago.

“Believe me now?” he grins.

“I-” You swallow thickly. “I’m not sure.”

“You don’t have to be sure. You just have to think about it.”

“But… If I say yes, what do I give you in return?” you ask.

“Your soul, but don’t be scared, when I collect and you join me in Hell, you’ll be my personal songbird, probably the best position out there for a human in my realm, if I’m being honest with you.”

“And… If you’re the Devil, don’t you have work to do? Aren’t you busy? Why are you wasting your time trying to make a contract with me when there are bigger fish to go after?”

“I’ve got minions, honey,” Johnny grins. “These days, I never get my hands dirty. I live a charmed life, for a Devil.”

You gawk at him, mind void of anything else to say.

“I’ll give you my card, and you can think about it,” Johnny tells you simply.

With a snap of his fingers and a tiny, spontaneous flame, a black card appears between his thumb and pointer. He hands it to you, flashes you a wink, then walks around his car to get in the driver’s seat.

The engine roars to life, and you stand in shock - and maybe something a little like awe - as the Devil races away.

It’s not until Johnny’s gone that you look down at the card he left you and realize it’s not a phone number at all, it’s a location.

Johnny’s instructions are clear: if you want to make a deal with him, you’ll have to meet at the crossroads by Route 127.

Two:

Your skin is prickling as you get out of your car. The side of the road is all gravel, and the crunching of your footsteps seems exceptionally loud in the eerie quiet of the night.

There’s no one around, but with a deep breath for courage, you approach the junction, standing in the middle of the crossroads.

“So you’re here to make a deal.”

The voice comes from behind you, and you whip around to find the Devil standing there. It’s as if he’s appeared out of thin air, and your heart jumps at the sight of him.

He’s just so handsome, and the suit he always wears only exacerbates the allure.

You take a breath to steady yourself. “Why here? Why a crossroads?” you ask.

Johnny shrugs. “There’s something reminiscent of the old days when it comes to crossroads. You know, the roaring twenties, singers showing up at a crossroad to make all of their dreams come true.” Johnny steps closer as he speaks, and you can feel his breath along your collar as he leans closer, inspecting you.

“Did you make a lot of contracts with singers back in the day?” you enquire.

“All the greats were my doing,” Johnny muses, stepping back again. “Some were better at contracts than others. I suppose I was more lenient back in the day. If someone was truly great, I’d sometimes let them continue longer.”

“And is that what you’re going to do for me?” you ask. “Be lenient?”

“You’d wish for that, wouldn’t you, my little songbird?” Johnny smirks. “No, for you, I give twenty years, and that’s final.”

Your heart clenches at his words. Twenty years of stardom, then The Devil himself would come to collect your soul.

“So how would this work?” you ask, not wanting to rush into anything.

“I’d be with you every step of the way,” Johnny assures you. “Guiding you, opening doors. Anything you want, if it’s in my power to give it to you, would be yours.”

“You personally? Not a minion?”

Johnny shrugs. “Usually, I’d send a jockey, but there’s something about you. I heard your voice from Hell itself, and that’s not a metaphor. You have something special, and I want to be the one who watches it grow.”

You consider his words, and you can’t help the way they boost your ego.

“I would have been happy just watching you forever, you know,” Johnny muses. “But you approached me, and fuck it, an opportunity for a deal is an opportunity.”

“So let me get this straight. I make this deal with you, you make me famous, you make all of my dreams come true, but in twenty years, you take my soul down to Hell, and I spend eternity with you?”

“It’s a pretty good deal, if you ask me.” The Devil grins, and you hate how handsome this powerful being is, how charming.

Your heart is racing now, and you’re aware that you’re about to practically jump off a cliff with this whole thing- is twenty years of fame on Earth really worth an eternity in Hell?

“Fuck it,” you breathe. “Let’s do it.”

With the snap of his fingers, Johnny has a contract in his hand, and he holds it out to you.

“Do you have a pen?” you ask.

“It won’t need a pen, just a drop of blood,” he explains. He gently grabs your wrist, tugging you closer. A needle appears in his hand, and with the tiniest prick on your pointer finger, a drop of blood appears. “If you would be so kind as to do the honours, my little songbird.”

Without another thought, you press your digit to the paper, your blood marking the contract.

There’s no turning back now, and yet, something like relief floods over you.

“One last thing,” Johnny said, snapping the paper out of existence again. “For a deal like this, it’s best sealed with a kiss.”

“What?” The word comes out as a squeak, and you blink at the gorgeous Devil.

“A kiss,” Johnny grins.

“Is that necessary?”

“Let’s just say it is.”

You sigh. “You’re pushing your luck here, mister Devil.”

“That’s just the kind of man I am.”

Johnny reaches for your hand, and you let him pull you to his chest. You look up at this beautiful, demonic entity, and you know you’re in deep.

Twenty years with this man, guiding you, taking care of you-

Fuck it.

You move forward, cupping his face as you press your lips to his own.

Johnny’s grip on you tightens, pulling you flush to his chest as his mouth eagerly works against your own.

Your whole body is on fire from the sensation, and when he finally pulls back, it’s the most you can do to blink up at him in a daze.

That had been, without a doubt, the best kiss of your life, and now, you simply want more.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Johnny grins. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, the Devil vanishes, leaving you at the crossroads, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

Three:

You can’t believe you’re here.

It’s only been two weeks, and Johnny has somehow already gotten you an audition as one of three openers for a pretty well-known band.

“How did you even swing this?” you ask, heart practically in your throat as you and Johnny wait for your turn to audition.

“I’m the Devil, remember?” He winks at you, reaching out to place a protective palm on your shoulder. “If I’m being honest, I could have gotten you an even bigger audition, for an even bigger group, but I figured baby steps would work best for you.”

“If this is a baby step-” you let out a whistle. “So is this a guaranteed thing? What are you going to do, smite my competition or something?”

Johnny lets out a loud laugh.

“Honey, if your voice could bewitch the Devil himself into making the trek up to Earth to personally take you on as a contract, this whole thing will be a piece of cake. It’s a formality, honestly,” he assures you. “You land this audition, you go with them on tour, you make a name for yourself, we pop out a number one hit for the summer, a great music video, and by next year, you could be on your own tour.”

“You’ve got this all planned out, huh?”

“I’m contractually obligated to,” Johnny teases. “What would be the point of a twenty-year deal if you spent a quarter of it just trying to get on top? I’m going to launch your career, honey, and it all starts here.”

Four:

You’re practically glowing, and it makes something stir in Johnny’s cold, dead heart.

Tonight was the first night of the tour, and your opening set had blown the whole audience away.

In Johnny’s not-so-humble opinion, it had been clear to a lot of people that you have more talent in your little finger than the headliners do in their whole bodies, but alas, schematics, schematics.

Johnny will have you on your own tour in a year, of that, he’s certain.

God, so many plans, swirling around in his ancient brain.

He wants to give you the world, and he could have done it already- but he knows you’re a fragile human, and he wants to give you time to adjust, too. He doesn’t want to break you, not so soon into your career.

He’s done it before, helped a struggling artist, shoved them into the limelight- then addiction had descended, and all hopes of glory had dwindled, drained from the artist the way they drained bottles every night.

No, Johnny wants to keep your purity intact; he wants to grow your strength, your confidence, until you’re able to take on the world, the way he knows you can.

To celebrate your great victory, Johnny takes you to a bar, and he can see the energy still surging through you as you have your first cocktail.

“That was insane!” you tell him, practically buzzing.

“You were amazing, honey, I knew you could do it,” he smiles, loving the feeling of your light as it glows around him. He hasn’t been around someone with an aura like yours in many, many years, and having been in the dark for so long makes him crave your light in a way he’s never craved anything.

“I want to dance!” you exclaim suddenly. “Come dance with me!”

He can’t refuse you as you grab his hand and lead him to the floor. Johnny’s generally not one to partake in human things like dancing; he often feels it’s beneath him, but tonight, for you, he’ll give in.

You’re already moving, swaying your hips and grinning as the music seems to consume you.

It’s one of the things he loves most about you, the way you clearly feel music- to get lost in sound, it’s a gift, one he’s only ever felt when he listens to you.

Johnny could do without the loud pop music blasting through the club right now, but again, for you, he’ll acquiesce.

Then, you shift closer, throwing your arms over his shoulders to tug him closer, and it makes Johnny’s skin tingle.

He can’t help the attraction he has toward you, which is saying a lot, since he generally hates humans.

Johnny’s hands find your hips, and the way you’re swaying now is practically bewitching him.

Your smile lights up your whole face, and it brings a sense of pride to Johnny, pride in knowing he’s the mastermind behind your newfound happiness. This isn’t just a contract to him, he knows that now, and part of him doesn’t mind that he has a personal investment in this.

It’s only two and a half months into your contract, but Johnny would be lying if he said he didn’t spend most of that time thinking about kissing you.

And right now, your lips are looking like perfection.

He must have gazed too long, because you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, leaning closer-

Johnny shouldn’t be doing this. He of all demons should know that getting involved with a contract is not a good idea- but as the King of Hell, who else can break the rules if not him?

Johnny gives in, he closes the gap, and you release a sigh as you mold against him, your body flush to his own.

His arms wrap around you, holding you tight as the kiss deepens, his tongue swiping against your lip before you open your mouth for him.

Now it’s Johnny’s turn to release a groan, his hand slipping down to grab your ass before he can even help himself.

Johnny prides himself on being a man of composure, but you’re making him come unraveled, unlike anyone has in hundreds of years.

It takes all of Johnny’s power to pull away from you, and he gazes down at your starstruck eyes. “We should get you back to the hotel,” he warns. “We’ve got an early flight.”

He sees the dejected expression that makes its way across your face, but you sigh, nodding.

You’re a good little songbird, and you already listen to everything Johnny says.

He loves how submissive you are, and he takes your hand, leading you out of the bar.

Five:

To your surprise, when Johnny had taken you back to the hotel, he’d dropped you off at your room and then gone his separate way.

Part of you had really thought tonight would lead to more for you, but Johnny is ever the controlled man you know him to be.

If only you had self-control like he does.

It’s two am, and you can’t sleep. You can’t get the thought of him out of your head.

It’s become something like an obsession, and your attraction to the Devil has only grown as you’ve spent more and more time with him.

You would have thought the Devil would be meaner, but he’s not. Johnny’s the best mentor you could have hoped for, opening every door that needs opening and supporting you in the most genuine way you’ve ever experienced.

With a groan, you stand up, slipping on your little slippers.

His room is next to yours, and your heart is racing as you step out into the hotel hallway.

Two quiet knocks and a moment later, Johnny appears at his door.

He’s still in a suit, like he always is, and part of you had hoped to catch him in perhaps a more vulnerable moment- but you should have known, this is the Devil, and he must always be on guard.

“No rest for the wicked, huh?” you say, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood.

“No rest for songbirds either, it would seem.” He flashes you a smile, and you relax instantly.

“Can I come in?”

Johnny pushes the door wider, and you step into his room.

It’s larger than your room, and the decor is completely different, all dark and marbled-

“In case you’re wondering, the door is a portal,” Johnny muses. “I prefer my own room to anything a hotel would have; the bed is much nicer, too.”

“Sometimes I forget you’re the literal Devil and have weird supernatural powers,” you laugh, still taking in the space. “So… is this like, your bedroom in your Hell palace?”

“I guess you could say that.” Johnny closes the door behind you, leaning back against it.

“It’s nice, actually.”

“Then don’t go close to the windows, and keep it that way.”

Your eyes shift to the glass wall in question. You can tell this room is high above the wasteland landscape, and even from this distance, you can see flickering lights that can only really be Hell fires.

A shiver runs through you, and you turn your back to the windows.

“So what do you need, songbird?” Johnny asks.

“I think you know what I need.”

The Devil grins. “I’d like to hear you say it.”

You take a deep breath, wrapping your arms around your pajama-clad body. “I need you.”

“You have me, it’s in our contract.”

You roll your eyes. “You know what I mean, Johnny.”

He stares at you for a moment. “If we slept together, wouldn’t this be an unfair power dynamic? I know how ‘woke’ you humans are nowadays. Think of it, you, a new singer, sleeping with her manager who also happens to be the Devil… what would the tabloids say?”

He’s making a joke out of it, but you appreciate that he’s even broached the subject of there being a power imbalance between the two of you. Because he’s right, the contract - and the fact that he’s the Devil - are major obstacles, not to mention, you don’t have a clue how much Johnny actually feels for you.

“If there had been a clause in our contract that by accepting, it would mean we could never be more than manager and client, I maybe wouldn’t have signed it,” you state.

Johnny lets out a loud laugh. “There was no such clause, I’m only preparing you for ramifications. I’m the Devil, honey, and regardless of what happens to us, I’ve agreed to be in your life for the next twenty years. For me, that’s just a blip, but for you, that’s a quarter of a lifetime, and I know how attached you humans can get.”

“Twenty years might be a blip, but I also agreed to an eternity as your songbird, so let’s face it, you’re stuck with me now,” you point out.

“I suppose I am.”

“And something tells me you’re getting attached, too. Something tells me I’m not the only one starting to feel something.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The way you treat me, with such care and compassion,” you point out. “You said it yourself, you could have given me to a minion to handle, but you didn’t. You offered up your time, which is valuable, so there must have been a deeper reason for that.”

Johnny looks you up and down. “Maybe my poker face isn’t as good as it used to be.”

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

“If we do this, I might not be able to control myself around you,” Johnny warns.

“I’d like to see that actually, you know… you, losing control.”

“Do you think you could handle it?”

“You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t.”

“Sometimes I think you forget that I’m the Devil,” Johnny muses, stepping closer to you.

“You might be the Devil, but you’re my Devil, it’s in the contract.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything else; he simply grabs your hips, tugging you to his chest.

You stare up at him, adoring the soft brown shade of his eyes and the way his lips look so full and kissable.

You can’t help yourself anymore; you close the distance, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to draw his mouth to yours.

There’s no need for waiting now, no need to hold back, so you throw yourself into the kiss. You part your lips, giving the Devil entry as he deepens things. His hand presses tighter to the small of your back, and between the pressure and the sensation of his lips, you find yourself at a loss for breath very quickly.

A moan slips out of you, and Johnny grins, then in one easy motion, he lifts you off the ground.

Your legs wrap around his hips, and he guides you toward the massive king-sized bed in the middle of the room. He sets you down on it, his mouth never leaving yours, and you welcome this change of position.

Johnny now has the opportunity to grind down against you, and he takes it, applying pressure to your core that has you whimpering even louder.

His lips move to your throat, teasing and licking, as if he’s claiming you.

Regardless of anything else in your life, your body, and Hell, your soul- they belong to Johnny, and something tells you that the Devil belongs to you too, for more than just the twenty-year contract.

His mouth continues to move down, and his hand grabs at the front of your button-up silk sleeping shirt. With one rough tug, he tears the fabric open, revealing your bare breasts to him. Your nipples are pebbled from the stimulus of his kiss, and from the way he groans at the sight of you, you know he’s enjoying himself as well.

Johnny immediately draws his mouth to your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth while he fondles the other with his hand.

It feels delightful to be worshiped this way, and you toss your head back against the bed, closing your eyes to bask in the sensation.

You smooth your fingers through his hair, not tugging, just encouraging. All the while, you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, your core practically throbbing already.

Then… Johnny begins to descend again, and your breath catches as he hooks his fingers in your sleeping shorts, slowly tugging them down your legs.

Johnny is still fully clothed in his suit and tie, yet you’re practically naked. There’s something so interesting about this dynamic, about the fact that the Devil seems to be more of a selfless lover.

You wonder if it’s something to do with him claiming you. Maybe he gets off on the knowledge that he’s still completely put together while you’re aching and desperate, naked and vulnerable for him.

The whole thing turns you on, and when Johnny sinks to his knees next to the bed, tugging you closer, you swear you must be in Heaven right now, not Hell.

Being with Johnny could never be Hell, and when his mouth makes contact with your pussy, everything else drifts away from your mind.

He’s gentle at first, licking your slit before circling your clit with his tongue. You can feel his eyes on you, and you whimper a sound of affirmation, shifting on the bed in an effort to get closer to him.

A chuckle escapes Johnny’s lips, and then he dives in fully.

He no longer holds anything back, and you cry out from the sensation of him eating you like a last meal.

Then you feel something interesting, he’s licking your clit, but the feeling is diferent-

You open your eyes and sit up a little, looking down at him. Johnny reacts to your motion by pulling back a little, and he sticks out his tongue for you, which is when you see it’s forked.

No fucking way.

The Devil has a forked fucking tongue, and it feels so fucking good as he goes back to licking your clit, stimulating you in every possible way-

You’ve heard about alien fucking kinks, about dildos that are all ridged or tentacled- but you’ve never been a ‘monster fucker’ kind of girl yourself-

Maybe that’s changed.

Because the Devil is - in practically every sense - a monster, and now, you’re reaping the rewards of supernatural body parts that are bringing you pleasure you’ve never experienced, never even dreamed of experiencing.

You can feel your orgasm rising quickly, and a tingle begins vibrating throughout your body.

“I’m close,” you warn him, clenching your eyes shut as your muscles start to tense.

Johnny simply growls, and the vibration does wonders for your clit.

Your thighs are beginning to shake, the cord in your abdomen clenching tighter and tighter-

Then Johnny does something you don’t expect, he pushes his tongue into your pussy, lapping at your walls- and fuck, it’s the biggest tongue you’ve ever experienced.

At the same time, he rubs his nose against your clit, providing just the right amount of stimulation in all the right spots.

You cum instantly, your core pulsing around his massive tongue as it continues to lick at you, lapping up everything your body wants to give him.

Your heart is racing, your body going practically numb from the force of your orgasm, and all you can do is scream in pleasure as Johnny works you through your high.

Your whole body is practically shaking when he finally lets up, and you open your eyes to watch the Devil lick his lips with his long, forked tongue.

“You taste like sin,” Johnny muses. “It’s my favourite flavour.”

Something about his words are so cheesy, and you find yourself giggling in your post-orgasmic state.

“You going to fuck me now, mister Devil?” you ask.

“I think I’m contractually obligated to,” Johnny grins.

You laugh. “I agree. So… take off that suit and let me see you.”

Johnny shakes his head at you, standing. At his full height, he towers over you as you lie in his bed.

He begins with his black suit jacket, which he lays on the foot of the bed. Then he moves to his waistcoat. It’s a deep burgundy colour, and it’s very fitting for him, but each button takes what feels like an entire age.

Once the waistcoat is undone, he gently sets it with his suit jacket.

Then, he goes to his cuff links-

“Can’t you just snap your fingers and be naked?” you groan.

“What would be the fun in that?” Johnny chuckles. “I like making you wait.”

“I don’t like it.”

“But you’ll be a patient girl for me, right, honey? A good, patient, little songbird?”

Your skin tingles at his words, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a glutton for praise.

With a sigh, you nod. “I’ll be good and patient for you, sir.”

“Sir?” His eyebrow raises. “I like the sound of that.”

You knew he would. He’s the Devil after all, although you hadn’t expected him to take the soft dom approach, he’s clearly a dom nonetheless, and all dominants like some sort of title.

Johnny doesn’t seem like the ‘Daddy’ sort, at least, not this early into your budding relationship.

Master had felt too overpowering for you, so Sir had fit best.

He begins to unbutton his black dress shirt, and your eyes take in each piece of exposed skin.

You realize he’s tattooed beneath the suits, hidden markings that become more and more visible with each passing moment.

“What do the symbols mean?” you ask, curiosity bubbling within you.

“All sorts of things,” Johnny shrugs, placing his shirt with the rest of his clothes. “Their an ancient demonic language, nothing you’d understand. Protection runes, anti-summoning crests, that sort of thing.”

“So, they’re strategic?”

“Everything about me is strategic, honey.” Johnny’s hands have now moved to his belt, and you swallow thickly as he undoes it.

He’s so well muscled and beefy; the tattoos were unexpected, but they only accentuate the power that radiates off of him.

You’re practically drooling now, heart thundering in your chest.

“I guess you’ve waited long enough,” Johnny grins, and with the snap of his fingers, he’s completely naked.

Your breath catches as you stare at his massive cock.

“How's that going to fit inside of me?” you squeak.

“It will fit,” he assures you.

“I’m glad you’re confident,” you tell him, an anxious laugh escaping you.

Johnny chuckles, shaking his head as he joins you on the bed. You’ve adjusted slightly so your head is on the pillows, giving Johnny the full length of the mattress to maneuver as he slots between your legs.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone before moving to your throat again, where he suckles on your sweet spot. “And you have to give me permission. Demons can’t enter humans without it.”

“You can’t fuck me without consent?” you ask in shock. “How progressive of you.”

Johnny only laughs, rubbing down against your, his massive cock prodding your wet hole and teasing your clit.

“I give you permission to enter me, Devil,” you tease, making him chuckle again.

“And I thank you for the permission.”

Johnny adjusts, reaching between your bodies to grab the base of his cock. He guides the tip to your entrance, rubbing it through your slick to gain some lubricant.

Then, he pushes into you, just an inch, but the stretch is huge. You cry out, latching onto his shoulders as your core tries to adjust.

He’s thrusting slowly, still restricting himself to an inch of penetration as you get used to his size. As always, Johnny’s able to read you, and he seems to know the exact moment you’re ready to take more of him.

This continues for a short time, slow, gentle thrusts, inch after inch, until he’s almost fully buried inside your wet, throbbing core.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking big,” you whimper, digging your nails into his broad shoulders.

“Taking me so well,” he coos, suckling your earlobe into his mouth.

“You can move,” you tell him. “I want to feel you.”

“Whatever you say, honey.”

Johnny brings his lips to yours as he begins to properly fuck you.

He’s slow moving, with each thrust splitting open your pussy, but each thrust helping your body aclimatize to him.

You’re also super turned on, and you can feel yourself practically juicing all over him. The extra lubricant does wonder to the sensation, and soon, nothing but pleasure fills you as Johnny starts to fuck you even harder.

“That’s it,” he groans. “I knew you’d be able to take me.”

“Johnny,” you whimper, kissing him desperately as ecstasy begins to overtake you.

“Squeezing me so fucking tight,” Johnny growls, railing into you with even more power.

God, he’s hitting every spot imaginable, and it feels perfect, like your bodies were always meant to be connected in this way.

“My perfect little songbird,” he coos, lips moving to your ear. “What pretty sounds you make.”

You’re not someone who can always cum from penetration alone, but fuck, nothing in your life has ever felt as good as this does.

Johnny adjusts your thigh, hiking it on your hip, and suddenly he’s going even deeper. It’s like you can feel him in your stomach, and for some reason, it’s not an unpleasant sensation. In fact, it makes your eyes roll back into your head, your lips parting as a desperate whine escapes you.

“My little cock drunk honey,” Johnny grins, fucking you even harder. “I always knew you’d be the best girl for me.”

His words go straight to your core, which is starting to throb around him with your impending orgasm.

“Going to come undone for me already?” he asks.

“Please, I’m so close-”

“You can cum, but I’m not done with you yet.”

“That’s okay, fuck, please just let me cum,” you whimper desperately.

“I’m not stopping you, let go, cum on my cock.”

A few more thrusts send you over the edge, and this time, when your core clamps down on his cock, it excentuates how massive he is. Your body hardly has any room to convulse around him, and the sensation of being this full has your body going into overdrive.

It’s one of the best orgasms of your life, being stuffed to the absolute brim with this Devil’s monster sized cock-

Pure ecstasy is practically vibrating through you, your skin tingling in the most delightful way as waves of euphoria surge through every inch of your body.

“Such pretty sounds,” Johnny groans, fucking you through your high until you’re gasping and clawing at his back. “My turn.”

He pulls out of you and you gasp, only to be manhandled onto your hands and knees.

Johnny presses his tip back into your core, grabbing your hips so he can push fully inside of you in doggy style.

Your thighs shake from the intrusion, heart racing in your chest.

Something about this makes sense- that Johnny would be careful for you, but now that it’s his turn, he wants you in this position. There’s something about doggy that screams ‘I claim you,’ and the wetness dribbling down your inner thighs only solidifies that fact.

He’s not holding anything back now, but you love the roughness of it. You love that he’s using you to find his own release, and you feel blessed in a way that you can be the one who provides it for him.

The sounds escaping him are like magic, and you wonder if this is how he feels every time he hears you.

It’s as if your souls have always sung to each other, but now, you’re singing together, and nothing has ever sounded this pretty, this perfect.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, and you love how you’re making him come undone like this.

“Please cum in me?” you whimper, arms starting to shake as you try to hold yourself in the position he wants. “I want to feel you so bad.”

Johnny’s grip on your hips tightens, and he pulls you back to meet each hard thrust.

You feel powerless, like a ragdoll, but there’s something so freeing about it.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you continue to cry, core still like a vice around him.

“Okay, songbird, you want to impress me?” Johnny groans. “Take it, take all of it.”

He pushes all the way into you, and you can feel him explode. You feel him coating your inner walls as he fills you to an impossible level.

Your toes curl from the sensation, your eyes closing, mind focused on the feeling of his throbbing cock burried deep inside of your wet pussy.

“That’s it,” Johnny growls. “So fucking good for me.”

It’s like he cums, and cums, and cums-

Some people have a kink for that sort of thing, and like the monster fucking situation, you never thought you were one of those girls- but fuck, Johnny’s making you realize all sorts of things about yourself tonight.

Finally, he lets out a groan, his grip loosening on your hips. He’s still for a moment, and you both struggle to catch your breath.

“I’m going to draw us a bath,” Johnny tells you with a sigh. “I’ll wash you up, then you need to sleep. We have a flight in the morning.”

“Whatever you say, Sir,” you tease.

A chuckle escapes him. “Twenty years of this. Contract of the millennium.”

You think you’re pretty lucky, too.

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There’s no sadness as your time runs out. You’ve lived a good Earth life. You’d had a very successful career, and you’d spent all of it with the best man you’ve ever known at your side as your guide and protector.

Now, your life contract is up, and Johnny collects.

It’s odd to be standing over your lifeless body, and Johnny had explained it would look like a heart attack- some mundane death, perhaps a little early for someone of your age, but nothing out of sorts either.

Your lover takes your hand, and the two of you approach the doorway that leads back to his Hell palace.

You’ve come to know this place well over the years, as it’s been a sanctuary for you both for some time now.

Johnny had mentioned something about aging together on Earth, but now that you’re back in his realm, you’re both reduced to how you looked when you’d met.

You turn to Johnny, who is as stunning as he always was in his prime. Sure, aging had brought a silver fox kind of aesthetic to the man, but there’s something sense of completion as you stare at him now.

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 4 months ago

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HI!! I LOVE YOUR WEIRD!READER!!! As a former middle school weird it heals my heart to see that others went through the same things I did! I was scrolling through your posts and I was wondering if weird!reader ever had a gacha phase 😃. I feel like they would have a weirdly successful gacha YouTube channel 😭 they would just be making those "Hated child is actually the Super Powerful Pink Princess Wolf Fairy!" And it would just be their self insert 😭 and the abusive family would look eerily similar to their own family 🙏👽

GACHA LIFE RAISED I'LL BE HAPPY TO WRITE ABOUT THIS!!!

Neglected weird black!reader definitely had a gacha life phase. Why? BECAUSE I DID!! Anywho, the reader still listens to gacha life music like "Lily" or "Angel with a Shotgun." Their playlist goes deep into different eras of gacha life, and yes, to this day, the reader watches gacha memes and gacha ex vs. ex. As for having a gacha account, it is so real because you use it as your personal diary, talking about your life at Wayne Manor. But you can't just name your whole family; you change it up a bit. Bruce? Nah, we got Brice. Jason? Nah, we got Mason. And the list goes on and on. Your "Devils Don't Fly" video that had millions of views is literally you and the Batfam. You think their angles are always glowing in the lights, not a single flaw to them, and that they're perfect. And there's you, the devil, the black sheep of the family. You don't belong at all. They're all calm and aloof, and there you are, someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, who is a bit childish and carefree, who likes geeky and nerdy things. But when you're put next to them, you feel ashamed of your interests. You feel embarrassed when you shouldn't be. You want to be special so badly, like how they are. Dick is handsome and smart and is an acrobat. Jason is smart and strong, great with books. Tim is super duper smart and mature, making you feel like a baby. Damian is so interesting; he's a literal assassin, so much more interesting than you are. Being the royal prince or princess of a faraway land, who's a hybrid witch, demon, werewolf with magical powers—because you deserve it! You deserve to be noticed. And at the end of every post, your family says sorry and they pull you into a big hug, and you finally feel accepted. But this is just a video; this is just a sideways storyboard. It's not real; it's just a caricature of your brothers and sisters, not the real them, because they wouldn't act like this. They wouldn't see you like this, but that's okay. Maybe one day they will. You're listening to "For the Love of a Daughter," and you relate so hard it's not even funny. Cass, Steph, and Babs are his daughters, but not you. Maybe he's embarrassed of you or you're just not strong enough, smart enough, or pretty enough. But you'd be whatever he wanted you to be—a son, a daughter, a soldier—whatever, just to have him hug you and call you his own. But you stopped making gacha stories about them; they didn't deserve to fill your mind and consciousness. You made stories for yourself and about what you like. Let's just pray they never find your gacha account, or else the next family meeting will be a little bit awkward.

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picaroroboto · 8 months ago

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in book Wuthering Heights almost everyone is against Heathcliff from the moment he's adopted into the Earnshaw family, insisting that he's "of the devil" because he has darker skin and that him being quiet and sullen is further proof of being evil by nature. When he's mistreated and abused by people who are convinced that he's awful it becomes like a self-fulfilling prophecy when he grows up into a mean and spiteful person, like how you can't be surprised when a kicked dog bites back. The novel is sympathetic to him at times, but it's also told from the perspective of an older Nelly who's grown to hate him as he's gotten worse, and it's also very Victorian, from a time period where it was believed that being in poverty was a sign of moral failing. If you read it in modern times you end up looking at it with knowledge of how cycles of abuse work, and see Heathcliff's character from a sort of nature vs nurture angle. The Limbus version of Heathcliff is basically plucked from the midpoint of the novel before this transformation is complete, his character is in thematic dialogue with that of the original.

In Canto 6 all of the antagonists - Linton, Hindley, Nelly, and the Erlking - all criticize Heathcliff by telling him in different ways that he hasn't changed at all, that he is incapable of changing, that he is and always will be a wretch. The abuse has seeped into the extreme of the Erlking's absolute self-destructiveness, where he's convinced that it would be better if every Heathcliff didn't exist. But he has changed, or at least started to, even the fact that he's returned to Wuthering Heights to confront his past and continues moving forward past everyone trying to tear him down counts for something. At the risk of sounding too sappy our Heathcliff has got something that the book version and seemingly every other Mirror World version doesn't, and that's friends - friends whom he can count on to bring him back when he's out of control, and who are still holding out hope for him.

Canto 6 is also the work of someone who very clearly read and loved the novel looking at the text and asking "Could anything change?". Say, if Heathcliff had stuck around eavesdropping for one second more to that one conversation and heard Cathy saying how much she loved him - well, I suppose things would have turned out better but there wouldn't have been a second half of the story then, but you want to ask this question anyways because you care about the characters. In some ways Canto 6 like a very good fanfiction and not just because it's a secondary work, but because it's striving for a better outcome for the pairing while also having a strong understanding and appreciation for the original, carrying through it's ideas, imagery, and themes while also looking at them differently. And because it takes the concept of AUs seriously.

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claudiafrankie · 7 months ago

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Your Role in the Relationship Vs. Their Role in the Relationship

Disclaimer: Tarot is not an evidence-based practice. You are in charge of making your own decisions.

Pile 1 - Moon

Alright, y'all are NOT being emotionally honest with each other and that's just that lol. Both of you guys are facing away from one another in this reading but the shared energy is the King of Cups clarified by the 7 of wands. Big, deep, raw, turbulent feelings between the two of you, but there is sooooo much defensiveness.

You are both showing up as pages which is telling - pages can (not always) indicate immaturity/lack of experience. The more positive angle, of course, is youthfulness, hopefulness, optimism. You are the page of pentacles clarified by the two of cups reversed. They are the page of wands clarified by the devil reversed. So I see you as a kid with their arms crossed and a pout on your face. What the fuck ever, I'm just gonna give my pentacle to someone else over here. With the two of cups reversed clarifying, you're probably giving this person the cold shoulder, or just in an energy of "i give up dude." I think you want to give your time and attention to this person but maybe don't want to surrender your pride, or be the one to step out of a more receptive stance into a more action-oriented one. You want this person to come after you but they aren't and it's making you sad.

With the page of wands clarified by the devil reversed for their role in the relationship, there is definitely a strong emphasis on sexuality on their part. They have probably fantasized about you/touched themselves to the thought of you, but feel guilty about it and are trying to release this (devil reversed.) They feel like they have been rejected physically/sexually by you and are trying to put on a front of "i don't care i didn't even want to fuck you that bad anyways" lol (they do, in fact, want to fuck you that bad.) But yeah this person is feeling like they need to cut ties either with you or a certain pattern that cycles in your guys' relationship.

I pulled another clarifying card for your role and got the ace of wands reversed, and then did the same for them and got the ace of cups reversed!! You guys are both so drained but in different ways.You feel this person tugging on your sexual energy and that wears you out physically and probably makes you feel kinda gross, and then this person is emotionally exhausted and feels like they don't know how to please you.

What both of you want/need from the other, neither of you is willing to give because you don't want to surrender your power in the situation or because you're afraid that if you do give them what they want then they'll just take it and you will be left with nothing and just have been used.

This person is emotionally repressed and you are sexually repressed lowkey. I think the sex with this person would be either crazy good or crazy disappointing - no in between. This feels very all-or-nothing with this person. And I think that's tied to the pages - there is some black and white thinking going on on both of your parts, underdevelopment in different areas of your guys' ways of thinking. Both of you are taking the stance of "i'm right you're wrong i want what i want and you're not giving it to me and that means that i'm not good enough and it also means that you're bad." This seems difficult and triggering, but if you're feeling like you are alone in feeling triggered by this relationship you definitely are not. This person feels like they need a full-on exorcism to break free from this.

The description for the moon oracle card that you chose is: "Our closest cosmic ally, the moon represents the feminine psyche and influences the ebb and flow of our emotional and gravitational tides. Notice how this beloved time keeper moves through her phases and the effect she has on your cycles of darkness and light."

Right now neither one of you feels safe with the other and you're kind of at a stalemate. It feels like both of you are afraid that making a move will result in a blow to your ego. I think you hold more power over this person that you may think... the guy on the 7 of swords in this spread is stealing 7 of swords from your person's side and bringing them to yours - you have taken something from them, consciously or otherwise. They resent you and are fascinated by you.

Take care pile 1.

Pile 2: Air

Alright y'all this was frustrating to read I will tell you that much lol. You might want to check out pile 1 as well, that reading was also kind of frustrating.

The cards representing your energy: 10 of wands clarified by the knight of wands. The cards representing their energy: 10 of pentacles reversed clarified by the 9 of pentacles. The shared energy between the two of you: 9 of wands clarified by the 6 of cups. And then to clarify your oracle card I pulled the emperor.

So you are the one putting in the bulk of the work, or at least you were. It's like the knight of wands took his last wand and is like "fuck this I'm out of here" lol. I think with the knight of wands being on your side, you have been the person putting in more time and energy into this relationship. And I think maybe that is a reality you have been putting off avoiding for awhile but now you are seeing it and taking action on it, which is cool.

I think you have been really weighed down by this relationship. The knight of wands also says to me that you have been having obsessive thoughts about this person, and maybe struggling to hold back outbursts towards them. If that is the case I applaud you for holding your shit together. It's like you've put so much work into this and they just aren't seeing it, or are choosing not to look at it. And you've worn yourself out, having tried everything you can think of to get this person to like you. I think this person benefits from this behavior btw. Like you are giving them so much of your power when you act like that, but again I see you galloping away on your mighty steed lmao and getting distance from this situation.

They are not looking long-term with this, or they don't really feel like they can. They are focused on themselves. Again, I think you pursuing them, energetically or physically, is boosting them up in ways you don't see. This person is not putting in nearly the same amount of work into this that you are. They could have a family already or be committed to something else, but I think they really want to just be able to do their own thing? Like the bird in a gilded cage thing. They have amassed a lot of wealth for themselves but they feel trapped maintaining all of their possessions.

This person, whether male or female, is very much taking the feminine role in the relationship. They're showing up in earth energy and you in fire. However... i pay attention to the directions that the people in the cards are facing, and the knight of wands is, again, getting the fuck up out of here lmao. So yeah I think this person is like committed and not going to step outside of the nice garden they have around them. If they are committed and are expecting you to go to them.... girl. lol. I'd gallop into the night too damn hahaha

The shared energy is the nine of wands clarified by the six of cups. You are both defensive and exhausted, and can't let go of the past. There are underlying feelings between the two of you that are so incredibly soft and sensitive, but it's like both of you have access to parts of the other that, if you talk to them in just the wrong way on just the right day, it sends them or you spiraling deeper into a healing crisis. I think you both make each other feel inadequate in some way, but it's like a deep basal level. Like the way you both naturally are, it makes the other person feels like who they are is not enough.

The air oracle card you guys picked says this: One of the four physical elements, air indicates action coupled with intellect. Like a cool, crisp breeze cutting through a mountain pass, the mind is sharply attuning to well-lain plans. Use this time of clarity as momentum to initiate change or to simply be present in existing conditions."

So yeah this clarified by the emperor feels like what i already described as how you are showing up - realizing how burdensome this relationship is and doing something about it, getting away from this person and the exhausting and probably cyclical dynamic between you. You are having clarity regarding your power in the situation, and that you are the one in charge of keeping yourself safe, and also the best equipped person for the job. You are gaining control over your thoughts, which is starting to bleed into your physical reality.

Keep going pile 2. Also, there's a lot of fire coming through for you - make sure you are getting enough rest. Real rest, not just laying in bed scrolling lol guilty

Pile 3: Memory

Alright pile 3 lets do it

The cards describing your role in the relationship are the page of swords clarified by the 8 of cups. The cards describing their role in the relationship are the 3 of swords reversed clarified by the page of cups. The shared energy between the 2 of you is the 5 of wands reversed clarified by the fool reversed.

You have kind of a "tee-hee" energy haha. Like you are 'looking away' from this person but you're really not. I decided to use a different deck than i normally do, which I think is also part of your reading. You could feel the need to take a new approach with this relationship, like you feel like you're at a loss and need to try something different.

But the page of swords in this deck is holding up her sword towards the other person but she kinda looks away bashfully. The figure in the 8 of cups has our back turned to us, but looks to your person as well. I think you are putting on a front that you don't really care or that you are carefree, but really there are some deeper feelings going on for you. I think you are feeling dissatisfied in this relationship and are waiting for this person to fulfill you in some way but so far have been disappointed. This relationship could remind you of your relationship with your mom, or you are reflecting on how you are behaving in this relationship and realizing that you are kind of behaving like your mom. The person in the 8 of cups looks longingly at the moon, which is tied to motherhood and femininity in its raw form.

You're keeping things light and keeping an eye on them. You are being playful in your communication and easy-going, maybe a tad impulsive, but curious in an endearing way. I think this person likes your curiosity, and they feel special that you are curious about them.

They are showing up as the 3 of swords reversed clarified by the page of cups... I think this person is going through it. They want to heal the situation between the two of you, the page of cups in this spread holds out her cup to you. Both pages are female, so this could be a same-sex relationship or some flavor of LGBTQ+.

I think on the surface of things this person is distancing from you, but internally they are crying out for you. The page of cups here is extending her arm as far as it will go, with her hand over her heart, kind of like she is protecting herself from rejection or feels extremely vulnerable even taking small steps towards you.

I think this person created some distance between you two and they want to bridge the gap. They are reaching out with their childlike feelings, their deep and true emotions, and you are kind of hesitant and taking a more cerebral approach. You're engaging, but you're hesitant. I think you can tell that this person is struggling in their life even if they haven't told you directly, so you are willing to hear them out, but at the same time you were kind of on your way out the door and then this person made a gesture so now you're... dawdling out the door haha

The shared energy between the two of you is the five of wands reversed clarified by the fool reversed. Yeah this feels a liiiiittle petty, not gonna lie. I think there is a desire to reconcile and make things work on both sides because you both can see the ways in which you are similar, and the ways in which you are similar are palpable and important and deep. There is an acknowledgement from both parties that this could really be great, but it could also be really terrible, and right now its just kind of muddy, neither wonderful nor devastating. It just feels like a slow motion wrestling match, where both of you want to put things on the normal speed and catch up with each other, and then also get rid of the chaos and just get to the bottom of this just the two of you without all the outside influences. It's like when you're in a dream and you're trying to run in water and then you wake up and your heart is pounding. You are trying desperately to get somewhere better than where you are now but both of you are having trouble seeing a way out. You both want a new beginning. There is work to be done if that is to happen. You are both aware of this.

The oracle card you picked was memory, which says this: "At times we find ourselves living in the past, surrounded by melancholy reminders of what once was. Like a beautiful daydream, our memories can sometimes lure us into thinking of the past as a more precious time, when in fact, the most precious time we have is now."

I clarified this with the 2 of swords. There is a decision to be made here, and its not being made. This is all very much grey, and I can see why you would be asking about this person in a tarot reading because it's very confusing. I think you would benefit from reflecting on what you truly want out of this with this person. It seems like what has happened in the past is, very understandably, heavily coloring the lens through which you are viewing this relationship. If things have occurred that you resent this person for, and will continue to resent them for, then that is totally understandable. It's like you are resenting this person and holding onto hope that they will go out of their way to fix things. And they're showing up as a page... so if you're not up for a bumpy ride, which is completely valid, then this might not be a relationship that is in your best interest to pursue.

Take it easy pile 3, you are funky fresh and full of light

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funwithballgags · 9 months ago

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Halloween is coming soon, l and she wanted a different costume this year.

As a tradition her boyfriend always arranged the costumes. So this year she ask her best friend to arrange the costumes for this year. She complained that all her past costumes were to simple, and childish. She wanted her costume more adult and sexy. Something like a sexy devil.

Her best friend said: okay I have a new costume for you, let’s try to fit this costume: and no matter if you like it or not, promise me this is what you will wear this Halloween… let’s make a deal with ‘the devil’.

She agreed, because she thought she found the perfect sexy devil costume.

Then she put on the lingerie and the devil ears, and said “okay this is sexy, but only lingerie, I think you have some accessories with this?”

Then her friend smiled a little bit naughty. And overpowered her and started to tie her up, and gagged her with a ball gag. And said: “ now your character is complete, and your Halloween act is called: the Angle vs Devil battle. And I’m going to wear an angle costume.

I think it’s going to be a great Halloween, you have the costume you asked for and we are going to hangout on Halloween… don’t you love it?

She is trying to mumble: not what I had in mind..

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𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 ; steven grant | one-shot |

summary: you reckon your boyfriend deserves something good after the terrible day he’s had.

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!steven grant.

trope: established relationship + bf has a bad day, gf makes it all better.

genre: fluff + slight angst + some comedy + romance.

warnings‼️: donna’s bitch ass 😒 i HATE her bro oh my godd + crude language + steven’s had it rough + suggestive (they make-out for a lil bit, reader wears lingerie) + heavy implications of sex.

word count: 1,745.

random disclaimerrr: heard MashedPotato’s full Birthday x Pillowtalk remix on soundcloud & GYAT they cooked 🙏🏽 italics = steven’s inner thoughts & bold = marc’s inner thoughts. psa: steven grant is my pretty princess 😊 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

Steven’s upset.

You hate when he’s upset.

In your eyes, he deserves nothing but good things and a full night’s sleep.

Alas, he can’t have both.

He sighs into the phone and you can hear the exhaustion in it. You can almost feel it, too.

“‘m just ready to come home to you.” He chuckles dryly.

“Hm.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

It’s times like this when you wish you could handle another person’s problem.

You know how much of a bitch his boss, Donna, is. You don’t believe her. You can’t fathom just how annoyingly rude, pathetically rude, and disrespectfully rude someone can be, let alone to Steven.

He’s your golden boy, the best man alive. The love of your life.

How can someone hurt the feelings of a guy that doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body?

To know he’s being treated like shit and know you can’t do anything about it irks your soul.

“Alright, love, I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you tonight?”

You beam at his reminder. “Mhmm.”

“I love you.”

You’ll never get tired of hearing that.

“I love you.” You echo with butterflies swarming around your ribs.

You end the call and think about every time Steven’s had to go through a rough patch because of her; the Devil incarnate.

And maybe that’s a bit of an overkill but you digress. She is a bacon dripping, miserable, awful, obtuse angle of a two-faced cunt.

And you know what else? Maybe you will do something about it.

Your boyfriend is exhausted.

It’s nothing like tiredness after a night’s work of acting as Khonshu’s right hand, but it’s something.

His eyes threaten to close on him not too long before his body starts to weigh heavier each step he takes.

Just gotta make it to the elevator.

He’s hopeful, but it doesn’t last long. There’s a dreaded sign that forms the letters he wishes weren’t there.

Out of order. Use the stairs.

He stares blankly at the white piece of paper with the black, bold words staring right back at him. As if it’s mocking him.

He sighs deeply and begrudgingly moves up the four flights of stairs. Every time he blinks, he imagines his bed.

It's not too hot but not too cold.

You’re in your designated spot right next to him, curled up under the blanket watching some movie.

Steven fishes for his key to open up his little paradise.

It’s almost dark. The only sources of light being the outside hallway he stands in and the faint orange tint emitting from the direction of his bedroom.

“Love?” He calls out.

You don’t answer him. You want him to come to you and see for himself so you wait. Patiently, excitedly.

He closes the door and passes by his reflection where Marc is telling him to follow the light.

She’s in there, I can feel her.

“I know.” He hums softly.

Steven can feel Jake’s curiosity.

The mysterious man doesn’t talk much but when his presence is needed, his actions tend to speak for him.

Steven knows this because he could feel the restlessness in the brooding man when you wouldn’t pick up your phone— a curse of your ringer always being on silent mode.

“What’s going on-?”

His mouth dries up. His jaw goes slack and his eyes are cartoonishly large.

Wide awake now, huh?

Steven doesn’t bother to answer. Not when he’s too busy gawking at you.

You’re on your side, an elbow propped up to give your head an angle of his entrance. Your legs are slightly bent at the knee and your other arm rests on the curves of your side.

Lacy red lingerie and the warm, rich smell of amber cloud his senses.

You see him visibly change; his shoulders drop their tension, he straightens up his back a bit and the muscles on his face relax.

You definitely don’t miss the way his dark eyes run a trail across your body and when they meet your eyes, you recognize him.

“Go back inside, Marc.”

He scoffs. “Oh, come on. Seriously?”

Your face doesn’t change and when he realizes he won’t change your mind, he retreats.

“Alright, alright.” He raises both hands to show complacency.

“But I’ll be watching.”

He winks at you and before you can scold him, he’s gone. Left just as fast as he appeared.

Your sweet Steven is still blushy and nervous, his gaze darting all around the room. From the candles to the rose petal covered bed.

He picks up a petal and blinks.

He’s touched.

“All this… f’me?” He asks so gently, it melts your heart.

You sit up at the front of the bed; he’s between your knees and he looks down at you while you look up at him.

“Why, you expecting someone else?” You lightly tease.

You stand from the bed and he backs up a bit to give you space but you quickly close it.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he gulps. His hands are a bit shaky but he still has an ounce of courage to place them on your hips. His fingers subconsciously press into the flesh.

You pull him closer and his eyes zero in on your painted lips.

“I know you’re probably tired from today,” You murmur. “but I don’t want you to think about that right now.”

You pry a stubborn curl away from his face and bask in his gaze. The pad of your finger traces along the edge of his nose and he laughs through his nose.

His chin turns downwards but you tilt it back up. His eyes look back and forth between yours, searching for the comfort he’s desperate for. And you give it to him.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, one to his nose, and a last one to his lips.

He melts into your affection and his mind slips away from the terrible recollection of that day’s past events.

His hold on your hips warm your cold, almost-naked body. Your lips intertwine with his and you hear him mumble.

“What did you do?” He muses.

You throw your head back and giggle incredulously.

“What did I just say!”

He smiles at the sound of your joy but he couldn’t help himself. He had to know.

“You’re in a better mood than I am, that means something.”

You roll your eyes playfully and kiss him breathless.

You grab a fistful of his luscious curls and he groans into your mouth as you tug lightly.

You take a couple steps backwards and almost have him when the familiar snap of a bra strap breaks you apart.

You wince. “Ow- what the fuck-?!”

That look on your boyfriend’s face tells you it isn’t that gentle, sweet-natured man you adore.

“Marc.” You warn.

“I’m sorry, honey, I had to! You look so fucking beautiful right now and I’ve always wanted to do that-”

You place your palm on his lips, shutting him up.

“Okay, look. You’re gonna give him the body for the rest of the night and I will see you tomorrow morning. Sounds good?”

He raises an eyebrow at your directions and grabs a handful of your thighs, pulling you flush against him.

“You’re so hot when you’re bossy. You know that?”

“Yeah.” You smirk.

He quickly pecks your lips and you can’t help but smile at his eagerness.

“Tomorrow morning.” You promise.

Before Steven changes his mind, you turn around and push him on the bed, quickly climbing on top of him.

His eyes grow once more at your actions.

“Please, Steven. No more interruptions this time.”

He sits up and watches you sit down his lap.

“O-okay.”

His heart speeds up as you plant your hands on his shoulders once again and work your way up.

Your kisses stain his neck and he shudders under you.

It’s strange, how he can never get used to your affection. All his life, all he’s ever wanted was tender care and now that he’s got it; he doesn’t know how to act.

You hear him grunt and sigh. He turns and angles his head so you can have more access.

You’re man’s a quick learner.

His hands wander your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Your lips touch his jaw and he’s putty in your hands. They graze over the skin a bit before you whisper, “You with me so far?”.

“Mhm.”

He’s on autopilot.

He feels the familiar sensation of your grin on his skin and he pulls back to see it in all of its glory.

He’s staring at you but all you see back in his eyes is the woman who’s most deserving of it.

It’s kind of poetic, actually.

You know how people say sex leaves your skin with a sort of ‘afterglow’? Like, there’s a visible light in your face, skin, and eyes. One that can’t be ignored.

“Is there something on my face?”

Well, he can’t not wonder out loud. The man’s been getting stares, sly grins, even a pat on the back from the janitor.

You really don’t know.

Steven rolls his eyes.

“I don’t think I would’ve asked if I knew, mate.”

Marc huffs amusedly at his sass but answers him nonetheless.

It has to do with your… activities last night.

Steven feels his face warm at the mention but what did that mean?

An afterglow, Steven. It’s literally all over your face.

“Bollocks.” He whispers.

Yeah, she had plenty of those.

Steven groans at his crude remark. “That’s what we’re doing. Seriously?”