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amourdivine · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒?

hey loves! i hope you’re doing well. i made a little poll & many of you have voted for this pick a card. so today we’ll find out what people assume about you based on your looks! i felt called to do five piles for this reading for some reason. i think many different people will be interested! please feel free to leave feedback & let me know if this resonates. follow your intuition and remember to never take something that doesn’t truly align with you. xo! ♡

how to choose your pile. take deep breaths for a few minutes & look at each and every one of the piles separately. which pile(s) sparks a feeling inside you? which pile(s) gives you a strong memory or calls out to you the most? take your time and feel free to come back to it later.

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disclaimer. this reading is for entertainment purposes only. tarot is a divination tool designed to help you design your life & align it with your best intentions. it is not a substitute for medical and professional advice, nor is it meant to be taken as such. i do not take responsibility for any choice(s) made by you or others regarding my readings. please remember you are responsible for life and in power of it! ♡

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♡ ♡ ♡ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄. your cards: the hermit rx / queen of cups / page of cups / the hanged man / king of pentacles / the world.

Definitely my introverted, quiet or shy pile. People assume you’re in your own world and you’re not very easy to open up. They might have a hard time reading you or approaching you, mostly because you could be very dreamy and in your imagination a lot. Even as they speak to you, they feel as if you’re not listening. You look like something out of a fairy tale to them, even a bit surreal and unrealistic. They think you’re very romantic, but they assume you’re out of touch with reality, although you have a very rich inner world. It might even make them underestimate you or believe that you’re not very experienced, indecisive and idealistic. I think you may not pay attention to strangers or people around you very much, so it’s easy for them to make assumptions out of very little. Do you also wear headphones a lot, pile one? You seem very artistic, unique, but like I said.. out of touch.

They see you in your own little world, minding your business, doing your own thing & not really telling anyone. So they wonder what’s going on in your life. I don’t think you post a lot on social media and if you do, it’s not something that gives a lot away. You might not even have Instagram or Facebook, so that makes them fascinated and very drawn by you. I know this is more so about their assumptions, but they get in their head a lot when it comes to you, because there isn’t much that you give away for them to assume. I think people might wish to know you better at a party or another social gathering, but you’re probably not the type of person who attends social events that much. But you really don’t give them much, which may annoy them a little & makes people unsure of how to approach you because they don’t find it easy. I’m also hearing “fairycore” for this pile and some of you could like thrift-shopping or wear vintage clothes and love classic books. You have a tight-knit social circle and they usually assume you’re very selective about it, so they just watch you from afar and try to make accurate assumptions about you. Major Pisces and Virgo energy. Nonetheless, you leave a very cryptic idea of yourself in people’s minds and that kind of makes them even more curious, pile one. If you enjoyed this reading, please consider booking a personal reading with me! ♡

♡ ♡ ♡ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎. your cards: wheel of fortune / nine of pentacles / seven of wands / four of pentacles rx / ten of wands / six of cups.

People notice your looks, pile two. Right off the bat, whatever choice of style you might prefer, you make things look very expensive, so they assume you’re very rich and spoiled. Some of them might even be intimidated and assume that you’re very assertive, confident and powerful - even if you aren’t. I’m hearing “mayor’s daughter,” so they assume you come from a wealthy family and have important connections. They think you spend a lot at the mall and honestly, some people could even assume you’re careless with your money or very self-indulgent. I think people may even feel like your presence is off putting because it triggers a lot of jealousy from them. I can practically see two people gossipping to themselves, asking each other how lucky you are to be so beautiful and rich. They feel like it’s unfair how blessed you seem. Remember, whether you think it is true or not, this is merely what they assume.

Some of them think you’re a model or have the potential to be. I’m getting that a lot of people are quick to make assumptions about you and they could project or carry their own prejudices onto you. If they’re in a committed relationship, they’re worried that you might steal their partner away or threaten their relationship, which is honestly kind of ridiculous, right? You have a youthful face and might have a very beautiful and cute laugh or smile. I think some of you might donate to charity or do volunteering work as well, because you are actually a very generous person, but people mostly assume that you’re a bit shallow and “catty.” I know it’s unfair, pile two, but let them talk. You’re a star! Some placements I got were Leo and Libra, also Sagittarius. If you enjoyed this reading, please consider booking a personal reading with me! ♡

PS: For a very, very select few of you, if you’re thinking about ending some sort of friendship or relationship that has turned sour, I think you definitely should, pile two. Not everyone has our best interests at heart and people who love to gossip are not good company.

♡ ♡ ♡ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. your cards: three of swords / the magician / eight of cups / seven of wands / temperance / two of swords.

It was a bit difficult to interpret your pile, especially with so many cards that kept giving me opposite energies, but what I’m immediately seeing is that people see a lot of power in you. Based on your looks, they could see a lot of radiance, but they’re drawn more towards your mind / personality rather than your looks. They wonder what’s beneath your cool façade. If anything, I see a lot of people commenting or wondering about your personal & social life because nothing here gives away much. All of the people in these cards are alone, so I think you have very few friends and might not really trust people easily or that much.

They see someone who is very powerful and intelligent, but people wonder what you’ve been through to acquire so much experience and wisdom. You probably have no trouble standing your ground, saying no and walking away from things that have hurt you. People might be scared to approach you because they sense a duality from you: The Magician who can easily make anything happen and the Seven of Wands who fights whenever necessary. You might have been caught up in some drama in your previous connections and maybe people worry if you’re okay. I think you have a very serious demeanor, you might not look people in the eyes a lot or even seem very interested in them without knowing, so they wonder if you’re mocking them, if you’re bored or mad at them. Also, people usually make different assumptions about you, so they’re conflicted over what is really true and what really isn’t. I think you’re more interested in being successful, studying and working, pouring onto your own cup rather than worrying about what people assume.

So, it’s like they know it doesn’t matter because you won’t listen or take their assumptions personally. I think you’re much more logical than emotional, so it takes people a lot of guessing & mental energy to try and get something out of you. However, I don’t think you react very emotionally to whatever it is that they say. You’re very much in your own lane and you value your own opinions / thoughts much more than their assumptions. I’m getting some Capricorn, Aries and Virgo energy. If you enjoyed this reading, please consider booking a personal reading with me! ♡

♡ ♡ ♡ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. your cards: five of swords / three of pentacles rx / the world rx / page of pentacles / queen of pentacles rx / seven of swords.

Do you suffer from bitch resting face, pile four? This pile feels a bit like pile three, but a lot more feisty. People might perceive you as angry more often than you think. I think people are really intimidated by you and you might look or act older than you are. They could think you see right through them, especially if they’re lying to you. I think you have little to no patience for gossip and mind games, so people find your ways intimidating or threatening - especially if they are your classmates or co-workers. I’m mostly getting the latter. You could be in a leadership position and if not, you could aspire to that. People assume you’re extremely competent, but also very, very competitive. And let me tell you, they’re thrown off by that!

People might also assume you’re very, very independent. You have that kind of “I don’t need anyone” energy and it comes off strong! Your beauty could be very regal and classy. People assume you come from a very rich background, but they’re also intrigued by your intellect. However, they also assume you’re a bit unfriendly, nitpicky and perfectionistic, even? They’re super afraid of you upon first glance for some reason. Something about you makes them shiver and it might be about you having “brains & beauty,” so they usually assume you’re very arrogant, stubborn and conceited even before you speak to them. I pulled out one more card to get more of an idea (don’t tell the other piles!) and I got the Five of Wands. Pile four, people are so scared of you, it’s almost insane. Unlike the previous pile, though, I think it’s because you’re naturally outspoken and you’re not afraid of calling people out - so they’re naturally worried you’re going to say something that’ll cut through them. You’re not the kind of person who’s afraid to express their thoughts and feelings, although I don’t think you’re aggressive at all, people might assume that you’re a diva and you’re difficult to deal with. I’m hearing “You Need To Calm Down,” by Taylor Swift. A lot of Leo, Aries and Aquarius energy from this pile.

♡ ♡ ♡ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. your cards: ten of wands / death / two of swords / king of wands / ace of cups rx / seven of pentacles.

People assume you’re extremely hardworking, pile five. I’m actually believing it’s not only an assumption, but likely the truth. They see you as someone wise, patient and you have something very striking and powerful about you. They even see you as someone who is or could be a great leader, but they have a hard time getting an emotional response from you - some people might even see you as frigid or emotionally repressed because you are wise and careful about your choices and your words.

I’m not necessarily getting this Two of Swords is in an indecisive or overthinker way. I think people simply assume you have a good head on your shoulders and you’re always ready to make the shots when necessary. People might speak a lot about your academic and work accomplishments, since I’m seeing people in suits, a lot of university students and teachers as well. By the way, people assume you don’t rest much! They feel like you’re always up to something important regarding your future and you’ve always got a backup plan in mind. With Death, I think they simply see you as some kind of superhero who can never be defeated and always comes back stronger? Something about you makes them feel like you’ve been through a lot and came back stronger on the other side, like you’ve endured many hardships through life. You definitely make a very remarkable first impression because you’re not the kind of person who makes foolish choices and you might be very professional.

However, they assume you’ve had to fight for it rather than being immediately born into this success. They assume you’re fair and you know when to strike, you know how to rebuild yourself and most of them assume you’re very self-reliant and independent. Overall, people assume you’re a hard-worker and a very stable person, pile five. People might often come to you for advice because you seem to be the kind of person who’s “been there, done that.” Really heavy Scorpio and Aries vibes. If you enjoyed this reading, please consider booking a personal reading with me! ♡

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sanisse · 2 years

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Hands Up, Palms Out, I’m at Your Mercy Now | Elrond x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: This wasn’t a request. I’m working on those, but this has been banging around in my head since before starting this blog and I’ve been slowly chipping away at it. Elrond takes the reader’s virginity at her request. Non-established relationship. They get together at the end! :)

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (pretty dang hot if I do say so myself).

Warnings/tags: first time, getting together, friends-to-lovers, penetrative sex, fingering, oral sex, cuddling, fluff & romance

Word count: 5k WHOOPS

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Your legs feel like jelly as you knock on the door to Elrond’s study. Part of you can’t believe you’re really asking this of him. The rest of you is screaming to get it out before you lose your nerve.

He calls for you to come in. You step inside and shut the door behind you. His study is always so comforting, with its overstuffed reading chairs, the neatly-shelved rows of books, the golden sunlight streaming in through the high windows to glint off the mahogany bookcases. Elrond is at his desk working on some letters, wrapped in a velvet indigo robe, face pinched with concentration. He looks up from his paperwork and his expression softens. He sets down his quill.

“I can come back later if you’re quite busy.” It rushes out of you before he can even greet you.

“What is the matter? You’re shaking,” he says, getting to his feet. Of course he notices. He crosses the room to take your hands in his bigger warm ones. His voice is laced with concern. “What can I do to help?”

“No— I—“ you bite the inside of your cheek, unable to look up at him. This could ruin everything but you can’t think of anyone else you’d rather do this with. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything,” he says immediately.

You don’t even know where to start. It’s building up inside your ribcage, filling your lungs. You can hear your own heartbeat. This really could ruin everything. He’s your best friend— he’s so good to you—

“I should go,” you say, too anxious to stand it. “This was a bad idea.”

When you pull away, his grip tightens— not imperiously, only with the worry of a healer. “Will you sit and tell me what has you so anxious?”

“I don’t want to sit,” you say. You feel as if you’re about to combust. Sitting down won’t help.

Elrond doesn’t say anything. He studies you. His gaze is as sharp as one of his scalpels. He’s patient, though, waiting to see what you’ll say. You try to swallow, to get the words out; you still haven’t the slightest clue of how to begin.

“Elrond, I—“ it sticks in your throat and then turns into: “You know I haven’t…been with anyone?“

You glance up at him and see he’s frowning, and immediately you have to look away. For some stupid reason your mouth just won’t stop talking and you tumble into: “In bed. Sexually. I haven’t been with anybody sexually. I haven’t— I haven’t had sex.”

You feel hot all over. Elrond’s still quiet. When you manage to meet his eyes, he looks perplexed.

“And this…bothers you?” he says at last. He strokes the backs of your hands with the pads of his thumbs and gives them a squeeze.

“No! I mean— well— yes. A little. I just—“ you don’t know how to say it. “I—I want to. I want to know what it’s like, I’ve just never— I’ve never found the right person—“ until now, “—someone I felt like I could trust. It just— feels like this big hurdle now and I’m tired of it and I— I want to.”

He’s quiet again, watching you. You can’t read the expression on his face.

You swallow again and break eye contact. “I just want my first time to…I want it to be with— with someone…like— I don’t know—“ You’re starting to tremble again. Elrond still hasn’t said anything. For once you wish he’d be less patient. You chew on your lip and finish in a small voice: “I want it to be with someone like you.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. Instinctively, you pull away from him, drowning for distance.

The silence that stretches between you is awful and heavy. Elrond is the first to break it.

“Are you asking me to be your first?”

Just like you can’t read his face, you can’t read his voice either. Your eyes grow hot and your vision fogs and you wish you could just disappear.

“I’m sorry— I know it’s— you’re my best friend and I don’t want to ruin that— I just— I know that you’d— you’d be so good. You’d be really gentle and I just— I feel so safe with you—“ your voice wobbles and then cracks.

He closes the distance between you faster than could be believed. He’s right there, so solid and warm and radiating kindness and feebly you wonder if you haven’t completely ruined everything the two of you have. Elrond takes your face in his hands, coaxing you to look at him. When you do, his smile is soft for you, gray eyes shining. He leans down to kiss your forehead.

“I am honored,” he murmurs. “Truly. I am honored that you trust me so.”

Relief smacks you like a wall of water. The tears you’ve been holding back spill over. He makes a little displeased sound and rubs at them.

“You haven’t ruined anything,” he promises. “Is this truly what you want? You have thought about it at length?”

You nod, leaning into his touch.

“Give me some time,” he says. “I will not say yes or no now, but rest assured that regardless— I still care for you deeply and nothing has changed.”

Your mouth twists and you nod again. Elrond pulls you into a tight hug and holds you. When you bury your face in his shoulder and heave a shuddering breath, he rubs your back and holds you that much tighter.

—

True to his word, nothing changes. The two of you still go for your long walk; you still read on the porch that sun-drenched afternoon; you still join him in the Hall of Fire with the rest of his house and sit at his table while Glorfindel teases him about his bad jokes and Lindir anxiously hovers from goblet to goblet, trying to be useful, until Elrond eventually begs him to sit down and eat something.

You go on one last walk together to watch the moon rise, then take the path back to the house arm-in-arm. When it comes time to part your separate ways, Elrond turns to face you, taking your hand.

“I truly am honored,” he says at last. You brace yourself, ready for the ‘but’, and he goes on: “This is a precious gift: letting me share this with you. I accept.”

It knocks all the air out of you. You look up at him in wide-eyed shock. “Truly?”

One corner of his mouth turns up in a little half-smile. He dips his head. “Truly, dear one.” Then, his voice takes on a more serious note. “But there will be no Bonding. I will be closed to you, and you to me. I will not risk an accidental tethering.”

You agree, shoving down the strange disappointment that rises in your chest. Of course this is how it must be. Elrond had no reason to want to Bond in that way. You’re friends. It was good to set a clear boundary.

“When shall we do it, and where would you be most comfortable?” he asks.

“My room?” You offer. And then you say, “Tomorrow? Or—if that’s— if that’s too soon—“

He takes your hand and squeezes it. “The choice is yours.”

“Tomorrow night?” you repeat. “I’m just— I’m worried that I’ll overthink if we put it off too long— but if you need more time or— or you’re busy—“

Elrond shakes his head. “I will make time. Tomorrow night, then. Very well.”

You share a hug, then go your separate ways.

—

Elrond is so calm at dinner the following day. You wish you could have half his composure. You hardly eat, completely unable to tell if the way your stomach twists is anxiety or anticipation. After dinner, the two of you go for your usual walk. In the quiet space between the rustling leaves overhead and the trilling crickets, Elrond softly asks:

“Are you still certain you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you say at once. “Yes. I am.” You’re perfectly aware of how your anxiety is radiating off of your body.

He offers you his arm. “Shall we head back?”

You give him a tentative smile and let him walk you to your room.

The two of you slip in together— Elrond first, then you. When you shut the door and the latch clicks, your stomach ties into all sorts of knots again. You have no idea what to expect.

Elrond, to your surprise, simply gathers you up into a tight hug, resting his cheek on the top of your head. Your breath hitches, then rushes out of you. He’s so warm and solid. He makes you feel so safe. His heartbeat ticks steadily away in your ear. When he pulls back at last to take your face in his hands, his expression is soft and full of affection.

“Would you like to be kissed?” he asks.

Your stomach flutters. “Yes.”

Elrond dips down and captures your lips with his own.

Somehow, this feels no different to any other touch you’ve shared. Elrond loves gently, deeply, generously. Every touch is infused with warmth. His kisses are no different.

He kisses you just the once, then draws back to gaze into your eyes. There is a gravitas to his gaze which you have always admired. It draws you in.

“We can stop at any time,” Elrond says, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Just tell me if you wish to.”

You nod, then wet your lips and say nervously: “I— I don’t really know what I’m doing— I’m not going to be any good—“

Elrond interrupts, “I seek no benefit for myself. Let me take care of you.”

You swallow and nod once. Elrond gravitates down again to brush his lips against yours. His breath ghosts over your mouth, warm and even. Your eyes flick up to his. He doesn’t press any further.

Tentatively, you stand on your toes to close the distance yourself, and kiss him.

You feel him smile against your mouth. He kisses you back, sliding his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck, cradling your head. Then, he leads you into a second kiss, this time a little more openmouthed, but still sweet. You can’t help the little sound that escapes you, so close to a whine that you blush and pull back to duck your head with a nervous, half-embarrassed laugh.

“Sorry—”

He presses his fingers beneath your chin to tilt your head back towards his. His gray eyes are warm and bright and fond. “Do not be.”

Elrond kisses you once more, just briefly and chastely, and then takes your hand and leads you to sit with him on your bed.

There is a gravity to him that sucks you in. Despite your nerves, you still lean in for another kiss, resting one trembling hand on his thigh, wanting to be so much closer, but too shy to do much. You’ve done this before with others, gotten this far. Never farther. You don’t know how to get where you want to go, but he’s promised to guide you. You trust him. You trust him. You trust him.

Elrond’s mouth wanders: just the dry brush of his soft lips against your cheek, then he presses a kiss to your ear, then trails down to kiss your neck just at your thundering pulse. A delicious shiver slides up your spine. Your fingers on his thigh twitch and you curl them into a fist.

“You can touch me,” Elrond murmurs against your skin.

“I don’t know how,” you whisper back, horribly shy.

Elrond pulls back and adjusts to sit cross-legged, then curls his fingers— confident but undemanding— around your hip and tugs, guiding you to straddle his lap. Your heart lurches and speeds. You settle. He coils one arm around your waist and tucks some of your hair behind your ear with his free hand.

“Any way you like,” he tells you.

You’re so close that you can feel the way his voice rumbles in his chest. The starlight filtering in from your window paints his face into chiseled lines of blue and silver. He hardly looks real. You reach up and graze your knuckles along the curve where the light splashes against his cheek. He leans into it, eyes slipping closed.

Feeling a little braver, you feather your fingers over his mouth, tracing the shape of it. His eyes open, dark and pitch-blue, somehow comforting despite the depth, and he kisses your fingertips. The way he looks at you makes your stomach flutter. You’ve thought about this, if you’re honest with yourself. You’ve seen what he looks like under his robes, seen him training with Glorfindel in the courtyard in nothing but a pair of leather trousers and boots— a creature carved from power, not quite an elf and not quite a maia and not quite a man— and yet somehow he is here, just at your fingertips.

Without thinking, your hand wanders down to the clasp of his robe.

You stop and look at him.

He’s still smiling.

He unclasps the pin with his free hand in one deft motion and leaves the rest for you.

You curse the way your hands shake as you push the first button through its loop. Then the second, then the third. Elrond shows no resistance, only rubs circles on your hip with the pad of his thumb that drive you almost to distraction.

The robe pools around his shoulders as you free it. You hesitate at the laces of his shirt. It’s then that it hits you:

This is really happening.

You never thought you would ever get this close. Your tongue feels like its turned to sand in your mouth, you’re so nervous. Your stomach winds in knots. Fear is a spike of ice, skewering you from crown to root. I don’t want to mess this up—

It’s Elrond who unlaces it, lets the robe fall to the bed, lets go of you long enough to tug his shirt over his head and cast it aside, then gently takes your hand and places it, palm first, to his heated skin.

You suck in a breath.

Your eyes lock. He is still open and warm and fond. His heart pulses beneath your touch, steady and sure, just a little faster than you remember it ever being.

He is built like a Vala.

It’s different. It’s so different being this close. So close you could press every inch of your body against every inch like his—- and you want to, Elbereth you want to.

Your head falls to his shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck, and you begin to map every shape. Every muscle. Every time you hear his breath hitch, your confidence grows. You map the sensitive places: the line of his breastbone, the way his stomach quivers and flexes when you drag all five fingers down the flat plane of it.

“Are you learning me by heart?” he whispers.

“I already know you by heart,” you whisper back.

But it’s different when you’re this close.

You lift your head in a burst of courage to kiss his neck, and you think you hear him whine.

“You can touch me,” you repeat his words back to him.

He does.

Just as in everything else: he is patient and self-assured, every touch infused with tender reverence. If he hesitates, its out of respect. Each time he does, you murmur your encouragement. He strokes your sides, your back, your neck, cups a breast and swipes his thumb over your nipple through the fabric of your dress. It makes you gasp and arch into him, hips tilting to his. Heat pools between your legs. He does it again, seeming to relish your reaction, and kisses your neck once more.

You want more. Your dress is an annoyance that you want out of right now. You unlace the ties of the front— though it makes your face heat— and let it slide down your shoulders, then take his face in both your hands and kiss him again.

Without thinking, you roll your body along the length of his, and he pours another breathy sound into your mouth that makes your mind empty. It feels so good.

Through the fabric that’s left between you, you can feel he’s hard.

He also feels big.

Anxiety ices your spine again. You pause, blushing furiously, and drop your head into the crook of his neck once more.

Elrond senses it— he always does— and cards his hand through your hair, soothing his thumb over your temple. He’s so safe. He makes you feel so safe. You know he won’t hurt you.

Your body aches for his. You don’t know how to ask for more.

Gently, he asks: “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” you hiss out.

You can swear you feel him smile. He strokes the curve of your spine and asks, “Do you think you would rather be on the bottom, or the top? The top may be easier— for your own pace.”

He’s probably right. But the thought makes you even more anxious. “I–I’d rather you take the lead. Please?”

He hums something in the back of his throat and rucks your skirt up, tentatively at first, giving you a chance to stop him. You only whine and tilt your hips toward his touch, so he drags the crook of his finger up, up, up, and then brushes your core.

It makes you jerk. More out of the surprise of it than anything else. You’ve touched yourself. It’s a completely different thing for someone else to do it. Let alone for that someone else to be Elrond.

Your goosebumps are back. He slides the tip of his forefinger along your slit, gathering up the wetness that’s begun to leak out of you, and then begins to rub the faintest, barely-there circles on your clit.

“You’re wet,” he observes softly in a tone that sounds halfway between relief and approval.

You whimper and turn to bury your face in his neck. He’s hardly touching you but the heat spreading through your body is unlike anything you’ve ever been able to build for yourself. His fingers are so long and clever and you can’t help but think of him pushing them inside of you, filling you up, fucking you on them—

—you moan and immediately flush red.

Elrond doesn’t seem to mind in the least, only pressing just a bit harder, rubbing just a bit faster, and it’s so, so good.

You come embarrassingly fast with a little sharp, surprised yelp. Elrond strokes you through it, holding you flush against his chest as you grip onto his shoulder just for something to hold onto.

The moan that rumbles out of him is deep and pleased, and if you thought he felt big beneath you before, he certainly feels big and rock hard now.

You’re still panting as he winds his fingers through your hair again, scritching your scalp, soothing your spine, before unlacing your dress the rest of the way, letting the fabric fall loose.

You had expected to feel…exposed. Vulnerable. You’ve never been naked in front of someone like this. You don’t. There is nothing lewd in the way Elrond looks at you. His expression is one of admiration. If you shiver, it is only because of the cold of the room.

He gently lowers you to your back, grabbing a pillow to tuck under your head, and then trails open mouthed kisses down, down, down between your legs.

And if you thought his fingers felt good…

You have to cover your mouth to stifle another cry when he licks one, long flat stripe over your core, and begins to tease your still-sensitive clit with little kitten licks. Elrond reaches up to pull your hand away and hold it, giving it a squeeze. Your eyes slip shut as he wrings another high-pitched cry out of you.

Your hips jerk when he dips his tongue inside your wet heat and fucks you on it. And when he pulls your clit into his mouth and sucks, you fly apart again— and this time, you scream.

Elrond moans again, gently licking you until you’re so sensitive that you’re pulling away from him. He crawls up your body and kisses you, and you taste salt, and him, and yourself.

“Good,” he murmurs against your mouth. “Good girl.”

You aren’t prepared for the way that makes you melt.

He reaches down and presses his finger inside of you, then easily adds a second. It pulls a ragged moan out of you.

“Please,” you find yourself saying. “Please, Elrond.”

His hand stills. The lack of stimulation makes you want to cry. He’s made you come twice and still you’re aching, burning all over for him, throbbing between your legs, canting up onto his fingers.

“You’re ready,” he says softly. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes,” you sob out. “Please. I want nothing else— please Elrond—”

“Hush.” It’s gentle and reassuring. He kisses your cheek and withdraws, feathering your wetness over your thigh. “I promised I would take care of you.”

He sits back on his heels and unlaces his trousers, then shucks himself out of them. His cock springs out: magnificent, long, thick, flushed red at the head and leaking. He is— he is huge. And he’s beautiful— every inch of him is beautiful. Impulsively, you reach over to tentatively wrap your fingers around him.

He hisses. He’s hot and pulsing and stiff in your hand. Heavy. You’ve never held a cock like this, never held a cock at all. You give him one curious, almost open-handed pump, then your eyes flick up to meet his.

His eyes are darker than you remember.

Still kind.

He settles over you again, resting on his elbows and cradling your head. You spread your legs to accommodate him without thinking.

When the tip of his cock touches your folds, that’s when it sets in. It’s blunt and big and you logically know, biologically that it will fit, but you panic and clench anyway.

At once, you shiver and blush and stammer out an apology. “I want this—” you try to reassure him. Almost like you’re trying to convince yourself, because you do, you do. You’re so horribly turned on— “I’m sorry— I’m sorry— I’m just so nervous—”

“Don’t fret.” Elrond dips to kiss your forehead. Its warm and firm and full of affection. “You are perfect. I am in no rush.”

“Is it going to hurt?” It comes out of you in a rush. You trust him. He still feels so safe— but so many people always say that the first time hurts— and he’s so big.

“It shouldn’t,” he says at once, holding your face, soothing the pad of his thumb over the muscles that’ve tensed in your face. “If it does, I want you to tell me.”

You nod. He kisses your forehead again. Your nose. Your mouth. You let out a long, shuddering breath. He slips his hand between your bodies and begins to stroke you again, and your spine relaxes.

“I am right here,” he reassures. “I have you, dear one.”

“Elrond,” it slips out of you in a sigh. You trust him.

He drags his hips only a little at first, just rubbing the head of his cock between your folds until he’s wet with your slick. Only when he’s content that you’re finally relaxed does he press the tip inside.

It breaches you with a little pop that makes you gasp.

Elrond pauses, hovering. Studies your face.

“Does it hurt?” he asks to be sure.

“No,” you breathe. You reach up to drape an arm around his shoulders. Elrond sinks a little deeper and all the air leaves your lungs. It doesn’t hurt— it just feels… “You feel so good. M—more?”

Elrond pulls out, then slides a little deeper, still rubbing gentle circles on your clit that leave your head light and every nerve in your body singing. That is how he does it: in slow, shallow thrusts, deeper and deeper until he’s fully seated inside of you and you’re so fucking full that you can’t think.

His head falls to the pillow and he groans in your ear as your body clenches around him, getting used to the sensation. You’re gasping, panting, digging your nails into his shoulder so hard that you’re worried that you might be drawing blood.

Then, Elrond rolls his hips.

Pure pleasure sparks behind your eyes. It’s so much. You gasp and clutch at him. He stills, stroking your hair, kissing the side of your head.

“I have you,” he reminds you.

“More,” you beg.

He smiles against your skin and obliges.

This is going to ruin you, you think inanely as he pulls out and sinks back inside, splitting you open. You have always loved him. Now you know what it feels like to be with him, and nobody else is ever going to compare with this.

You can’t bring yourself to care. Not now. Not while he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and your body sucks at him, trying to pull him deeper still.

He builds his pace. Never demanding, never hard. The slide is a slow-building fire that saws up your spine, coiling around it. You can feel the blood rushing in your ears, hear the way he praises you—

“You’re doing so well,” he hisses out, voice thick with pleasure. “You feel so good wrapped around me like this. So good. I love the sounds you make. Love to hear you. Love the way you clench around me just. like. that.” It’s punctuated with three, deep thrusts that make you shake. You’ve never felt so utterly consumed. You can’t think about anything else except Elrond, Elrond, Elrond. He feels so perfect inside of you, like you were made for this.

Your hand joins his at your clit. The pleasure winds again, crashing over you in wave after mounting, cresting wave. You’re so close— surging up to a cliff bigger than any you’ve ever fallen off before.

“Come,” you find yourself panting in his ear. “Please, Elrond. Come for me. I want to feel you come inside me—”

He makes a surprised, choked noise in the back of his throat. His hips stutter, then speed. He hits a spot inside of you that wrenches a cry out of you, that makes your vision spark and split. Then, he bursts.

You tip over the cliff with him and soar with an utterly wrecked noise, grabbing on to any piece of him that you can just to hold on to something solid. Elrond cradles you and fucks you right through it, and vaguely you register that he’s saying: “Good— beautiful. Good girl, just like that—”

He sounds just as overwhelmed as you feel.

Eventually, his pace slows and stills. You collapse together. He lies next to you and draws you up to his chest. You’re still floating, high off the hormones and adrenaline coursing through your body. Every single inch of you is trembling.

He draws circles on your shoulder and murmurs soothing noises in the back of his throat. Kisses the top of your head, then each cheek. It’s then that you realize that your face is wet. You don’t remember starting to cry.

“Thank you,” you manage. You wrap your arms around him and cling to him, shivering like a wet branch. “Thank you, Elrond.”

He pushes some of your sweat-slicked hair behind your ear. “No, thank you, melda. You were—” his voice seems to crack. His lips brush against your forehead and he slips out of you, softening. “You were utterly magnificent.”

As your body cools, a hollow space begins to grow between your ribs.

He didn’t bond with you. That was the agreement, of course. But this only solidifies it: you have to go back to being friends. You don’t want to.

You love him.

Tears fill your eyes again. Frustrated with yourself, you try to rub them away, but they just won’t stop welling up.

Elrond makes a displeased sort of noise and dries them for you. “You’re not hurt?”

“No,” you say. Your mouth twists. “No— I’m so—” your voice catches on happy. “Thank you. I’m sorry.”

You curl up, turning to face him despite your better judgement, and bury your face in his chest again. You just want to be close to him.

The shock in his voice is obvious when he asks: “Whatever for?”

“I—” can you say it? “I— I only— I just—” I love you. I am in love with you. This is a horrible idea, now that it’s happened. Because I won’t ever be able to stop thinking about you.

You pull back to look up at him. His face is etched with concern. You can hardly bear it. Immediately, you break eye contact and look away.

“I only wish that…” you trail off. “I’m sorry. I know that you— that you don’t— I just…I really like you, and I know that I shouldn’t. I don’t have any right to you. I just wish that this…” you run your hands along his chest. “That this could be us. All the time. I’m sorry— I didn’t realize— I didn’t realize that I was in love with you until…”

He sucks in a sharp breath. You freeze.

“Will you look at me?” he asks softly.

You do. His eyes are filled with so much love that you can hardly breathe.

“I am in love with you too,” Elrond says.

He stare at him in dumb shock, unable to believe that you heard him correctly.

A shy smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You can’t remember seeing him ever look shy. He rests his head on the crook of his elbow and reaches over to stroke your cheek.

“The boundary about bonding was for me. I did not want to accidentally… impose myself—”

“It’s not an imposition,” you say at once. “You could never be an imposition.”

His smile softens. “I do love you, if you will have me.”

Your breath catches. Quietly, in the silence that stretches between the two of you, you ask: “Do you want to be kissed?”

Elrond’s features soften, and he answers: “Yes.”

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Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: Everything told them to be apart, but they said fuck the world.

Inspiration: Click

People would describe the younger Lupin sibling as warm and bright. She shined like the sun and was warm like a sunny summer day. She was the breeze on a warm summer day and the sun on a chilly autumn morning. She was worn books with annotations in the margins, highlighting, and scribbles. She was dependable, sweet, kind, and loving.

Dependable like a best friend. Sweet like Honeydukes chocolate. Kind of like a puppy dog who had been just adopted and as lovable as soft blankets. Her brother was no different. He oozed shyness, charisma, and intelligence. His tousled sandy hair and gleaming green eyes made everyone bend to his will. He didn’t even know that he was doing it.

But by fifth year, Remus Lupin had come out as gay. A month later, Sirius Black was on top of the Gryffindor table with a blushing Remus announcing their relationship. Remus had given his sister a sheepish look as he sat back down. Y/n had just kissed his cheek and smiled.

Y/n and Regulus had been sitting beside each other when Sirius had taken the Great Hall by storm. Instinctively, Regulus tightened his grip on her hand, and Y/n allowed her thumb to run along his. She watched as his shoulders relaxed a prominent amount.

“Well,” Regulus whispered, “I wasn’t expecting that. Did you know?”

Y/n shook her head, “No, but I’m happy for them. Are you?”

“I ‘spose.” Regulus shrugged, “When do you think they’ll find out about us?”

“Remus is a bit oblivious.” Y/n replied, “Sirius doesn’t really turn his head in your direction.”

Regulus looked down at his lap, “So if anything, we’ll have to tell them.”

“Do you think,” His voice was lower than a whisper, “That he’ll ever be my brother again?”

“I do.” Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder, “Siblings have a special bond.”

“I hope you’re right.”

She snorted, “I’m always right.”

At that, he cracked a smile.

Maybe it was her warmth that melted the ice surrounding Regulus’ heart. The icy, cold, Regulus Black. It wasn’t like they were hiding their relationship, but people were terrified to talk about it. They didn’t want to face the wrath of the young Black brother.

Regulus was described as the dark, cold winter nights people despised. The winter nights that were so low in temperature that even staying inside with the heat on, blankets on, and layers of clothes couldn’t warm. He was sleek, hardcover books and soggy leaves in the fall that left you disappointed when the satisfying crunch didn’t echo through your ears.

Regulus Black was everything but warm. He was your least favorite color. Your least favorite food. He was everything you hated. Perhaps it was Y/n’s sweetness that brought some of the crunchiness back to his leaf, the pen to his book, and the folded pages.

They were star-crossed lovers. Everything in the universe was trying to keep them apart from the colors of their robes and the clashing of their personalities. Regulus was the dry autumn and brash winter. Y/n was the prospering spring and hopeful summer. Perhaps they were the best of both worlds, and that’s why they worked together so well.

It wasn’t until their sixth year when their relationship had become the talk of the school. Regulus had begun wearing long sleeves even in the hot months, and people grew suspicious. Only he and she knew what laid beneath that crisp white button-up. Beneath the cold ice he kept around his heart.

Y/n looked around Platform Nine and Three-Quarters for her raven-haired boyfriend as Remus joined his friends on the train. When she did find him, it wasn’t pleasant. Walburga had been fussing with his sleeve, making sure it stayed down, and she had slapped the back of his head for slouching over. Regulus had rolled his shoulders to stand up straight. Orion didn’t look impressed, and Walburga murmured something along the lines of, “Good enough.”

“Now, what do we say, Regulus?”

Regulus caught Y/n’s eyes for just a split second, and he looked away hastily, “Toujours Pur.”

“Good.” Walburga stated, “Now go.”

He nodded and began walking toward Y/n’s general direction. Regulus took her hand in his directing her on another path, “Meet at our usual compartment.”

Y/n gave him a smile in response as she walked away. It left Regulus with a pink hue coating his usually pale skin. His stomach fluttered, and his heart palpitated. They entered the train on opposite sides and met in the middle at their compartment. She was already sitting down when he plopped down beside her. His head was leaning on her shoulder.

“Missed you.” Regulus slurred, sleep evident in his tone, “Wish I could’ve escaped.”

“I missed you too, Reggie.” Y/n took his left hand in hers, “But I know that we have a lot to talk about.”

He tensed, “I suppose we do.”

“Things like what’s on your left forearm?”

“Y/n, please-“

“I’m not mad.”

“But you’re disappointed.”

Her light laugh confused him, “I’m not either, actually.”

Regulus lifted his head to look at her, “You aren’t?”

“I just want to know what you plan on doing with that mark.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Regulus stated, slumping down again, “I have to serve him.”

Y/n hesitated, “You have choices.”

“What are they?”

“Be a spy.”

“A spy?” Regulus queried incredulously, “Are you serious?”

A silly smile graced her features, “Actually. Forget I asked that. Are you daft?”

“No.” Y/n replied, “I’m actually top of our class, so.”

“If he finds out I’m a spy. Then I’d be killed, Y/n.” Regulus said softly, “It’d be different if I didn’t care about anyone. If I had nothing to lose, but I do, and I don’t want to lose a chance at a future with you because of it.”

Y/n took his face into her hands, “You can’t do this. You can’t work for him. You’ll kill yourself slowly anyway.”

“I don’t have a choice.” He wiped a tear from her cheek, “This was bound to happen. This was my fate.”

“Who gives a shit about fate.” Y/n chuckled tearfully, “Professor Trelawney always said that you could change fate.”

Regulus cracked a tiny smile, “You would pay attention in Divination, wouldn’t you.”

“Someone’s gotta give Sirius the notes.”

“Sirius… I didn’t even think about-“ Regulus stopped, “He’s- He’s gonna hate me.”

“Hey, Regulus, look at me.” His breathing sped up, and his hands began to tremble, “Sirius isn’t going to hate you.”

He shook his head, “No, he’s- he’s gonna- I’m gonna-“

Y/n wrapped her arms around him. Regulus nosed at the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet perfume. The fragrance smelt of crisp apples mixed along with her scent of caramel, chocolate, and marshmallow. It gave him something to focus on, and with his muddled mind, Regulus fell asleep.

Regulus was still asleep three hours later when Sirius came barging into the compartment stopping in his tracks. Y/n brought her index finger to her lips, ordering him to be quiet. Sirius shut the door and sat in front of them. Regulus’ face was out of view from his older brother's. His nose was nuzzled in Y/n’s neck, and his hair hid his face.

“So,” Sirius began quietly, the atmosphere had never been so thick, “How long?”

“Fourth year.” Y/n thought Sirius’ eyes were going to bulge out of his head.

“But you- and him- you don’t-“

“Don’t belong together?”

Sirius nodded, “Who are you to say? Technically I could say the same about you and my brother.”

“Fair point.” Sirius muttered.

It was quiet again, and all that was heard was the slashing of rain on the window of the train, “How- How is he?” Sirius’ voice had never been so quiet before.

“He’ll be okay.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

Before Y/n could respond, Regulus began to tremble again. He was trying to dig his nose deeper into her neck and reaching desperately for something to hold onto. Y/n allowed his hand to grasp hers tightly. His trembling subsided, and Y/n gently kissed the crown of his head, allowing him to relax finally.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“I never-“ Sirius looked shocked, “I could never calm his nightmares….”

Y/n gave him a soft smile, “Perhaps it’s a Lupin talent.”

“Perhaps.” Sirius replied, “But, is he okay?”

“He will be.”

“What does that mean?” Sirius questioned loudly, and Y/n hushed him, “They didn’t- did they?”

She nodded solemnly, “We’re gonna- We’re gonna work through it together.”

Sirius could see her swallowing the lump in her throat. Sirius could see the dullness in her eyes, the same dull that Remus’ eyes got after the full moon. Sirius could always read Remus through his eyes. They were a tell-tale of his emotions. It seemed that he could do the same with Y/n. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, untold trauma, and unspoken words.

“Take care of him, yeah?” Sirius requested quietly as he stood up to leave the compartment.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

He closed the sliding door quietly. It was a quiet walk back to his own compartment with the Marauders. The task of getting the summer homework to copy turned into an entirely new adventure. Sirius opened the door to his compartment to find James and Peter talking animately. Remus sat with his head against the glass and head in a book. He had some muggle markers beside him that Sirius liked to draw with.

Sirius slumped beside Remus putting space between them. That was the first tell. The second tell was that Sirius didn’t speak, and he stared out to the train's hallway. Remus closed his book, placing it back beside him, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low and hot in Sirius’ ear.

“Nothing.” Sirius replied, still not looking into Remus’ eyes, “Your sister was no help. Said I needed to do the homework on my own. Said I was a tosser for not doing it.”

Remus snorted and nuzzled his nose into Sirius’ cheek, “Well, perhaps I ought to tell her that’s not how she should speak to my boyfriend.”

“No.” Sirius hated how distant he sounded, “She’s got other things to worry about.”

The lycanthrope furrowed his eyebrows, “Like what?”

“Like you.” Sirius lied like it was nothing, “Who do you think puts hot cocoa and Honeydukes chocolate at your bedside after the full?”

“Then I should give her a sister of the year award.” Remus corrected, and Sirius nodded, “Perhaps you should.”

If only I could get a best brother award, Sirius thought. It was selfish. He knew that. It was wrong to envy Y/n and Remus’ relationship. Unfit to be jealous of his brothers relationship, but he couldn’t help it. Sirius wanted to be the one to chase all of Regulus’ demons away. Sirius wanted to hold him during every thunderstorm as he used to as children. Sirius should be happy for Regulus even if it weren’t because of him.

It took a month before Remus was storming into the common room and yelled insanities at his sister. Remus wasn’t thinking, words fell from his mouth so carelessly, and the entire common room stared as Remus had his sister pushed against a wall, hands holding her up from the collar on her shirt, seething at her.

“You must be one of the stupidest people I’ve ever met.” Remus seethed, and Y/n flinched, “You must be fucking insane.”

Sirius could do nothing but stare, “Maybe I should’ve disowned you as my sister the minute I saw you hanging out with him.”

Tears ebbed at Y/n’s eyes, “But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I trusted you, and you betrayed me.”

James couldn’t tell what was worse, the fact that Remus was so calm and his voice was so low or when Remus yelled, “You were my everything. My sister, my partner in crime, my other half, and you fucking destroyed it.”

“Mate, stop.” James tried to interject, but Remus just shoved her against the wall harder, and streaks of silver appeared on her cheeks.

“Wonder what dad would do if he found out.” Remus taunted, and Y/n shook her head, “You know how much dad despises them.”

Y/n choked, “Remus-“

“Don’t.” He snarled, “My name isn’t allowed to fall from your mouth. Fucking traitor.”

Sirius had enough, “Remus, stop. That’s enough.”

Remus whirled around, Y/n sliding to the floor, knees to her chest, “Who are you talk? You did the same thing back in fifth year.”

“I’m not your bloody sister.” Sirius snapped, “She’s been there with you through everything. Maybe if you let her explain, then you could understand.”

Remus pointed at her and looked at Sirius with fire in his eyes, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.”

Sirius could remember the exact same words falling from his mouth only a year earlier, and it crushed him. Y/n was sobbing, and her knees were pulled tightly under her chin. James was trying to console her, but it wasn’t working as Remus and Sirius went toe to toe. Y/n didn’t deserve this for loving who she loved.

Remus scoffed when Sirius wouldn’t back down and stormed up to the boy's dormitory. Sirius knelt before her and lifted her head from her lap. His thumbs wiped away the tears, and he took her into his arms. So much built-up pain, built-up trauma, built-up lies. She was finally crumbling like a tower on an unsteady foundation. Y/n was a one-hundred-story tower that was collapsing from the bottom up.

Debris falling everywhere and soot clouding the atmosphere. He could see the smog slipping in her mind, clouding up her judgment and thoughts. Sirius could see the debris cluttering and scraping away at her heart. With every scrap and every tear, her heart began to give out. It felt like being crushed in an elevator, with no room to breathe and no room for moving. She was stuck, and that was it.

Y/n couldn’t remember much after feeling Sirius’ lips on the top of her head. But she woke up on the plush of the common room couch. The rough maroon fabric was felt beneath her fingertips. Beside her was a boy in an armchair. He was curled up, and a black fleece blanket covered his body from the coldness of the Gryffindor common room.

Beside her was a glass of water and a note. She picked up the water and allowed it to glide down her throat, soothing the ache from her earlier crying. Her nose still felt stuffy, and she willed herself to sniffle quietly, trying not to wake the boy beside her. The parchment was ripped at the edges and was written in beautiful calligraphy.

"Il y a toujours des ténèbres avant que la lumière brille."

She folded the note and placed it back on the side table with the empty glass. The fire had gone out fully in the common room, allowing the temperature in the room to fall. It was cold, dry, and dark. Y/n had never seen the common room so dark. Not a candle was lit, and no light was shining from the windows. Just the slightest bit of moonlight. Gently she stood up and reached for the boy's hand in the armchair.

“Reggie.” Her voice was smooth and soft, “Reg.”

He stirred and opened his eyes to meet his girlfriend's warm ones. Sirius had rushed to the Slytherin common room despite all prejudice. Some of the Slytherins spat at him when he asked for the password. It took ten people before Regulus finally answered to the incessant knocking. He was shocked to be met with his older brother.

There Sirius had told him what happened, how Remus had shoved his sister against the wall accusing her of betraying him for dating him. Regulus felt ashamed. He didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t get to be civil with each other. Sirius even uttered the exact words Remus had, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.” Regulus had to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying anything.

People stared at the younger Black brother as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. The Gryffindor’s glared, spat, and insulted, but he didn’t care. He found his girlfriend lying on the couch with a thick red blanket surrounding her. Sirius had claimed that Marlene had brought it for her, and Sirius had been the one to move her to the couch. Regulus saw the dried tear stains, the swollen eyes, and the bruised lip.

“It wasn’t pretty.” Sirius had muttered, “Remus isn’t one to hold back.”

Regulus smoothed her hair back, “This is because of me….”

“Reg, no.” Sirius had replied, “Remus will come around. He just doesn’t know how to digest this.”

The common room was silent, and Regulus just held her hand. His thumb stroked the back of her hand softly. Sirius watched as Regulus went through a wave of emotions. He was hurt, confused, concerned, and terrified. It was like watching the seasons go by. Watching everything welt, die, grow back and prosper just to repeat the cycle. It was like watching a new book turn into an old one as the ink was embedded onto the pages, the papers getting folded, tabs being placed, and the spine being cracked.

Regulus appeared to be a sleek hardcover book, but she was his person. She turned him into a used paperback. One with highlighting, tabs, folded pages, a cracked spine, and a loved cover. His heart beat for her. She was the reason he woke up every morning, the reason he ate, the reason he got good marks. She was his reason.

“I tried talking sense into him.” Sirius confessed quietly, “He just brought up the incident in fifth year.”

Regulus closed his eyes tightly and tried to withhold his tears, “Maybe I should talk to him.”

“No.” Sirius said sternly, “You’ll be asking for death.”

“What do I do, Sirius?”

His blue-grey eyes were glittering with desperation, “Nothing… Take care of her.”

With that, Sirius left a kiss on his younger brother's head and left the common room, retreating to the dormitory. Regulus sighed and placed his forehead on the back of her hand. Tears slipped from his eyes and onto the material of the couch. Everyone was gone at that point. The common room wholly cleared and the fire slowly decaying in the fireplace as Regulus Black finally allowed himself to break.

He woke up on an armchair with a soft thick black blanket covering his limbs. Red rimmed e/c eyes met his blue-grey ones, and he felt a wave of relief. Y/n reached her hand out, and Regulus took it, keeping the blanket around his shoulders as she brought him to her dormitory. The girls were sleeping, and Y/n sat down on her bed, Regulus doing the same. She drew the curtains and muttered a silencing spell.

Regulus laid with his head on her pillow, pulling her to lay on his chest. He wrapped the fuzzy black blanket around them. Y/n nuzzled into his side, and he placed a kiss on the top of her head. They didn’t need to exchange words for expressing how they felt. They knew how the other felt. There was no need on elaborating. She fell asleep not too long after, and Regulus laid awake trying of solutions.

Even when the sun broke the horizon, Regulus still had nothing.

They continued the year like this. Remus and Y/n didn’t speak at all anymore. Remus went as far as to change his schedule and ignore the sweets left on his bedside after the full moons. Sirius would pretend it came from him, but Remus still would budge. He would chuck the chocolate in the trash even though he knew that Y/n barely had money in the first place to buy it. He’d dump the hot chocolate in the waste bin and smash the mug to get out any frustration.

Sirius thought that the worst part was Remus never grieved for his sister. He never saw Remus cry or get upset about what he did. It was like Remus had no remorse for what he did. Sirius had grieved. He had sobbed in the midst of twilight with shit silencing charms. Sirius had wailed and clutched his blanket close to his chest, hoping it would soothe the aching of his heart.

When they graduated, Remus didn’t look for his sister in the crowd. He didn’t care if she was there or not, but she was. Y/n was there holding Regulus’ hand tightly, watching her brother shake Dumbledore’s hand. She watched as Sirius embraced Regulus in a tight hug in the shadows. Y/n smiled bittersweetly at their embrace as Regulus took her hand back in his.

Sirius began to open his mouth, “No need to lie. I know he doesn’t care if I was here or not.”

Y/n shuffled on her feet, and Sirius took her into his arms. Sirius was shorter than Regulus, and he didn’t smell the same, but his hugs were just as comforting in a brotherly way. His hand caressed her hair, and Sirius couldn’t help the way his heart ached. He shouldn’t be the one hugging her, Remus should, but he isn’t. Sirius kissed her forehead and released her from his hug.

“I’ll write to you guys.”

“Don’t get into too much trouble.” Y/n replied with tear-filled eyes, “I can’t imagine you gone.”

Sirius smirked, “Yes, ma’am. Don’t you know I always obey the rules?”

“She’s being real, Sirius.” Regulus didn’t crack a smile, “This war isn’t a joke, and I’d- I’d like to see you next year when I graduate.”

“I’ll be there.” Sirius said solemnly, “I won’t leave you guys. They won’t take me alive.”

Y/n cracked a smile, “Good.”

Regulus nudged his girlfriend, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks, “Protect him. He gets reckless and forgets about himself. Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

Sirius could still hear Remus’ voice in their first Order meeting, “I swear on all Merlin if they touch her, they’ll be sorry.”

“‘Course. Don’t forget he’s still my boyfriend.” Sirius replied, and Y/n smiled, “‘S why I’m asking you and not James. Keep- Keep my brother safe, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They joined the Order of the Phoenix without looking back. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter quickly became some of the best Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Sirius had made the Daily Prophet multiple for putting Death Eaters in Azkaban. Many citizens of the Wizarding community thought of him as the next Alastor Moody.

Seventh year was the worst one yet. Most of the Slytherin Death Eaters were attacking the younger kids. Most of the older Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs had to defend them from the unforgivable curses. It seemed normal to hear the crucio curse being thrown away and seeing green flashes. It made Y/n sick to her stomach.

It got so surreal that Y/n and Regulus had begun sleeping behind tapestries or hidden tunnels. Dormitories and common rooms were no longer safe. Their backs ached, and body’s sore from lying on concrete, but it was better than dying. Graduation was not a celebration, and no one from outside was allowed in, but Sirius waited for them at Kings Cross.

The next time Y/n saw Remus was when she was being sworn into the Order, and he barely spared her a glance. Not long after the speech was being spoken, another person entered the meeting point. He was shockingly familiar with wavy black hair and blue-grey eyes. Remus jumped out of his seat, and James had to hold him back. Regulus released a breath and stood beside his girlfriend.

“Now. I’m sure there’s a lot of confusion.” Dumbledore began calmly, “Regulus has sworn to be our spy.”

Remus growled, “He’s a Death Eater.”

“Exactly.” Remus glared at the old Professor, “Therefore, he can enter and participate in their meetings. Then he can come back here and report what he knows.”

“I don’t like it any more than you do.” Regulus said, “I don’t want to put anyone in danger, but someone needs to do it.”

Remus went to speak, but Regulus cut him off, “Someone needs to protect your sister.”

Everyone stared in shock at the bold statement that came from the young Black brother's mouth, and Remus leaped from his seat, “She is a traitor. Just like you.”

Instinctively Regulus moved her behind him as Remus was now face to face with him, “She’s everything but. Wasn’t she the one who stopped Fenrir Greyback from killing you?”

“Shut up.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cleaned your wounds after the full moons before the Marauders?”

“I’m warning you.”

“Wasn’t she the one who used to make you hot chocolate when the nightmares got too bad that you couldn’t sleep?”

Remus snapped, and Sirius pulled him away from Regulus. But they all saw how Y/n cowered when he lunged forward, how she flinched back, covering her face with her hands. Regulus kept a tight hold on her hand, and they watched as Sirius calmed Remus down, bringing him upstairs. When Remus was gone, Dumbledore spoke again.

“Well, the first Order meeting will be announced in just a couple of days. It allows Y/n and Regulus to get in their positions.” Dumbledore announced, “It allows Y/n to get some training and Regulus to get Voldemort’s trust.”

Everyone dispersed. Y/n and Regulus apparated to a flat they had bought in London. It was relatively modern for the time and had everything they needed. The place was clean and brand new. When they landed in the living room, she went straight to the bedroom. Regulus prepared her a hot drink and set it at her bedside table with a warming charm. He laid beside her, placing her head on his heart.

“Je Vous Aime.” His french accent was so smooth and gentle, like a baby blanket, “Je t'aime aussi.”

Everything just got more stressful as time passed. Regulus’ job got more and more dangerous, making Y/n worry profusely. It got to times where they had to pretend to throw curses back and forth so he could prove that he was loyal to them. It wasn’t until a rumor of a spy for the Death Eaters came out that Regulus’ job became crucial. It took three more meetings, and on October 15th Regulus knew who it was.

He could remember the day vividly how Voldemort welcomed Peter Pettigrew to the Death Eaters with open arms. Regulus had stared in mock happiness but, in reality, had been shocked. Someone so close to the Potters had gone and betrayed him. So when Peter was absent from one meeting, Regulus brought it up.

“They spy is Pettigrew.”

“No.” James chuckled, “You’re lying, right?”

Regulus shook his head, “He plans to kill you, Lily, and Harry on Halloween.”

Everyone stiffened. The air was tense, but Dumbledore smiled victoriously, “Beautiful work, Regulus. We’ll apprehend Pettigrew when he’s seen again.”

They had set up a false meeting where Peter got sent to Azkaban only two days later after Regulus announced he was the traitor. That sparked the war between them, and this time, Regulus was on the right side, the side he always wanted to be on. A week later, and on Halloween, Voldemort was dead. Many people's lives were lost, but many were saved.

After the war, Remus had proposed to Sirius, and yet Y/n was still not invited to the wedding. Sirius had begged Remus to make amends with her. The war was over. This nonsense was not needed anymore. But Remus was stubborn, and Y/n was too afraid to approach him, so James gave her the invisibility cloak to watch her brother marry. Not the ideal way she planned on watching her brother and his love get married.

A couple of months later, Regulus and Y/n did the same. Except they did it alone, with Sirius being their only witness and the person marrying them. Sirius couldn’t help but feel awful for Remus not being able to walk her down the aisle, not to see her in the pretty dress she had picked out. It wasn’t until fifteen years later when Y/n had two teenage boys, and a little girl did someone came knocking on her door during the winter holidays.

Both boys were running around the house, and their little sister was trying to keep up. Two twin boys who were fifteen - Romeo and Romulus. A little girl who was just about ten named Ascella. Romulus was a carbon copy of Sirius. Romeo had the Lupin sandy hair and the Black family eyes with the Black family defined face. He was the best of both worlds. Ascella looked like a female Regulus.

Romeo was the Keeper of the Slytherin house for Quidditch. Romulus played Beater for Gryffindor, and little Ascella would get her Hogwarts letter in just about a year. Regulus and Y/n both predicted she’d be in Gryffindor with her brave, mischievous nature. Y/n was the one to get the door with her two boys behind her. Ascella had been called into the living room by her father.

Y/n was shocked to meet familiar green eyes, “Um- hi.”

“Hey.” Remus said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I hope I’m not intruding.”

Both boys behind her looked confused, “Mum, who is this?”

A pang of hurt hit Remus, “This- This is my brother.”

“Brother?” Romulus questioned, “Like he’s our uncle?”

“Yes.” Y/n retorted, “Now you boys grab your sister. Go do something upstairs while we talk, yeah?”

Romeo looked crestfallen, “Mum, we aren’t five.”

“I know, but we have a lot of talking to do.”

Romeo sighed, “Fine but be safe.”

She kissed the tops of their heads, “Of course.”

Ascella was running to her brothers within seconds after Romulus called for her. Remus saw her black hair flutter around as she followed her brothers up the steps. Y/n smiled and motioned for Remus to come inside. The house was lovely and decorated for the holidays. Y/n walked through the hallway to the living room, and Remus followed.

“I apologize for the mess.” She chuckled, “Having the boys home makes the house messy.”

Remus saw the pictures on the wall, “A Slytherin and a Gryffindor.”

Y/n smiled, “Yep. Romeos the Slytherin, and Romulus is the Gryffindor. We have a feeling Ascella will be in Gryffindor too.”

He placed the picture back down and sighed, “Merlin, what did I miss?”

Regulus was still stiff and stern, “A lot if you couldn’t tell already. That’s what happens when you call your sister a traitor and decide to disown her.”

All three children were listening secretly and grimaced at their father's words, “But don’t worry. I’ve done your job. I’ve been there for her, protected her, and made sure she was happy.” Regulus snapped, “And Sirius did your job of being the children’s uncle.”

“He didn’t even tell me you guys had kids.” Remus muttered, “‘Course he didn’t. In case you don’t remember, you didn’t want anything to do with us.” Regulus retorted.

The children had never heard their father speak this way with so much ice in his words. Regulus was blunt and unapologetic, “We wanted you to be a part of our family, Remus, we really did. But we didn’t know how you’d feel.” Y/n informed.

“Plus, the last time you saw us, you tried to kill Regulus.” Ascella covered her ears, and Romeo ushered them to his room to stop listening, “Yeah, so forgive us for not inviting you to be a part of our family.”

Regulus punctuated his statement by putting his arm around Y/n’s waist, “I’m sorry.” Remus murmured.

“I’m really sorry for how I acted. It was immature and stupid of me.” He continued, “I didn’t know how to feel when I heard my sister was with a Death Eater at the time, and I was just scared.”

Y/n stood up and hugged him, “Remus. What you did isn’t going to be forgiven. I’m sorry.”

He had tears glazing in his emerald green eyes that dulled with age, “I know we were young, but that doesn’t excuse the words you said or how you acted. Trying to kill my husband and saying god awful things about me.”

Y/n took her seat beside Regulus, and Remus sniffled, “You did this. Not us.” Regulus reminded, and Remus nodded.

“Okay, I just- I’ll go.” Remus stood up from his seat and walked down the hallway to the front door; he took in every family portrait.

When he got to the door, Y/n opened it for him, and he walked out, “Remus.”

He turned, and Y/n hugged him one last time. His chin rested on top of her head, breathing in her shampoo that still hadn’t changed since third year. The same perfume from fourth year. Her arms fit around him just the same way as they had when they were little children running around the lake. Y/n kissed his cheek and released herself from his embrace.

“I may not be your sister.” Y/n repeated with tear-filled eyes, and Remus allowed the tears to fall; her two boys were standing beside her, “But you’ll always be my brother.”

The door had closed, and Remus decided that that was the end of his chapter. He had underlined, circled, highlighted, and folded every significant page, but this was the end of the chapter. He was flipping to the next page, where the new chapter began. The new chapter where he had to live without his sister or his niece and nephews.

Remus always loved fragile, cracked paperbacks.

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Obsession (Moonboys)

Warning(s); NONCON/DUBCON,obsessive behavior,stalker(ish) behavior,Praise kink!,Degradation kink!,smut!(piv sex),public sex,oral (f receiving),cum eating?,spit kink,fingering dumbifaction kink,sir kink, daddy kink!,talk of abuse! (Verbal & physical)+ more!

Pairing(s); dark! Moonboys! (Steven,Marc,Jake) X sweetheart! Fem! Reader.

Summary; my take on this request!!

A/n; I probably made this darker then intended but I’m in love with it!

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You weren’t expecting your night to turn out like this, for it to end so unexpectedly well, for you to be in complete bliss as the man who you thought was just your friend was eating you out like some kind of monster. His tongue flicked and moved about inside you and on your clit and he knew just where to suck to have you seeing stars.

You met marc somewhere close to 7 months ago, well not exactly. It wasn’t marc you met it was steven. You met steven inside of a coffee shop. He noticed your book of poems and commented on your good taste that somehow morphed into a friendship. Soon though, soon you found out about this, about their situation with Khonsu. You accepted him whole heartedly. Thanked him for telling you, before he went on a spill about the things he was doing.

You slowly met the alters Marc and Jake, though technically Steven was a alter and marc was the original holder of the body.

Your time with Steven was mainly spent in librarys or cooped up in either of your apartments reading poems or books to one another.

Your time with Jake was mainly spent sparing or in a gym, he taught you how to hold a knife and where to swing for a punch, how to hold your stance as well.

While with Marc it was always something new, rather it being night walks as you talked or it being sitting on his couch while he played his guitar. Most of your time was spent together regardless he honestly brought you some sense of comfort.

You realized very quickly how special these boys were more importantly the fact you loved them, a part of you wanted to protect them or guard them almost. You’d never felt that way before about anyone.

What you didn’t know though was just how obsessed the boys were with you. Steven was the first to fall into the traps he also fell the hardest. Steven searched your socials getting at much information as he could. You weren’t a big poster but you still had a few. He was able to find a link to your Spotify through a favorite playlist you posted on your story. He was able to find out that you worked at a small clothing store not too far from his apartment. He learned that you had been engaged before but the wedding was called off. He also learned that your natural hair color wasn’t your hair color you kept it dyed for some reason.

Next was Jake, Jake fell next and he didn’t even mean too but you had his heart pounding in his chest every time he’d see you. Jake followed you without you knowledge, getting to know your usual routes, getting to know where you tend to shop for clothing,food,work snacks,shoes,it all. He learned you went to the movies at least once a month sometimes 2 If it’s been a bad month. He learned you go to your salon every 3 months to keep your hair touched up and split ends cut. You only ever eat ice cream on good days, like the time you had called them about your promotion at work, he found you eating your usual mix of ice cream after that.

Marc was last to fall in love with you,last to realize that he had affection in his body for you. His started after he came to visit you at work,you were talking to a coworker. Well, he was flirting and you were totally oblivious to it. Marc felt his blood boil as you laughed along with him his hand touching your arm. It sent him into a frenzy almost you were his, why were you talking to him? Letting him touch you? That’s when it hit him. You weren’t his, you were just his friend.

When you had called Marc in tears a few nights later about how that same coworker was found dead he made sure to comfort you. Even if there was a chance Jake was the cause of the man’s downfall.

You soon began spending almost all your time with the boys, Marc would pick you up after work, Steven would always come visit you and Jake well he was just randomly fronting during that. Today, today was different though, Steven had offered to make you dinner and you loved his cooking how could you say no. How it turned you still weren’t entirely sure what made something inside Marc snap.

“So then, they take me to this random club” you said, you were talking to Steven about your friends taking you out a few nights ago. “You don’t do clubs” he pointed out and you nodded “right!, so now I was drinking this i don’t know it’s some type of fruity thing” Steven chuckled as you continued “this guy comes up to me, he’s tall,skinny, nice hair,really pretty green eyes and he’s just making chit-chat with me” you payed no attention to the way Stevens body tightened,his jaw clenching,his hand tightening around the glass he was holding.

“He’s not my type, so I’m not even thinking about it like that, but he all at once leans in way too close for comfort and I just panic and lean back as he leaned in until I was like- bent in half” you let out a soft giggle finally realizing the state of Steven. “You okay? Stevie?” You reached out to touch his arm. “Yeah! Sorry I spaced out, why’d you panic? You’ve kissed people before” you shrugged “yeah, but not random men at a bar” Steven shrugged “can I ask you something?” You nodded.

There was one thing the boys noticed about you, you don’t like physical touch. The first time marc went to hug you you flinched away from him. You don’t seem to have many friends aside from Steven and what ones you do have,you never talk about. They thought you were a private person at first but then you started showing other signs of something more. You’d be out with one of them and flinch at a sound or loud noise.

One time Marc went shopping with you and you’d eye clothes and then mumble something like ‘it shows too much’ or ‘it won’t look good’ when Marc knew that was a lie, you had a beautiful figure.

The separation was the worst part, Jake had spent the night at your flat a few weeks back and he’d gotten up to get a glass of water and the sound of you running into the kitchen caught his attention. “You alright, Princessa?” He asked and you nodded smiling “jus’…didn’t know if you left” you looked terrified to be alone.

That’s why they were bringing it up, only talking about it if you wanted to. ��So we were just curious…did something happen?” You sat down the glass of water you were drinking and sighed. “Stevie..I don’t- I don’t think you wanna hear this.” He nodded “who would be better?” You shrugged “Marc? Maybe?” He nodded immediately handing the body over to Marc.

“Hi, pretty girl” you smiled over at him “you don’t have to tell if you don’t want to, I’ll be right here for you. Swear” his hand darted out to your exposed thigh in the shorts you were wearing. “No, I wanna tell you. It’s just though I know Steven can still hear it I can’t stand the sad look he’d have once he’d heard it” Marc tilted his head. “And Jake…well he’d probably wanna kill him..so” Marc smiled “right. Well I’m here to listen pretty girl, not gonna judge” you feel relief.

“Well, to point it out straight. My ex he abused me in more ways then one.” Marc’s grip on your thigh tightened and you sighed at the comfort. “I was 14 when I met him, he was 16 I shouldn’t of done things that I did, but I was kid so I was dumb.” You sighed softly. “He didn’t touch me until a year before he proposed, I was 15 at this point and was madly in love with him. I can’t even remember what made him so upset but what I do remember was that he had hit me.” You looked over to see Marc starting at you intently, showing he was listening.

“He wouldn’t let me see my friends, excluded me from them. Only if he was with me could I go because he wanted to make sure I didn’t cheat. I would wake up to him being gone at random hours of the night, he wouldn’t answer his phone and he’d come back smelling of cheap perfume and sex.” You sighed “I felt trapped inside the relationship. You know my parents weren’t around. I had no friends,no job I didn’t really even go out all that much. I didn’t have anyway to get help” you took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to continue, I don’t want you to cause things to resurface” you smiled at him and grabbed a hold of his hand. “I’m okay, promise. The abuse only got worse and I began to hate myself. I felt like the relationship was my fault, I said yes to the date,I agreed. It was my fault I was in that situation and it was my fault I couldn’t get out of it. Eventually on my 17th birthday he proposed, said he was gonna change and apologized for everything. I believed him” you sighed shaking your head partially at your own stupidity.

“The next few months were great until he started disappearing at night again, the verbal abuse started again and I knew before long the physical aspect would come back. So…” You rubbed the back of his knuckles with your thumb, calming yourself and him with the action. “I reached back out to a friend, asked is they could help. They did and within a week I had gotten all my stuff and moved in with them, I left the ring on his bedside table and just left.”

“Good, you did a good job” Marc said and you smiled “I don’t get triggered by a lot just some things can still make me flinch like fast movements or sounds. I sometimes have that same headspace when shopping though I try not to” Marc shifted closer to you “I’m just gonna hug you” he warned and you smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. “You didn’t do any of that love, none of that was your fault, you were a kid and he took advantage of that. Don’t blame yourself.” You nodded into his chest as Marc finally pulled from the hug.

“You’re beautiful love, not a thing about you is anything but perfection. If you need a reminder just let us know” you giggled at him and sniffled a bit. “Thank you” he kissed your forehead and you smiled. “Well we both got issues I guess” he said and you laughed “yeah, we do” Marc smiled at you and you felt safe totally and completely safe.

“Marc..” you said and he looked at you with a smile “yeah?” You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned forward kissing him softly. You pulled away only to have Marc pull you back into him kissing you with a lot more passion.

The rest was a blur, mumbled words and clothes being tossed around in between kisses. You blamed it on you feeling vulnerable,or the heat of the moment but you knew it wasn’t true, you were in love, in love with all 3 of them.

Your head fell back as you gripped the sheet’s beneath you your orgasm tearing through you like a train. “Fuck” you Chanted it over and over as Marc’s tongue worked you through your high. He only stopped when you let the cutest whine out at the overstimulation. Your body went limp as Marc trailed kisses up your navel and stomach stooping to suck against your harden nipple. You gasped at the feeling as he bit and sucked against it, moving to your other and giving it the same treatment.

“You look so dazed, so pretty” he mumbled as your looked up at him hovering above you. You watched him glance back at the mirror that set diagonal from his bed and smiled. “Let him out” you said and Marc looked back at you “but love, he’s-” you shook your head “I’m fine, let him out” Marc sighed. You weren’t sure which one was pestering him but one of them was.

“You don’t know how delicious you are. You look so beautiful” Jake, of course it was jake. You smiled at him “stop pestering Marc” you scolded and he chuckled “it got me what I want” you giggled “be nice to him!” You demanded flicking his forehead. “Did you just flick me?” He questioned and you shrugged “maybe..” Jake clicked his tongue and you squealed when he flipped you over your stomach making a soft thud as it landed on Stevens sheets.

“Well just for that, you lost your hands” he said pulling them behind your back he held them together with one of his hands. “Let me make something clear princessa,you do what I say when I say it and if you dare disobey me I’ll make sure you hurt for it.” The threat should have scared you really but it didn’t, it elected heat in your core. “Yes,Sir” he chuckled “see, your well mannered. Just needed a reminder huh?” You nodded bitting your lip as you smiled.

“Your dripping, look at what a mess Marc made. So wet for me” you gasped when you felt his fingers press inside you. You were still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm and the feeling of his fingers stretching you out made you see white. It felt so good. You let out soft mewls as his fingers worked you back up “you’re so fucking pretty, look at you my dumb little princessa. You want my cock? Hmm? Want me to fill you up until you burst baby?” You nodded with a whine. “Then you should try to take my fingers better” you sobbed out when his fingers sunk deeper inside you.

Jake was going feral watching you swallow up his fingers the sloppy sounds only making him that much harder. “Sir…more please” he lifted his head smiling at you “what was that?” He asked and you whined “more…I want more” Jake shook his head. “Princessa, I know you can beg better then that.” You whined pushing your hips back onto his hand. You gasped when a sharp slap landed on your bottom. “Fucking slut, I didn’t say to move I said Fucking beg.” His fingers were pulled from you and you whined out.

“Shut it, bad little girls don’t get what they want.” He dropped a hold of your wrists “don’t you dare fucking touch me.” He warned as his hands grabbed your hips shifting you into his lap your back to his chest. Jake shoved his slick covered fingers into your mouth and you groaned at the taste of yourself. “Naughty little baby, trying to fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers.” His hand dropped down rubbing soft circles on your clit while you sucked against his other hand.

You whined and squirmed trying your best to keep your hands to yourself as he teased your clit, your hips bucking wanting more pleasure. “Look at you all squirmy baby, fucking needy, you desperately trying to get daddy inside you huh? You just can’t think properly without me inside you, isn’t that right princessa?” He pulled his fingers from your mouth and you nodded. “Yes daddy, it is.” You agreed and Jake hummed “you’re a dirty girl aren’t you? Calling me daddy? And here we thought you were a innocent little baby. You aren’t though are you?” You shook your head. “Good girl” he praised as he lifted your hips allowing you to sink down onto him.

“Hello, love”’you sighed your head felt like it was spinning “stevie…” you whined “it’s okay love, I know I know. It’s a lot isn’t it baby? Too much for you?” He asked and you shook your head. “Feels so good” Steven chuckled “but I’m not even moving baby” you just whined head dropping back onto his shoulder.

Steven was new to it but he wasn’t dumb, it was obvious you weren’t in the right headspace anymore to properly talk. It made Steven feel all that more soft for you, wanting to take care of you when you’re like this.

“Shh, it’s okay I’ve got you love, I’m gonna take such good care of you” he assured pushing your hair behind your ears as he started to thrust up into you, gentle and soft. “Doing so good baby, taking me so well!” He praised as his thrusts slowly picked up a faster pace. All you could do was moan and whine in return too far gone to form proper words. “Feels good huh love? I know it feels good for me, so perfect for us buttercup, fucking amazing” he kissed your temple and you whined.

“Wanna touch? You can touch baby, you’ve done good you’re doing a good job” you whined reaching for his hand to intwine your fingers. “Awh such a good baby, so sweet and soft for us, Good girl” you whined at the praise feeling your stomach tightening up “gonna…can’t” you babbled and Steven hushed you. “It’s okay love, I know. Let go it’ll feel so good, wanna feel you cum for me buttercup, cmon cum for me I know you can baby” you squeezed his hand as you came.

Your orgasm was rougher then before but you couldn’t even tell all you felt was the intense pleasure. “Gonna cum, gonna shoot it all out inside your pretty little tummy baby” Steven cooed and followed through. His cock twitched inside you you felt the spurts filling you up to the brim.

“Good girl, good. yes such a good baby” you sighed smiling at him sleepily. You stayed quite for a few minutes focusing on your breathing you felt his arms tightened around you and sighed welcoming the feeling. “Damnit, look at you baby, my pretty girl so ruined.” You hummed in response. “Gonna clean daddy up?” He asked and you nodded “whatever daddy wants” you mumbled and Marc smiled. “Yeah, clean daddy up because you’re such a messy little baby.”

You turned around once he was fully out licking up the mess of your cum mixed with his. “Good girl, look up at me” he said lifting your chin “so Fucking dazed, so cute” he scrunched his nose up at you and tapped your lips with his thumb. You dropped your mouth open and Marc leaned forward dripping spit into your mouth before you swallowed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby” he cooed and you nodded, Marc left long enough to get a wet washcloth wiping you and your legs clean. Really you should both take a shower but neither of you had the energy so he slid back in the bed allowing you to cuddle into his chest. “Goodnight pretty girl” you smiled at him “goodnight, daddy” Marc let out a hum and kissed your head.

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sinfulspencer · 2 years

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Hii! 💕

To celebrate your milestone I would like to make a request hehe

Only angel: Softdom!Reader praising and worshipping Spencer after he filled out a little in the later seasons (give me some tummy love 🥺)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: spicy fluff (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: insecurities, body issues SoftDom!Reader, Sub!Spencer, lovebites, handjob, cum play

Words: 1.7k

A.N: I don’t think I’ve ever said it before, but I’m obsessed with Spencer’s tummy so this request was like… a cold glass of water on a very hot day. Thank you Foxy, hope you like this. And thank you to my girlfriend @sassymoon for beta-reading this.

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Sitting on the couch in the living room, I turned the pages of my book with my eyes settled on the black ink right in front of me. The sound of the rain hitting the windows of the living room encouraged me to keep reading, but I couldn’t ignore the loud huffs and sighs coming from the bedroom.

I didn’t know what Spencer was up to, but by the sounds he was producing, something wasn’t going as well as he wanted to. He kept pacing around the room and then dropping onto the bed, because it squeaked under his movements. Then, he would get back up and whisper something under his breath.

“Spencer? Is everything okay?”

He opened the bedroom door. “I’m trying on some clothes.”

Furrowing my eyebrows, I closed the book and placed it on the couch. “Why? Do you want to sell some of them?”

“No, I wanted to see if I could wear my old cardigans.” - Spencer answered, walking out of the room - “But they don’t fit me anymore.”

I couldn’t see him from where I was, so I left the living room to see what the fuss was all about. Wrapping my cardigan around my body, I followed the sound of his footsteps until I reached Spencer. He was standing in the middle of the hallway with his hands on his hips.

Confused, I crossed my arms to my chest. “They fit you just fine, baby. What’s the problem?”

Spencer pointed to the buttons right over his belly, but I still didn’t understand what was wrong with it. The fabric was hugging his skin perfectly, just like I wanted to do at that moment instead of letting him go out with his colleagues.

“This cardigan used to fit me two months ago and now I can barely close the buttons.”

Taking a step closer to him, I brought both my hands on his hips. Our fingers locked together as I looked down at him, noting the buttons straining to hold the cardigan. I didn’t see anything wrong with it, to me it looked just fine but Spencer was clearly bothered with that little weight gaining.

“Clothes are meant to fit your body, not the other way around. If a piece of clothing doesn't fit you anymore, let it go. The fact that it doesn’t fit just means you’ve grown older, and time only made you better.”

Spencer released a frustrated sigh and I didn’t know if my answer was satisfying him or it was making it worse. I hoped it helped him because in my eyes, there was nothing wrong in how he looked.

On the contrary, the sight of him in general made me fall in love with Spencer even more.

“But if it’s that bad… take it off.”

I didn’t let him answer me because I immediately unbuttoned the cardigan, forcing it to open and show the skin I was dying to leave marks all over. If Spencer didn’t love his tummy, I was going to show him that it was worth loving and make it my mission to turn it into Spencer’s favorite body part.

He didn’t say anything as he stumbled back inside of our bedroom, with my lips pressed to his neck and my hands scratching the delicate skin of his tummy. He didn’t say anything as he let me take off that navy blue cardigan and dropped it onto the floor. He didn’t say anything when I pushed him onto the mattress and settled between his legs, with my mouth covering his skin with kisses.

Spencer giggled, running his fingers through my hair in a pathetic attempt to stop me from tickling him. I wasn’t done, I needed him to understand how much I loved him and how his clothes weren’t nothing but just items who could just be thrown out in a matter of seconds.

If those cardigans didn’t fit him, I was going to buy him new ones that would make him happier.

“Don’t push me off, baby.” - I whispered, stroking his thighs with my hands - “And let me show you how pretty your belly will be covered in kisses.”

Spencer didn’t speak, simply giving me a nod with his head to tell me he was alright with everything I had in mind. Those honey-coloured eyes were focused on the sight of me, carefully pushing his trousers down.

I loved how he went completely speechless when my mouth touched his skin and his cheeks turned into the prettiest shade of pink there was. The power I had over him made me feel dizzy with desire, and I know it had the same consequences over him.

“You look breath-taking, baby.”

As I traveled further down with my mouth, my hands reached for the part of his body that craved my attention the most. The combination of my lips drawing figures on his skin right above his belly button and my hands wrapping around his most precious part were enough to drive him, and me as well, crazy.

His breath became uneven while I picked the pace of my motions up, craving to hear the pleasure dripping from his voice. I was rewarded by a chorus of whimpers and words that resembled my name, as Spencer tried to wiggle away from my grip and the kisses I was covering his belly with.

His skin tasted like honey on my tongue.

“A little weight gain means nothing but more parts of you to love.”

Spencer whined at my relentless wrist moving rapidly up and down his length, bringing him the same pleasure he was giving me by watching me, by craving me, by letting me love his body. He looked lovely with those peachy cheeks and his parted lips, staring at me with those brown eyes burning with desire.

Trembling, Spencer pressed his hand behind my head when my tongue brushed right below the head of his cock.

“Every single time an item of clothing won’t fit you, you’ll think about this moment.” - I uttered, dragging my tongue up from the base of his cock to his happy trail - “You’ll think about how I love your tummy and how hot it makes you look from my eyes.”

Spencer tightened his grip on my hair while my teeth dug into his skin hard enough to leave marks, followed by my lips closing around the same path of his skin and turning it into a deep, red color.

“You’ll think about how good your tummy looks covered in hickies.”

He threw his head back while my hands didn’t stop their movements, driving him closer and closer to that peak. The pitch of his moans changed when my mouth lunged forward and left another mark right above his belly button, where the mark of one of the buttons remained.

“You’ll think about me touching your pretty cock while kissing your sweet tummy.”

With tears in his eyes, Spencer struggled to look at me while his body shuddered under my ministrations. Every muscle in his body tensed while the pleasure in his body was getting higher, louder and stronger.

I didn’t stop, using both my hands to bring him that pleasure he deserved. My fingers slipped up and down over the smooth skin of his length, while my mouth kissed the tender skin right above the base of his cock.

“C-Close.”

I could barely hear him through the pathetic whimpers that left his mouth, but it wasn’t difficult to understand what was about to happen. I nipped at the skin of his inner thigh before looking up at him with a devilish smirk on my lips.

Spencer looked ethereal on the verge of an orgasm.

His curls were splayed all over the pillow, his lips were parted open and his eyes were stuck on my face.

“Come for me, baby. Let me see how good I made you feel.”

Spencer stared at the way my hands moved up and down his length, my thumbs brushing right above and immediately below the head just to give him that spark of electricity he needed to reach that state of euphoria.

“I want you to come for me all over your pretty belly.” - I told him, hoping he would hear me through the sounds of his own sobs and whimpers - “Come on your belly and let me kiss it.”

Kissing his inner thigh again, Spencer’s breath grew heavier and his body shuddered again. His hands tried to stop me, to push me away but I wasn’t going to give up until he gave me what I ordered him. Spencer was not going to prevent me from cleaning up with my tongue.

After all, I just didn’t want him to make a mess on the sheets.

Just on himself.

Watching me, mesmerized by the way my hands and my fingers were moving, Spencer called out my name before finishing right where I asked him to. Painting his own tummy with the results of his pleasure, I felt him relax under my touch even though his whimpers were still echoing through the walls.

My mouth didn’t wait for him to relax.

I dragged my tongue all over the white stripes, cleaning his desire off his skin while leaving even more marks all over his tummy. Spencer trembled with his hands still ruining my hair, but he didn’t push me away. He let me cover his skin in even more marks than before, all different in shapes and colors.

Spencer seemed to love them, and to love me giving them to him.

“Thank you.”

Straddling Spencer, I brought my hands up to cradle his face. “No need to thank me. You looked lovely two months ago and you still love just as lovely, if not more.”

It was difficult not to kiss him when he looked at me that way, with so much love and tenderness it almost broke my heart. I did nothing special, I just showed him that no matter how he looked, he was still the love of my life and my baby.

Clothes were just clothes, they meant nothing.

“Now I’m late.”

Laughing against his lips, I closed the distance between us with a long kiss. Spencer reversed our position, settling between my legs and stealing each one of my breath with more kisses.

“Tell them your partner was too busy worshiping your tummy and licking your cum off it.” - I whispered, slowly pulling away from his addictive mouth - “I’m sure your colleagues will understand.”

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nothereoranywhere · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request dating headcanons for Camilo from Encanto?

Having Camilo Madrigal as a S/O

I got this request from SEVERAL people so... let's go! (Also, there are like no Camilo gifs)

This is also gender neutral!

Pre-dating:

-You and your family had just moved to a new town. You didn’t hate the move, but you also didn’t love it either. Because you didn’t know anyone, you opted to doing things that didn’t involve people. Examples of things you did included cleaning the house, drawing, reading, and painting.

-One day, your mother got sick of you staying inside all the time and demanded you get some fresh air. You decided, in order to satisfy your displeased mother, just to sit outside and read. You didn’t want to talk to anyone so best to look busy. However, this single action caught the eye of a certain someone.

“Hey, I’ve never seen you in town before.”

You would look up from your book to see a boy around your age on stone fence above you. He rested his chin on his hand while looking at his nails, almost like he was trying to appear “cool” and “mysterious”. His mannerisms confused you.

“My family just moved here two weeks ago,” you said before returning to your book.

“Cool... cool... hey, didn’t catch your name- WOAH!” The boy somehow slipped on something and fell onto the muddy ground.

You placed down your book and walked over to help him out. “Ouch, are you okay?” You gave him your hand and helped him get up.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Thanks...”

The boy smiled and gazed at you for a few seconds.

“Uh... you good there, buddy?”

He immediately snapped out of his trace. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for that.” The boy stood up and put out his right hand. “I’m Camilo. Camilo Madrigal.”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).” You hesitantly shook his hand.

-After that, the two of you started hanging a lot. You invited him into your life and he’s here to stay. What did you expect?

-Camilo teases you a lot and jokes around. He likes scaring you and playing pranks but he never takes it too far. And if he does, he is always quick to apologize. When you two start dating, this does take a slight turn but that will be discussed later.

-Speaking of dating, Camilo’s family, and your family, are quick to find out about you two’s little “friendship”. Cue Camilo’s sister and cousins constantly teasing him about having a crush. This leaves him mortified. You, too, are met with teasing from your family and even people around town.

-You’re most likely the one who asks Camilo out first since, even though he seems sly, he is truly and utterly weak and a nervous mess when it comes to you. Of course, when you finally ask him out, he is in shock but excited and immediately accepts.

Dating:

-Despite how often you two hung out, you had never actually met Camilo’s family as a whole. Maybe a hi or hello from his sister or cousins but that was it. You were worried about meeting his mom but, when you two first met each other at the Madrigal’s front door, she was ecstatic and immediately determined, after examining your face and asking you a bunch of questions, that you were perfect for her son!

-Like his cousin Isabela, Camilo’s flirtatious comments are sweet and somewhat cheesy. Unlike Isabela, he isn’t the best at pulling them off.

“Do you have a map?”

“No? Why do you need a map?” “Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

This always earns a laugh from the both of you.

-Camilo still teases and plays pranks on you but now you have started to tease him back. He usually doesn’t expect this and it almost always leaves him in a flustered mess.

-Camilo also likes giving you very short and unexpected kisses. Mostly to tease you. You’ll simply be reading and Camilo will come out of nowhere and peck you on the cheek. Before he can scurry away, you drag him back and give him a real kiss.

-Camilo’s mom is almost like a second mom to you. She looks out for you and you help her out and calm her down whenever she gets agitated or stressed out. Camilo’s dad is also your second dad that you never knew you needed. You can she where Camilo got a lot of his mischievous from. Dolores is very sweet to you. I mean she kinda did help Camilo court you. And Antonio is like a little brother to you. Pretty much all of the Madrigals love and respect you.

-And finally, Camilo’s Abuela approves of you dating, and someday marrying, her grandson. Yay!

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yespolkadotkitty · 2 years

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Who Wouldn't Want That

I watched episode 1 of Moon Knight and I want someone to treat Steven kindly.

Words: 1.3k ~ Warnings: none. Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader

Today is the third time he’s fallen asleep on you in as many weeks. You always seem to end up sitting next to him on this Central Line train. His hair is mussed, like he’s slept funny on it or spent too long running his fingers through it.

He holds a messenger bag on his lap, plain black. You wonder what’s inside, where he goes when he gets off the train.

You don’t mind that he falls asleep on you. Really. You live alone with only a tortoise for company, so you’re a little starved in the human contact department.

He smells nice, of paperback books and something sort of sugary - breakfast cereal?

The train jolts to a stop at the next station and the man jerks away with a startled “hnnnnggh.”

He glances at you, eyes comically wide for a second. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“That’s okay.”

His eyes flick over you for a second. They’re as dark as the waves of hair on his head. “Oh bugger, I’ve done this before, haven’t I? I promise it’s not some kind of weird fetish thing. Not that I have any weird fetishes….” he trails off, then bites his lip.

You chuckle. “Bad night’s sleep?”

“Every night,” he mutters.

You give him your name. “Seems like we should at least know each other a little if we’re going to continue this.”

He smiles. “Steven.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Steven.”

The train stops again and you have to get off. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that,” he says softly. “Laters.”

You haven’t heard anyone say laters since you were a teenager, but the sort of laid back persona oddly suits him.

You see him again two days later, not at the usual time.

“You work Saturdays?” you ask.

He nods, a curl coming loose from his head of hair. “Sometimes. I, ah, work in the British Museum gift shop. The Egyptian section.” He smiles ruefully. “I’m late in sometimes. All the time, actually. So I have to make the time up.”

“Sounds a bit like detention,” you tease.

A flush creeps up his cheeks. It’s adorable. “Something like that, yeah.”

“Will they make you write lines?”

The fingers of his left hand open and close on his thigh. “Nah, but I’ll have to do inventory, which is just as bad. Endless scanning of gift shop stuff. You know. Keyrings of Anubis but wearing a dog collar.”

You snort.

“I mean, why not at least sell cool stuff? Scarabs and that. Replicas of the heart scarab of Hatnefer. It’s even engraved with some of the Book of the Dead. Who wouldn’t want that rather than a bag of hieroglyph jellies? I mean, ten year olds, I guess.”

You chuckle. He’s funny.

“You seem like you know a lot about Egypt, for a gift shop clerk.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “Worked there a long time, I suppose.” His brows furrow for a second, like he doesn’t know if that’s true or not, and the strange moment lingers in your memory until the train stops. Steven stands.

You do too.

“I’m getting out here today, too. Meeting a friend.”

His face falls but he covers it quickly. “Oh yeah? Have a good time.” He turns away a little, and you realise he’s used to rejection. Used to being passed over.

Only you don’t want to pass him over. You want to learn more about him. He’s a loner, like you, and maybe you’ve just been waiting for him, all this time.

“What time do you finish inventory?” you ask.

His coal-black gaze snaps to yours. “What?”

It takes you an hour longer than you’d planned for, but you find a florist that stocks lotus flowers.

You hurry to the museum steps. It’s only three o’clock, still busy. Tourists sit on the stone steps between the imposing pillars and eat snacks, read museum maps, chat and listen to music and soak up the sunshine.

You spot Steven almost immediately, sitting off to the side by himself, staring into the distance, looking but not really seeing.

He expects to be stood up, you think, your heart squeezing. He doesn’t think you’ll come.

“Steven.”

His head jerks around and he stands up, almost slipping down a step in the process. His awkwardness is sweet, unusual in such an attractive man.

“You came.”

“Of course!” You offer the lotus flower. “This is for you.”

Surprise and joy bloom on his face for a moment. “For me? No one’s ever given me flowers before. Wow. I. Um. Thank you. Thank you,” he says again, softer, and you take a moment to admire the open amazement on his handsome face.

“You’re welcome.”

He stands up, still carefully cradling the flower. “Did you know that in Ancient Egypt, lotuses were a symbol of the sun, because they close at night and open at dawn? They were all about creation and rebirth. In fact, there’s one creation myth-” he cuts himself off. “You probably don’t wanna hear about that.”

You touch his arm. He feels surprisingly muscled under his plain, drab dress shirt. That’s interesting. “No, I do want to.”

“Really?” Excitement flickers over his face, like a kid in a sweet shop, and then he looks down at the flower again, as if to make sure it’s still in his palm.

“Really. Do you wanna go somewhere?”

He tears his gaze from the flower. “With you?”

“You’re funny. Of course with me.”

“Yes. I mean, yeah, of course. Sure.” He cards his free hand through his hair and you stifle a laugh at his late attempt to play it cool. “Wherever you want.”

You turn back to the museum entrance. “Actually - would you show me around? The museum, I mean. I bet you know loads more than what’s on the info cards.”

“You… You want me to show you around?”

You link your arm through his. Christ, he feels jacked. Why is a gift shop clerk jacked? “Yeah. I do.”

You walk up the steps and between the pillars together.

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primofate · 3 years

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always.

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist.

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down.

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face.

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!”

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that.

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute.

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it.

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words.

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend.

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them.

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?”

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!”

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you.

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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The Letter(V/Vergil x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 2,207 Warnings: Fluff, angst, general smuttiness, technically the loss of a loved one, sadness, unprotected sex, passionate love making, creampie, the usual suspects you can expect from this blog. Pairings: V/Vergil x Fem!Reader Summary: Reader fell head over heels for V, but when their time is cut short, she can't handle not being able to see him. Things seemingly gets worse when she finds the most beautiful letter addressed to her from V, and with it, she confronts Vergil. A/N: The letter in question is this beautiful work, by @bluedynasty23, and I was so very much inspired by their amazing words. That letter from V is just so bittersweet and beautiful. And thanks to @beneathstarryskies, who gave me the idea for this fic actually, this piece of content was born! Thanks for all the inspiration! Also, side note, but We Close Our Eyes by Oingo Boingo goes very welly with this fic ;)

You’ve been through so much with him in the short time here. It almost killed you inside when you realized you’d never see him again. You had fallen so hard for him despite being almost complete opposites. But that fact only made you only love him so much more. He was everything to you. The way he so easily charmed his way into your heart, his poetic words which always sparked a flame deep within you. You knew he was always hiding something from you, but you wanted to ignore these little secrets. The little secrets that were actually so big, they tried to swallow you whole.

It was weeks later, when you were cleaning up your room, that you found his letter. Those sweet poetic words on the lined paper…you swore, you could hear them being spoken by your beloved. You broke down and cried when you read his words of love. Your heart longed for him, and you ached so deep inside of you.

Despite knowing it wouldn’t quite be the same, you tried desperately to get to know Vergil. But he had been so cold and so distant with you. It hurt so much. Though you knew the man you loved so dearly was somewhere inside of Vergil, you could never see it. It wasn’t the same.

It was Dante who tried to reassure you, but it was more difficult to get over this than you first thought. Vergil wasn’t what you thought he’d be. Sometimes, you wondered if he even had any of V’s memories. You’d blush when you realized that if he did have those memories, he would have known about the intimate moments you spent with V. But Vergil never let on that he knew anything. He spent most of his time ignoring you or giving you the cold shoulder.

This letter proved to be too much. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You needed to know, even if you recognized how impossible it would be, that you might see him again. It was a slim chance, for sure. You needed to hear someone tell you. You needed to hear the actual words from his damn mouth.

You make your way to Devil May Cry, letter in hand. Vergil sits on the sofa, book in hand. You are reminded of your poetic lover immediately. Slowly, you walk up to him. Your heart is in your throat at this point. Something about this man was so much more intimidating than you’d like to admit. He made you feel a certain way, but you couldn’t really put your finger on it. It was something new, something exciting.

“I…need to talk to you.” You manage to stutter.

Vergil looks up at you, and you swear you see love in his eyes when your eyes lock. You blush, looking down at your feet, but you pass him the letter. You don’t know what else to do. He’s confused at first, but then he reads it thoroughly. His eyes scan the lined paper, reading every word. Then, his eyes fall back to yours. Vergil isn’t sure how to respond. You look so sad with tears in your eyes. He has a flash of some of V’s memories and it hurts him.

“Maybe you think I’m foolish,” you finally break the silence. “I need to know if I’m ever going to see him again.”

You try your best to stifle your crying, but Vergil feels your sadness deep inside of him. He’s grown to love you through V’s memories and just getting to know you casually. He knows he’s not the easiest person to get along with, and all the pushing away he’s done to you was to protect you from getting your heart broken. You remind him of a happier time in his life. When he doesn’t actually answer you, you scoff softly.

“Answer me. Tell me I’ll never see him again. Break my fucking heart, Vergil.”

Vergil stutters and he’s at a loss for words. How can he tell you the truth? How can he even begin to explain? He moves a few steps closer to you, but you put your hand out to stop him.

“I love him. I love him so fucking much. You wouldn’t even understand,” you try to walk away, but you feel his cold grip on your wrist. It’s gentle, and he tugs you closer to him.

With your head now on his chest, you begin to sob. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you cry. Vergil struggles with how to console you, so he decides only to hold you. Every little breath and sniffle makes his heart ache. He hates to see you like this. He knows he should have done better.

“No…”

“God dammit! Is that all you have to say to me?” You finally look up at him, and this is what makes him snap.

He presses his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. All the emotions that had built up between the two of you finally bubbled up. Vergil couldn’t hold it in any longer. Those long nights alone in his room with V’s memories, he saw everything. Every little kiss, every little touch. He could hear those damn words you shared. And of course, he knew about those intimate moments. Vergil craved you so much, he wanted you so badly.

“Why does that matter anymore, sparrow? I’m…I’m right here. He’s me. I’m him.”

You can’t help but gasp. Your eyes are wide and filled with tears. It was true. He was that same man you fell for. Though it was different in so many ways, it still was the same man. You nuzzled your face in his chest, another soft sob falling from your lips.

“You won’t see him again, but that’s only because it’s me. It’s always been me, sparrow.”

He softly presses his hand on your back, rubbing so soothingly. Vergil has never shown you affection like this, but you knew that the words he spoke were true. They weren’t lies. They weren’t the words of Dante who tiptoed around the touchy subject. They were the actual truth.

“Vergil…” You whine, unsure of how to respond. He cups your cheek, and you look up into those beautiful eyes.

“I tried to fight it at first, thinking it wasn’t fair to you, but I couldn’t. I’ve fallen for you. You have no idea how much I love you,”

“B-but,” and he only silences your concerns with another sweet kiss. This time, his tongue slides into your mouth.

Your heart races in your chest as you try to come to terms with what’s going on. Your mind is screaming for you to stop, but you want to keep this going on so desperately. You fully submit yourself to this kiss, your hands reaching up to touch him anywhere you can reach.

Without another word, he picks you up and carries you to his room. You stay cradled in his arms until he sets you gently down on the bed. You want to say something, but you can’t even think of something to say right now. His lips are on yours, making your head spin.

“I’ve missed you, darling. I know this may be different from what you are used to, but I promise I’ll show you the love you deserve.”

His words send chills down your spine. You shudder in his arms and he smiles shyly. It will be new in a way. You know that he won’t have the tattoos. He’s even bigger than your poetic lover, but there is some familiarity there. You can sense that need and urgency that V used to have for you. Like it was your last moment together.

“I love you,” you finally confess. You know maybe it’s wrong to say it to Vergil, but it was the truth. You loved the humanity in him, so you knew you could love the other side of him.

“I feel the same,” he whispers; another kiss pressed to your lips.

The two of you frantically begin undressing each other, trying so hard to touch each other so wantonly. His hands were rough but they still felt so good on your skin.

You blush when you realize that this is the first time that Vergil sees you naked and you see him naked. You know he’s technically seen you naked in a way, but this is different. He smirks when he sees you checking him out. You bite your lip, and he’s chuckling.

“I know it’s not what you’re expecting.”

Your mouth waters when you see his large member. His cock that stands erect, leaking precum. It’s on display for you, sending jolts of arousal coursing through you.

He presses you against the mattress, kissing you desperately and hungrily now. It’s like a different man is in this bed with you. You have no complaints. All of this is driving you crazy. You know you can find that comfort within Vergil.

“Do you want me?” he asks, his hand trailing down to your thighs. He presses it on your mound, then his fingers ghost on your wet folds.

“Yes, I do. I need you.”

“That’s my girl.” These words confirm it for you. You know it’s your lover. It’s truly him.

Tears well up in your eyes again, and Vergil wipes them away. He takes his time with his fingers, rubbing them up and down your wet slick. He doesn’t remember the last time he has felt this aroused. But he knows that he’s felt this way with you before; no, not him…but,

“Please, Vergil. Don’t tease me.” You plead, and he swallows hard. Those sweet words are too good.

“I won’t tease you,” his fingers slip into you with ease, making you cling to his arm.

It felt different, but oh so similar. It was hard to explain and you could barely wrap your brain around it. Those thoughts are swiftly pushed away when you feel him curling his fingers deep inside of you.

“O-oh…” you bite your lip again, your eyes fluttering shut. He cups your chin and makes you look into his eyes.

“Look at me, sparrow. Please, look at me,” It’s hypnotic. You can’t look away now.

No matter how embarrassed you might be about looking into his eyes while he fucks you with his fingers to that intense orgasm, you could never shut your eyes to such sweet pleading.

Vergil finds himself feeling so proud that he still knows all those sweet spots inside of you. His thumb swipes against your swollen clit in just the way he knows you love it. Your sweet whines get captured in those heated kisses.

“Cum for me, sparrow. Let go for me,”

The coil in your stomach snaps and you cling to him, desperate for this sweet release. You whine and whimper his name as you shake and shudder in his arms. Your juices soak his fingers as your walls clench around them.

It’s only when you’re trying to push him away that he stops his movements. He lays you down completely on the bed, and slots himself between your thighs. Vergil grasps his cock, rubbing the head between your folds. He knows he has no chance in hell to last long, but that doesn’t matter to him anymore.

“I love you so much, sparrow. I’m going to protect you and keep you safe. I’ll be yours forever,”

“I love you so much, Vergil.”

He pushes into you, making the two of you gasp at the sudden intense pleasure. Slowly, more and more of him slips into you until he is balls deep inside of you. You’re both panting as the pleasure grows and leaves you both so dizzy with lust.

“You feel so good,” he whines. His large hands cup your thighs and he guides you to wrap your legs around him.

“You do too,”

Vergil begins a slow and deep pace, making sure to reach all those spots that leave you reeling. Your hands caress his back, then go down to cup his ass to pull him even closer. He moans loudly, his head resting on your chest as he fucks you a little harder.

“I won’t last long,” he confesses, his eyes shut tight. His cheeks burn as he realizes how stupid that was.

“It’s okay. Let go for me, my love.”

That’s all it takes for him to come undone. It’s so beautiful to see him in the throes of pleasure and passion like this. You coo the sweetest words of love for him as he pumps shot after shot of his thick, hot cum into you. He shudders as the last wave hits him, and he slumps on top of you.

Your fingers run through his hair, and you kiss the top of his head. You feel his lips latching onto one of your nipples, and you smile softly.

“I’m so happy that I got to love him, because it led me to you.”

A soft whimper falls from his lips, “I’m happy too, sparrow. You have no idea.”

And from now on, you know that you’ll see him again. Because he’s always right there in front of you.

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yikimiki · 3 years

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What about stepbros Zeke & Eren tag teaming their little princess🤭

stepbro!eren x fem!reader x stepbro!zeke | warnings: smut, stepcest, all characters are adults, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, breast play, praise kink, size kink, creampie(s)

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You knew it would come to this — it always does. It’s rare that both your brothers are home at once, always busy with either college or work, and, even more so, that they’re in good terms. You have no idea what kind of love/hate relationship goes down in the Jaeger family, but you are beyond used to seeing Eren and Zeke with a frown on their faces when the other walks in, therefore the vision of them talking in friendly terms always catches you off guard.

The text from your mom comes just as you’re walking home — dad and I are out on a date! Zeke and Eren are home and you can all order something to eat — and the late warning has you rolling your eyes. You like your makeshift brothers most of the time (you swear you do) but you seriously need a relaxing night and, by experience, being home alone with the two of them is always anything but.

It all starts when you throw yourself on your bed, groaning loudly at the tension on your shoulders as Zeke walks into your room, hands in his pockets and a curious look on his face. “Tired?” He asks.

“Exhausted. My back is killing me,” you answer, pressing two fingers against your temple. “Mom said we can order something tonight. They’re out on a date.”

Zeke takes a step toward the bed, eyeing you up and down. “We can do that, Eren says he wants pizza.” You nod at his words, expecting him to take a jab at his younger brother’s wishes. It doesn’t come, though, Zeke just sits behind you in bed, two large hands coming up to press against your tense shoulders. When he speaks up again, his voice is husky and low against your ear. “And we can make you feel better if you want, princess.”

Once again, you knew it would come to this. What can you say? You’re weak, and you’ve gone through every excuse in the book in order to convince yourself that what you’re doing with your two stepbrothers isn’t that weird. You’re not biologically related and, frankly, you haven’t even heard of the two of them a little over a year ago. You’re all consenting adults and... they just feel... so good. And they take care of you so well.

It’s an unspoken truth between you three that the two of them work like beasts when they’re in the same tune. Zeke has barely started massaging your shoulders when Eren walks into your room, then is just a matter of minutes and a few shared looks until he is pushing you against Zeke’s chest and spreading your legs so he can take off your pants and lick your pussy clean. The hands that were caressing you are now strongly keeping your body in place, Zeke kissing up your neck as his younger brother makes you whimper and moan.

“Shhh, relax, princess,” he says, big hands slowly sliding up your torso, squeezing your breasts. The motion of Eren’s tongue against your clit is making your vision blurry, wave of pleasure growing faster by the second. “Let your big brothers take care of you. You’ve had such a long day, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you agree breathlessly. The buttons of your shirt come undone one by one until the white cotton is thrown on the floor. You’re almost cumming as Eren groans against your slit, moving up to kiss your hips, your belly, until his mouth is settling on your nipple. Zeke pushes the two mounds together, bruising the skin as the younger sucks on it. “P-Please let me cum.”

It’s Eren who answers, his nose bumping against yours as he raises his stare to look at you. “You’re gonna cum, princess,” he assures, voice low. His lips are swollen and wet, brushing against yours as he speaks. His next question is not directed to you, but his stare doesn’t falter. “How do you want her?”

Zeke hums, nonchalantly placing two long fingers over your slit. You shiver as he starts rubbing your clit slowly, barely enough to give you any pleasure. “She’s so wet,” he muses, thinking for a second. His other hand moves upward, holding your jaw as his thumb presses against your lips. Eren moves back to watch it too, how you are eager to suck it into your mouth, warm tongue swirling around it. Zeke sighs. “But this mouth is so fucking perfect too. She always sucks my cock so well.”

“So, what is it?” Eren presses on. “I’m being nice enough for letting you choose this time, so hurry up.”

Zeke scoffs. You almost choke on your own spit when he switches his thumb with his middle and ring finger, thrusting them in and out of your mouth. “It’s my turn to choose, you did it last time,” he remembers. Eren rolls his eyes. “I want my cock in her mouth.”

Eren smirks, happy with that decision. His gaze returns to you, to your perfectly overwhelmed face. “Gonna let me fuck your tight little cunt, baby?” He asks. You nod instantly. “Good girl. Hands and knees for me.”

With a bit of maneuvering, everything falls into place. You turn around, facing Zeke, and pull his pants down as you hear Eren’s zipper opening behind you, your bare heat exposed and glistening. Zeke grunts when his cock springs free from his pants, one hand automatically landing on the back of your head as you lean closer to it, warm tongue licking up his length. “Perfect little thing,” he praises, meeting your doe eyes as you wrap your lips around his tip. Behind you, Eren sends a surprise smack against your ass, making you whimper around the other’s cock. “Fuck, that’s a good girl, wanna see you choking on it.”

“She’s so fucking horny,” Eren breathes out, heavy cock resting against your ass. You wiggle your body towards him, hearing him snicker behind you, fisting his girth. “Look at this, our little sister is soaked for us.”

“Yeah?” Zeke asks, barely holding back a moan when you suck him. “Make her feel good or I will.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns. You moan loudly when Eren’s crown slips between your folds, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and setting into your pussy. He curses about how wet and small you feel, how his thick cock throbs when he bottoms out. You are sobbing around Zeke by the time that Eren starts with a rough, steady pace, throwing your body forward so the other’s cock is pushed deep inside your throat. “Fuck, this pussy’s so good, can’t wait to fill it up.”

“Gonna let your brother fuck you full of his cum, princess?” Zeke asks, pulling on your hair. You moan around his cock, hoping he realizes you’re agreeing with it. “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and let us use your tight little cunt however we want?” Once again, you moan. Eren slaps your ass again, moaning something about how tightly you’re clenching around him, trying to milk his cum. “Fuck, you know I have to feel that pussy around my cock later. Wanna cum inside too, fill our sister up.”

“Feels so fucking good,” Eren says, sounding completely dazed behind you. His cock is so big that your legs are starting to give in, whimpers and sobs pushing past your chest as you sink your mouth deep around Zeke’s member. You just feel so full, so cherished, that you can’t even remember why you felt so tired in the first place. “She’s so fucking tight, I don’t even know how she can take my cock so deep.”

Zeke breathes out, shivering when you gag around him. “You’re made for it, aren’t you, baby?” You whine out, barely hearing as Eren reaches his high, emptying his balls inside you and fucking himself through his orgasm. You only notice once his cum starts leaking out of you, and Zeke notices it too. “Fuck, that’s our good girl,” he praises, but his touch is harsh as he yanks your head up, teary eyes looking up at him. “I need your pussy now.”

Eren groans behind you, pounding into you a few more times until his sensitive cock can’t take it anymore. Your pretty hole flutters when he moves away, a blob of white cum leaking out. “Gonna get both?” Eren asks, pulling his cock out of you. “Only if I can fuck her throat too.”

“Learn how to share,” Zeke answers. You’re shivering by now, orgasm torn from you twice in a row. Your big brother sighs, caressing your cheek as Eren pushes his cum back inside your pussy, moaning something about how you’re still so tight. “Look what you’ve done to her, Eren, she hasn’t cum.”

Eren clicks his tongue. “Not my fault. Finish her off, then.”

With a bit of teamwork, both of them do. In a matter of seconds, you’re on your back and Zeke is pounding like a madman inside you, stretching you out as Eren’s cum drips down his cock, your thighs, making a mess on the bed. Eren decides to position himself next to you, eager hands exploring your body, teasing your clit as his mouth sucks onto the skin of your neck. When you’re about to cum, Eren pulls your face towards him, making out with you as you reach your high; playing with and sucking on your tongue as your brother spills himself inside your abused pussy.

When Zeke pulls out, you feel the mixture of their cums leaking out of you, and you can’t even process the bickering that follows — Eren wanting you to suck his cock now, Zeke saying you’re too tired — because you just feel so good. Peace never lasts between those two, but, when it does, it brings along amazing gifts.

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Pre-Race Tradition

pairing: reader x Lando Norris

summary: Your boyfriend decides he wants a new pre-race tradition.

warnings: making out,fingering, oral(fem receiving)

word count: 1.7k

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Your favourite days?

Sundays.

Sundays?Why Sundays ?

Sundays are race days, so why bothering going to church when you have a perfect front-row view of heaven? [this line is inspired by Noah from Throttled the first book in the dirty air series by Lauren Asher]

Walking to the Mclaren motor home to search your boyfriend you were texting your best friend about how excited you were about todays race.

“Watch out!” Someone screamed before two man or rather child’s rushed towards you. One in a orange mini McLaren and one behind it pushing it, jumping out of their way you saw that the two man-Childs were Daniel and Lando.

“What the-?” “ Don’t even ask” One of the engineers said while laughing.

Shaking your head you walked inside getting yourself some coffee.

Your boyfriend Lando found you there 30 minutes later taking to a female sports reporter. That was an uncommon sight, because the Formula one world was rather dominated my males.

He greeted you with a kiss to the cheek and then grabbed himself something to eat.

“M going upstairs and get ready for the race” Lando said. With getting ready he meant meditating, it was a good way for him to calm down before races so that his nerves wouldn’t get the better of him.

“Okay,I’m gonna follow soon”

“No rush darling”, he nodded goodbye to the reporter and then walked away.

“So what does it feel like to be the girlfriend of Lando Norris?”

“It feels like I’m in a relationship with a child” you laughed.

You and the reporter really hit it off, you would probably see each other more often because she got assigned to formula one this year. You were thrilled, finally some female backup. You loved spending time with Lando and traveling around the world was fun but it got lonely without a girl friend who you could talk to.

When you said your goodbyes and you were on your way upstairs you remembered another thing Lando did every time before a race.

“Hi”, you waved,” do you have any fruit? Preferably a banana?”the staffs women sent a confused look your way before she handed you an banana.

“Thank you” you smiled. Walking away from the food station and straight to Landos room. Opening the door you saw him laying on the couch. The race was about to start in 35 Minutes and he just finished meditating.

“ Hey baby. I got you your pre race sugar.” You went to pass him the banana.

Lando opened his eyes and sat up before responding”Thank you darling, but I think I’m craving something different.” He sent you his signature smirk.

“You want another fruit?” You asked cluelessly.

He smirked at you “ No I want smothering other than fruit.” He gave you a look that told you exactly what he wanted.

“Are you insane? Now!? The race is starting in half an hour!”

“Good thing then that I don’t need much time to make you cum.” He said smugly.

“I-Lando!” You squeaked when he pulled you onto his lap by your waist.

“Stop talking and let me make you feel good,love” he said softly before kissing you.

His lips pressed against yours with passion.

His one hand traveled down to your ass grabbing it and pressing you closer to his form while the other stayed on your waist.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, getting as close as possible. Licking your lower lip Lando made you open your mouth. Using the chance he pushed his tongue into your mouth to taste you.

His grip on your waist tightened as he groaned into the kiss, feeling his cock hardening through his jeans as you begun grinding your hips against his. In response he bit down on your bottom lip, making a moan escape your lips as you pressed yourself against him.

His breathing was becoming heavier and you felt your own body respond as arousal pooled in your panties and you became desperate. He turned you and laid you down on the couch gently whilst holding himself up careful not to crush you with his weigh.

The kiss became more desperate with each thrust of his crotch up against yours.

Moaning you pulled away still in a haze from your boyfriends intoxicating lips.

Not wanting to waste any time Lando scattered kisses along your neck. Sucking and biting he made sure to leave his marks on your soft skin.

He licked over the assaulted skin soothingly. The taste of your skin making him groan.

Moving further down he stopped when your shirt was disturbing his path.

Quickly getting rid of it he was able to continue in no time.

“Lando” ,you panted,” please, please do something.”

“Eager aren’t we ?” He responded smugly, knowing exactly what effect he had on you.

Slipping his hand inside your jeans and cupping you trough your panties he was rewarded with a moan from you. Your hips bugged to met this hand, the tiniest bit of friction enough to send you’re mind into a frenzy. You whimpered underneath him when you felt one of his fingers slip inside your panties. He dragged his finger across your slit, coating it in your arousal, then he removed his finger from you.

You wanted to groan out in frustration but before you could he brought his slick covered finger up to his mouth, licking it. Your moan got stuck in your throat and you to pressed your eyes shut.

“Look at me “ he growled.

Snapping your eyes open you were met with his eyes, lust and longing shining in them.

He brought the finger that was in you to your lips motioning you to open your mouth, you obeyed instantly.

You sucked on his finger, imagining it was something else and the thought alone made you moan and press your thighs together. Or rather try his body in between them blocking you from doing so.

“Imagining you’re sucking my cock right now? Bet you’d like that so much. Maybe if you are a good girl for me, I let you suck me off later. “You whimpered and rocked your hips against his, needing release.

“So needy, wish I had more time with you. I would make you feel so good.”

“You already make me feel good Lando”, you panted,” but you would make me feel even better if you would finally touch me!”You groaned out frustrated.

He gave you a stern look what led you to throw a sweet ‘please’ after your previous outburst of desperation.

“My pleasure darling” and with that he eventually pulled down your trousers. His fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties and like the tease he is he slowly dragged them down your gorgeous legs. The cold air that hit your sensitive lips made you moan.

“You make the sweetest noises for me and I love to hear them but you gotta keep it down this time,

okay? Don’t want anybody else hearing those noises. Only made for my ears. “ Lando said ,the last part probably not meant for you to hear, but the slight show of his possessive side let another wave of want rush trough your body.

You nodded vigorously, you just wanted him to do something, anything.

With a smirk he made his way down your body until his face was situated with your crotch. He looked up at you from between your thighs and winked before he dove straight in.

Tongue licking a stripe up your cunt,tasting your sweet arousal. Fingers pumping into you intensifying the pleasure.

A moan erupted you ,trying to silent it you clutched your mouth with your hand.

Loving the reaction of your body Lando begun thrusting into you with two more fingers. The sudden stretch overwhelming you and it was almost impossible for you not to scream.

“You’re a responsive little thing for me, aren’t you?”

He nipped at your clitoris causing your hips to buck up in his face. His finger kept pounding into you hitting the right spot over and over again.

“ Landon” ,you moaned,” I’m close, I’m so close. Please, please make me cum. “

“Darling, I’m planning on doing exactly that.” The thrusting of his fingers into you and the nipping of his teeth on your clit at the same time pushed you over the edge. You thighs pressed together, keeping his face in place while his tongue lapped up your sweet cum riding our your orgasm. He moaned against your folds gathering as much of your slickness as he could. When you came down from your high Lando was still eating you out. The sensation was overwhelming, almost painful.

“Stop”, you whimpered,” Lando stop, it’s too much.”

He stopped immediately.

Lando kissed his way up your body soothingly, a silent apology. When he met your lips his kiss was as light as a feather.

“You did so good for me baby, such a good girl.” He murmured against your lips. Tugging on your bottom lip lightly he drew a moan from you.

“I would love to continue this but I have to go. I’ll se you after the race”

“I’m counting in it” you whispered against his lips.

“I’m so gonna fuck you after this race”, Lando said pressing his lips against yours with force before he added,” and I’m gonna take extra good care of you after because I can’t do it know. I love you.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too” you said eyeing him as he walked out the door.

Prior to standing up and putting your T-shirt ,with the number four on it ,on you sighed satisfied.

After you fixed yourself you walked back to the McLaren motor home. Waving to the engineers and the team principle you put on your headset to listen to Lando’s team radio.

Your heart begun beating like crazy as the signal lights went red and the race started your heart begun.

The cars only a rush of colors anymore. It was amazing, you may have seen a lot of races already but you would never grew tried if this.

Like you said before you have a front row view of heaven.

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amourdivine · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄��?

hello, my angels! today i wanted to look into a different topic - this was dearly suggested by an anonymous reader. we’ll be tapping into what people feel & see when they look into your eyes, as well as channeling a few additional messages from the universe to you! please let me know if this resonates. as always, feedback is appreciated! xo.

how to choose your pile. take deep breaths for a few minutes & look at each and every one of the piles separately. which pile sparks a feeling inside you? which pile gives you a strong memory or calls out to you the most? take your time and feel free to come back to it later.

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𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬. your cards: page of pentacles / two of wands / four of swords rx / six of wands / three of wands / four of cups / the sun / three of cups.

Enthusiasm. They see the future, in a way. They are taken to a different time and place - especially when you talk about your passions and the things you believe in, pile one. I think people feel more hopeful and positive when they look into your eyes, because your presence is very soothing and cheerful as well. so it makes them want to believe that a better future is possible. It might even feel a bit restless, simply because there’s so much of you they want to look at, I’m hearing? They get caught up in all of you, not necessarily in a romantic way only, but in a way that makes them want to be close to you, especially friends. There’s a lot of joy when they look into your eyes, so I think they want to keep staring and staring forever because you make success and joy seem closer and more possible than ever. For some, this could specially apply to when you’re presenting a work project or a college one. There’s something wonderful and idealistic about you, very dreamy and very bright too, it makes people feel a little hazy even.

additional messages: “you’re just too good to be true / can’t take my eyes off you,” extrovert (enfj / enfp), celebration & partying, confetti, golden heart, wild child, party animal, follow your arrow by kacey musgraves, hazy by rosi golan.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶. your cards: the tower rx / five of cups / four of wands / ace of swords / eight of cups / the world / king of pentacles / three of wands.

People can tell you’ve been through a lot, pile two. You’ve had to rebuild yourself from scratch.. and for some of you, people from your past can notice how you’ve shifted since then. It’s like you did a full 180º on everyone and shocked them at your capacity to change. On one side, a lot of the cards that were shuffled have blue in them and on the other side, the cards have a lot of gold. To me it feels like you’ve had to end a lot of things and people feel faithful when they look into your eyes because they see that they’re also able to change, too. They could feel really motivated by the way you speak and inspired by you in general. Some of you have very rich and intense eyes, I think people might be a bit intimidated and really drawn by you, but they don’t always approach you. They might even notice how they’ve judged you wrongly once they meet you up close and when they look into your eyes, they see that they may have been deceived by their first impressions. It’s like they end up realizing how much depth there is to you, how decisive and experienced you are. It makes them want to trust you with their whole heart. You seem very stable and people get that vibe from you when they’re staring into you. There’s a lot of honesty when you speak - they’re almost in awe. You might be super good looking and people may underestimate your abilities or intelligence.

additional messages: begin again by taylor swift, “we’re far from the shallow now,” “it was great at the very start,” “i’m done apologizing,” mental breakdowns, depression & anxiety, having it all together, 333, life path 8, experienced, entj.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬. your cards: ten of cups / eight of wands / queen of swords / seven of swords / ten of wands / page of swords / knight of swords / the empress.

Do you talk with your hands a lot, pile three? I’m getting a lot of Gemini and Aquarius vibes here, but that’s just what I’m getting. You could be super talkative and they might find it hard to focus on your eyes, specifically! You might be super enthusiastic and even have trouble communicating precisely. You could even be too blunt or direct without wanting to, perhaps you end up interrupting friends without even noticing and people could see a lot of restlessness in your eyes. I think they feel overwhelmed by all the endless topics you talk about, but they see a youthful energy in you. They feel almost like they’re talking to a little kid and someone who’s seen it all at the same time, but they feel a lot of joy, especially coming from you. I think you’re super friendly and you may strike up a conversation with anyone, regardless of who they may be. So they’re immediately drawn to your enthusiastic and even a bit chaotic energy. For some, people may feel like you can be deceptive and so, they look into your eyes because they want to make sure you’re telling them the truth. I think people feel engulfed in your eyes, not simply because of your eyes, but all that you are. They may get lost in what you’re saying and try to focus on you by staring at your eyes, but you might be hard to keep up with, so they feel a little lost because you’re so fast-paced! I know this was meant to be more about your eyes, but somehow I kept being drawn to you speaking and the way you move, lol.

additional messages: night owl, alt rock, falling in love with strangers, having a lot of crushes, gossip / tea, “slow down there,” “she’s a spitfire,” entp, enfp, “are you telling me the truth?”, wild stories, polaroids, sneaking out at night, sagittarius / leo mercury, 3rd house energy, gemini, aquarius, stargazing.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹. your cards: two of swords rx / king of cups / queen of cups / ten of pentacles / seven of cups / justice / judgement rx / eight of cups rx.

This might come as a shock for some of you, but people actually feel very, very drawn to your eyes and your caring nature, pile four. I think a lot of random strangers might stare at you in public and let me tell you why… they’re wondering if they should approach you because they might have caught some feels, haha. A lot of people may develop crushes on you silently, but they wonder if you’re single and even if you are, they might feel like you have so many options. You have really shiny, dreamy and watery eyes, pile four. I think you might not notice how beautiful they are when you look at someone and that might lead to people developing feelings very quickly. You’re very stable - partner material even. But they feel afraid and indecisive - not because of you, but because they don’t feel like they’re good enough to be around you and they may question themselves a lot when they look at your eyes. I saw The Moon whilst shuffling and that’s exactly the vibes I’m getting. You might be super nurturing, friendly and kind, but they can’t quite figure you out! They feel a little enticed and seduced even, no matter whether you’re being intentional about it or not. You’re really attractive and might have doe, soft eyes as well, it might make you look very innocent and people may feel protective over you. Either way, people love looking into your eyes, but they’re also afraid of how much it makes them feel, how much warmth you exude. They’re afraid of catching feelings for you.

additional messages: water signs (mostly pisces. also, look into your midheaven if you haven’t!), love at first sight, hopeless romantic, 2 of cups, gravity by sara bareilles, “let me in,” soothing music / frequency, lavender smell, vanilla essence, siren / mermaid.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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The Brothers + Diavolo Making You Flustered

Request: Hi!hi! The aphrodisiac writing was absolutely *chefs kiss*. I have this habit of when I get embarrassed/flustered I immediately bury my face into the surface in front of me. Like if I’m sitting on the floor I’ll lean over and bury my face on the carpet, sitting at a table I’ll lean over and plant my face on the surface etc. How do you think the brothers (+diavolo if that’s okay) would react to seeing MC do that for the first time when they make them flustered? You’re so talented by the way! ily!

Word Count: 1K each

A/N: I hope you like this!! It was a bit difficult since i didn't want to make everything the same, but yeah!!

Lucifer:

His sleeves are rolled up, flour coating the tips of his fingers and dusting across his apron, and the smell of garlic and onion fills the room. It smells lovely, it smells like a home. You stand beside Lucifer, watching as the water boils, bubbles fizzling out and steam rising. A box of noodles is held in your hands, your eyes peering over to where the bread is held in his hands. Your tongue peeks between your lips- it’s a soft pink, tinged with blue from candy and for a moment, he forgets himself, wanting to taste the candy that rests on your tongue, wishing that he were your lips to feel the gentle caress of your tongue.

“Remind me what we’re making again?” You ask, sniffing at the pot, only to scrunch your nose at the scent. “And why it’s us making it?”

“A Devildom dish,” he responds, giving a side glance. “It’s similar enough to a human cousine, so you needn’t worry about it being anything unsavory.” He turns to you, his smile almost teasing. “And we’re making it because it’s our turn on cooking duty.”

“If you wanted to spend time with me, you could always ask.” While your words are true, he tries to hold his composure, not wanting to reveal that you had hit the nail on its head. “You don’t have to assign us both to cooking duty. It’s pretty sneaky for you, dear Lucifer.” Your hand pats at his back and he promptly turns away from you

Walking away from you, he starts the timer on the oven, the preheat button lights up as the oven begins to glow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I drew our names on a complete random.” He turns to you, his smile making you unable to see what he’s really thinking. “Do you not wish to spend time with me?” he asks cooly, walking towards you. Despite the flour on his hands that dusts over his face, and the apron wrapped around him, he still holds an aura of confidence and authority that makes you break away from his gaze first.

“You’re absolutely awful,” you mutter, giving him a grin to let him know that it was a playful insult.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he coos, his grin wicked and cool at the same time. “I must not be totally awful if you still wish to spend time with me.” You groan, shaking your head with a smile on your lips and he turns to hide his more giddy smile, smiling calmly when the oven beeps. The preheat session is done. He opens the oven, a wave of hot air making him knit his brows together for a moment. “There’s no need to be ashamed of being so fond of me. I am Pride, it’s only natural that you would gravitate towards me.” He grabs the rack of bread, carefully slipping it inside the oven and closing the door.

“Well you’re a lot more than Pride to me.” His eyes widen and he turns to you, his body facing towards the oven with his head half-turned. “You’re Lucifer. You’re someone close to me and well, I actually am glad that we got to spend time together. I would love to hear you admit that you simply wanted to spend time with me, but-” you shrug- “you’ve got that stubborn pride that I can’t help but adore.” You turn to him, a cheeky smile on your face that matches the light in your eyes.

It’s silent between the two of you. It’s comforting, one that is welcomed and isn’t making either of you awkward. He watches as you carefully stir the pot, your index skimming under the words of the cookbook. Your brows furrow as you carefully read over the direction, careful to not add the wrong ingredient or wrong measurement. You’re methodical, carefully going about everything, and in the kitchen with Lucifer, he can’t help but smile at you, his smile soft and eyes crinkled as he watches you carefully.

“I know I haven’t told you this enough- or perhaps before-” silverware clinks together as he reaches over from a baking brush, his eyes never leaving yours- “but I’m actually quite proud of you.” He tears his gaze away from you, his smile widening and his chest puffing. “You have this knack about you that makes it so easy for others to fall for you, that I have to admit that even I have fallen victim to you.” The baguettes are painted over with a mixture of garlic and spices, his words never stopping or falling to hesitation as he speaks. “You’re-” he sighs, not knowing how to put what he wants to say into words- “I’ve been Lucifer for such a long time, living and holding power, but I must say, when I’m around you, I feel more me than I ever had in my entire existence.” He turns his body to you, his hands open and knuckles brushing over your cheek, a thin line of white left against your face. “I’m glad that I’ve gotten to meet you.”

His eyes widen, his words finally registering to his ears. He looks up, eyes meeting the stone wall before he turns to you, his mouth agape and hands still holding a baguette, and the baking brush. The garlic and onion sizzle on the stove, the yellow glow of the kitchen and the buzzing sounds of the outside do everything to fill the room, not a single ounce of silence is graced to either of you.

“You can’t just say stuff like that!” You say in a hurried tone, your face hot enough that you can feel sweat start to bead. “It’s- It’s-” you can’t find the proper words, it isn’t embarrassing but it isn’t something that you hear everyday- “Ah!” You decided, burying your face further into the table, your hands cushioning the blow.

His hand claps over your back, slowly rubbing between your shoulder blades in an attempt to soothe you over. “I would have thought you would have enjoyed hearing the truth,” he teases lightly. “Was I wrong about that assumption?” he presses, his elbow nudging against your shoulder where you still lay with your head rested in your hands.

You peer upwards, your face slowly revealed to show a flushed color that makes his chest puff with pride, his smile . “You wanna know why I know that you wanted to spend time with me?” Lucifer raises his brows in confusion. “I hadn’t written down my name yet.” His smile twitches away for a moment. “You called it before I could even write my name down.” You smile at him, your smile gentle. “I still have the paper in my pocket. You really like me, huh Lucifer?”

Mammon:

Textbooks are left open, pencils and pens sprawled over the coffee table as you and Mammon rest on the couch. He talks vividly, and as he’s excited to tell you stories of his past, his mouth works faster, skipping over details and returning to them moments later. Your hands are wrapped tight around his bicep, your face hidden as you try to stifle your laughter. He can feel your hands tighten, the way that you cling to him and even try to push yourself closer to him. “So that was when I decided to just grab all the things I could carry and just book it!” Mammon exclaims, clapping his hands together and extending his right arm forward. “You should’ve seen how angry those witches were, but hell, they deserved it for thinking they could pull one over on me.” He turns to you, his grin wicked, slowly widening as he leans back cautiously to not let you move away from him. “Fuckers should’ve known to not touch my stuff.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head and leaning onto him. His smile twitches for a second, softening into a gentler smile, watching as you turn your face into his arm, trying to stifle your laughter. It’s loud, infectious and it’s something that reminds him of a spring day that he once spent in the Human Realm. He isn’t sure how to explain it- something about it that screams life and youth, something that sounds so unapologetically like you, that it makes him breathless. When you start to pull away, he lets his grin widen, eager to look at you again.

He’s so close to you, your hand within arm’s reach that if he really wanted to, he could just take it in his. His mouth goes dry, his tongue too invasive in his own mouth and he watches as you adjust your hair, his eyes fixated on how your hair slips through your fingers. There are words stuck in his throat, but no matter what he thinks of to say, he isn’t sure what he should say. He’s at a loss, wondering what would be the perfect way to bring back the mood, to continue the conversation without it being forced, but in all honesty, he’s fine, just sitting here with you. He’s more than fine with just staring at you.

“Hey, Mammon?” He jolts at his name being said, a shock running through his spine. He nods his head, swallowing what little saliva is in his mouth. “I really like hearing your stories, you know?” You smile softly at the book in your hands. He watches you with unblinking eyes, wondering what it is that you’re getting at. “I really just like listening to your voice. I know you were stuck with me at first-” internally he flinches, he doesn’t like to reminisce when you were first put under his charge- “but I’m glad that it was you.” He is left breathless, his muscles tense as you look at him, a smile stretching past your lips and gracing your lips. You look at him for a moment, your eyes darting to where his hand is clenched tightly and you nod to yourself, turning your attention back to the book.

You’re facing away from him, your fingertips tracing over the edge of a page as you try to focus on the words but he can tell from the pout on your lips that you aren’t registering anything from the book. What should he say? What can he say? He knows he has to say something. He knows that he should match your energy or at least attempt to but he can’t. There are so many things he wants to tell you, and they all seem so disorganized. You’re pretty. You’re nice to him and you always let him sneak into your bedroom late at night. You rely on him and as much as you need him, he needs you more. You have such a soft touch that it leaves him tingling all over as if some ghost were the one responsible for it. He lets out a slow breath, his lips parted slightly as he breathes out. “You know,” he says quietly, his fingers twitching and moving to clutch at the end of your shirt, “you got a real nice laugh. It’s nice to spend time with you, ya know?” Once he’s started talking, he’s unable to quiet himself, unable to register the things that he’s saying to you. “I like hanging out with other demons and all, but there’s something about you that I like more. It’s like with you-” his hand waves in the air, eyes glancing around your room- “I get to just feel safe. I get to relax and know that I can count on you. And I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always be on your side. Forever and ever.” Mammon turns his head, his smile stretched wide and hand going to cover yours. “You turned me into a sap, ya know?’”

The moment is tender as he smiles down at you, only to slowly realize the weight of his words as you stop in your movements, your fingers letting the page fall back to the others, words lost upon themselves as your shoulders rise. His eyes widen and his lips thin. Heat creeps upwards from his chest and scorches its way to mar his features, his face turning into a darker shade as he flushes. His mouth goes dry, unable to produce any type of saliva as he sits beside you. Slowly, his mouth parts, and he’s unable to find the words to deny what he just said, but before he can, you curl in on yourself, burying your way into your hands, your hands spread and fingers parting to cover as much of your face as it can.

“I-” he coughs loudly into the rook of his elbow. You can tell that he wants to resort to his usual denial of feelings but he stops himself before he can even reach the middle of his sentence. “Listen, just because you-” you can feel his eyes on you- “will ya look up at me? I’m not gonna tear your head off or anything, I just don’t want you getting a bigger head than you already have.” You slowly turn to him, watching as he tries to avoid your gaze. “Let’s just go get a bite to eat. We can’t study on empty stomachs or whatever.” He rises quickly, his hand held out to you as he keeps his attention out on the door. “Come on, I’ll pay for ya and everything.”

Your lips thin and you look at his hand. You inhale a sharp breath of air, slowly letting it go. His face is still flushed, a deep color that burns against his skin. “Like a date?” You ask, hoping to see more of his reactions. He stiffens at your question, his brows furrowing to meet each other. He stammers out a response, clearly flustered. You lay your hand on his and he immediately quiets down. You smile at yourself, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that it was you who brought him to such a state. Slowly, his hand curls with yours and he gives a brief nod of his head.

Leviathan:

Leviathan sits alone in his room, a blanket pooled around his lower half, his eyes have begun to burn, tinged with red from lack of sleep as bright colors flash across his pale face. An empty bowl save for kernels that rest at the bottom of the bowl, his fingertips tinged with red and he can feel his mouth heavy with acid and past snacks.

His hands tap against his controller, his fingers already reaching toward a button before he can even register what he should press. His mind is on autopilot, reaching and stiffening when an enemy nears and even so, his character is still killed. He lets out a frustrated groan, careful to throw his controller towards his pillows and not the walls- he can’t risk losing yet another controller; least of all having to patch a hole- or in his case, covering it with a poster. His hands are thrown into the air, fingers outstretched before they are curled into a fist. He arches his back forward, the heels of his hands cushioning his eyes. He tears up slightly, wincing at the sudden realization of burning pain that lingers in his eyes. Slowly, he pulls away just in time to hear his door creak open.

“Password,” he says with a lack of conviction, turning slightly to watch as you enter with a bag in your hand. He raises his brows, his arm stretching outward as he blindly searches for his controller. “What do you have there?” He jerks his chin, returning his attention to the game in front of him.

The light clicks on- something bright that fills the room in a soft blue that stretches around him. He winces at the sudden light, the controller dropped onto his lap as he rubs his eyes vigorously. If it weren’t obvious enough that he kept himself secluded in his room, it was obvious from the way that he rubbed at his eyes, and had to blink multiple times before he could finally look at you without shielding his eyes. You end him a wicked smile that slowly grows until you reveal your teeth, the bag in your hand held slightly tighter. In response, he sticks his tongue out at you, his cheeks tinted with a pale shade of pink.

“I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to defeat the boss,” you say, walking towards the bathtub where he sits. You sit in front of the porcelain, your gaze fixated on a television system that he has set up for a more immersive gameplay experience. When you are met with a lack of response, you turn your head to see him with narrowed eyes. “What? No witty remark?” Once more, you’re met with silence. “Levi?”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “I- Fuck, you know?” This time, he’s met with silence. “First, I can’t get the concert tickets, then I can’t even get the new figure and now, I can’t even defeat this stupid game.” His cheeks fill with air, and he slowly lets the breath go past his lips. “And the concert was going to have passes to meet them behind the stage and the figure was signed and-” his character dies once more and the controller is tossed pitifully onto the pillow. He leans over the tub, his arms crossed under his chin, and his eyes on you. “My luck isn’t usually so bad, you know?”

You pat the floor beside you, your hand meeting the cold tile. “Come on, sit beside me,” you comment, shuffling over a few inches to give him even more space. With a huff, he rises out of the tub, small bits of crumbs falling onto the porcelain. He sits beside you, his arm brushing against yours but neither of you make an effort to move.

“I’m sitting, now what?” He asks, the television blurry as it replays his death with the words “Game Over” in bold letters.

“Well, Levi-” you hand him the bag, with fingers pinched over the handles- “since you’re having such rotten luck, why don’t you open the bag?”

He gives you a narrowed stare, slowly retrieving the bag from you and pulling out the pastel colored tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag sits a box, the words of a favorite anime of his stamped beside with the usual font. His heart skips a beat, as he slowly clasps his hand around the box, his fingers pushing against the plastic and he gaps, reality crashing onto him like a wave.

“It’s-” he doesn’t even finish saying the sentence, your nod is an answer to everything. “The figure that I wanted- I- How?” He asks, looking at the box, so worried that if he were to take his eyes away, the box would vanish.

“Ah, ah-” you wag your finger in the air- “that is a story for another time, my dear Leviathan.” You sound so smug and a smile is already evident in your words.

He bounces in his seat, his legs shaking rapidly, knees softly knocking against each other as he lets his excitement show. His hands flap eagerly, his smile wide and eyes closed. A sharp breath is sucked between his teeth, as he stares at you with bright eyes. You’re startled, your shoulders raising a few centimeters into the air with wide eyes as you stare at him. A nervous smile stretches across your face with him so close to you and looking at you with such eager eyes. If you were to be honest with yourself, you’re a bit flustered with how he looks at you. Your heart races and it beats against your chest, rattling at your ribs and echoing against your body. You nod rapidly, gulping what little moisture you have in your mouth when he grabs your hands tightly in him.

He shouts your name, enthusiasm laced into his word, his hands pulling yours close to his chest. “Ah! You’re the absolute best!” His smile is so wide that it’s almost comical, leaving you smiling both in response to and because of him. “I’m so glad that you’re here! Of course, you’d be my Henry!” He drops your hands and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly around you, his head nuzzled into the curve of your neck. “I don’t know what I would do without you, but I’m just glad that you’re the one that’s with me!” He pulls away, his hands now holding onto your biceps. Deep breaths exhale through him, his chest rising and dipping rhythmically. He calls your name and it’s sweet like honey on his tongue. “You really are the best. I mean,” his tone becomes softer, his smile less eager and more true, “you do so much for me. I couldn't ever imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me.”

“Levi,” you mumble, and when his hands fall from you and return to hold the box, you pull the bag towards your face, hiding away from him. Your neck grows hot, scorching your skin and making you breathless. “I’m glad that you like it,” you manage to squeak out, the bag further pressed towards you.

A few seconds pass until he finally realizes why you’ve pulled the bag to your face. Leviathan stiffens, clearing his throat and turning away, his hand covering his lower half of the face. The figurine sits beside him with a delicate smile plastered on their face. With the air so light and heavy, he reached into the tub, eager to pull out the controller. With a meek cough, he fumbles with the controller, passing it over to you, with his eyes still glued on the figurine. “Would you like a turn? Maybe you’re better than me.” He can feel his chest tighten when his fingertips brush against yours and the hundredth time, the game tune plays in the room.

Satan:

Satan’s eyes narrow unconsciously as he reads over the same page for the tenth time. No matter what, he is unable to focus on the words, the letters and lines meshing into one that nothing fully registers past the first word of the page. If he were to be honest with himself, nothing has registered since the last few pages that he’s read. With a huff, he closes the book, a small gust of air blowing at the hair that rests over his forehead. The book rests on the table beside him, nudging against the lamp that makes the room flicker for a brief moment.

The room is filled with sound, the hum of the air conditioner unit, the distant sounds of footsteps and talk across the house, the demonic animals that roam around outside. He’s sure that if he were to focus, he’d even hear the scratching of a pen. Scratch that- he can now that he thought about it. All the sounds make his skin crawl, uncomfortable and itchy and as he drags his nails across his arm, he’s only offered a second of relief before the feeling returns. He leans against the chair, his neck arched over the back of it, as he lets his eyes flutter to a close, the bright light of the library barely shining through his closed eyelids. It’s not like to be so distracted- especially when it comes to a favorite pastime of his. And yet, his mind is distracted, wandering to images of you where you were talking to others that weren’t him. He isn’t the jealous type- at least, not when he compares himself to his brother, but it seems that you brought out something different for him.

His leg twitches and there’s a burning sensation on his arm that he chooses to ignore. It only intensifies when he hears footsteps approaching. The sensation spreads and becomes sharper, insatiable as it burrows itself in the demon. There is a presence standing beside him and he already knows that it’s you. He can tell by the steps, by the breathing, by your scent. He frowns at the thought. He doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not to know such small details about you.

Something clicks- your knee, perhaps- and your hand rests above his slender one, cupping and still, there are gaps where his skin is unfortunate enough to not to be touched by you. “Satan?” You call out to him in a quiet voice- not quite a whisper but not your usual volume either. “Are you asleep?”

“Is it you wondering or someone else?” He responds, slowly opening his eyes and turning his head, meeting the top of yours. “Is there something that you need?” He makes no effort to move, stuck in his position as he is content just sitting on a chair with your hand over his.

“It’s me,” you answer him, turning your head to meet his eyes. His lips slowly turn into a smile with his eyes slowly growing heavy. “You don’t normally sleep in the library without cause. You okay?” Your hand slips from his and his eyes widen his hand closing into a fist, already missing your touch. But, he is soon reconnected with your hand as it rests on his forehead. You soon look down at him with pursed lips. “I- uh, I can’t tell if you have a fever or not.”

He smiles at you and sits up straight, holding in a moan when his back is already sore, feeling the muscles whine as they had already grown taut. “No- No I just, I have quite a few things on my mind, is all.” He gingerly goes to grab your hand in his, uncaring that your eyes are on him and that the door is open for anyone to walk in and see Wrath so tender. “I’m sorry that I worried you.”

Your hand in his is turned, pulled slightly away but not enough to be taken away from his grasp. You walk from the side of the chair to stand in front of him, and when you meet his eyes, you nod down, gesturing to his lap. He smiles softly, nodding his head and leaning back, humming under his breath when you situate yourself on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You’re oddly touchy today,” he comments, his hand curved on your lap as the one he held is moved to behind his neck, your fingertips barely touching his collarbone. “Did I do something to deserve this?”

You give a half-hearted hum, and in the corner of his eye, he can tell that you have closed your eyes. “Think of it as a way to make you feel better.” You give him a play tap and he nods, his eyes staring straight ahead, lost against the colorful spines of the books. “So what does have you so worked up?”

Is now his chance? Is he now able to tell you the full extent of his feelings? He has you sitting on his lap, comforting him in a way that few people would ever dare to. There's feelings there, bubbling and forming on both ends and he knows that it’s both ends. It’s you that is on his mind. Filtering in when you shouldn’t, invading every space of his that he has until he’s completely overwhelmed. It’s a strong feeling, something that rivals his own wrath and for the first time, he welcomes it- he doesn’t put up a fight against it. He wants to feel whatever it is that you make him feel. He wants the intensity of it until he’s exhausted, until the wrath that has been boiling inside of him ever since he can remember, can finally evaporate, can finally be extinguished.

You call his name once more and he looks at you, his smile tight and eyes closed for a moment. “How do I tell you that I care for you in a way that says exactly what I’m trying to say without scaring you off?” His eyes close and his hand turns over on your thigh, palm open and empty. “How do I tell you that you’re the thing on my mind? That it’s you that is reducing me into a mess at the simple thought of you.” He turns his head enough, shrugging his shoulder to make sure that you’re looking back at him, your chest still and the hand that you had relaxed, is slowly crawling over to his open one. “The thought of you warps into this- this jealous demon that isn’t exactly something I’m fond of. I you to myself and yet, that I want you to myself and that the thought of you with anyone else, makes me more of wrath than I have ever been.” Your hand closes above his and he nods slowly, clasping his hand over yours. “It’s you, and it’ll always be you.”

With a jolt, his words finally register to him. He turns to face you, but you’re buried into his shoulder, your hand holding tightly onto his, as if he were your lifeline and the one over his shoulder is grasping at his sweater, bunching the knit fabric into a mess. Your heart beats over the sound of the room, the hum of the electricity erased, the steps and chatter muffled under you. He smiles softly, a slow chuckle taking over, until he’s laughing widely, his chest shaking and vibrating under you with every laugh. You moan his name and he can only say the first letters of an apology before his laughter takes over.

“Really, really- I’m not laughing at you,” he says through an attempt at laughter. “I just forgot how different you are. How you always seem to change depending on your mood.” He feels a harsh pat against him, your head shaking as you press further into him. “Please, never change,” he says with a laugh at the end, his head turning, his lips meeting against the side of yours in a quick press.

Asmodeus:

He’s flawless. He has to be. Or, maybe he’s just naturally like that. You are not the best when it comes to reading Asmodeus- too enthralled by him that you can’t seemingly tell when he’s told a joke or not that pertains to his beauty. Very little of it matters to you- you may appreciate that he is quite gorgeous, but you’ve also gotten to know the demon that embodies Lust.

Perhaps it’s because he knows who he is, that he is Lust, that he has to appear the best at all times. He can never make a mistake or it’ll be all that’s talked about- he knows as well as anyone else how easily a reputation can be damaged. However, when he looks at you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He still wants to look his best for you, but he knows that if he were to slip, you wouldn’t see him any differently than how others see him.

You sleep beside him, nestled under his covers, the blanket pulled a little bit past your lips. Your hair is askew, small strands that stick up or curl around your face. Slowly, he takes a slender finger and softens the hair back to you, smiling when you try to lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter open, and you turn before he can see you, yawning and stretching your arms upwards, the cover crumpling above you. You lie still for a few more seconds and he sits upwards, daring to peek at your face. As if already knowing that he was going to watch you, you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to make yourself look more refined, to fix your appearance before him. You rub your eyes with a knuckle, turning to him and opening your mouth only to have a yawn cut through.

“Did you have a good nap?” Asmodeus asks, watching as you stretch your limbs, your muscles pulled taut as you let out a whine of satisfaction. You nod in response to him. “I’m glad. You know, I do have to tell you that you were right. I try not to ruin my sleep schedule but that nap felt simply divine. I think I feel more rested than I usually do.”

You smile at him, turning over to rest your head on his chest. His hand immediately comes to curve over the back of your head. “I like sleeping with you. You have such a soft bed and you always give such nice hugs.” He laughs in response, his hand lowering to hold near your shoulder. “It’s true. Devildom is still-” you take a brief pause- “different. And somehow, when I’m with you, all my worries are just-” you blow out a gentle puff of air- “gone.”

“I’m here for whenever you need me. All you have to do is just call,” he comments, his hand running past the sleeve of your shirt, his index and middle fingers touching against your warm skin. “I think it’s almost time for dinner. Would you like to accompany me? I’d be more than happy to take you to that little restaurant we found the other day.”

The edge of your sleeve is toyed with, pinched between the fingers and released. His hand returns to where it lay only to be disturbed when you rise, causing his hand to rest beside him. You give him a blinding smile that makes his heart flutter as he looks at you. “I’d be more than happy to, but I would like to get ready before we go out.” He raises a brow at you, tilting his head to encourage you to continue. “I want to look my best for you.” You lean forward and he smiles, fully ready for a kiss, only to have you pull away and kiss his shoulder. He frowns, his lips pushing towards a pout as he looks at you.

“Not even a kiss?” He asks, a tease of playfulness loosely attached to his words. “I have to say that I’m hurt.” He watches as you move, curling your legs underneath you as you watch him with a hint of smile on your face. “After all that I do for you, and yet, you have the gall to deny me a simple kiss?” he lets out a huff, not trying to hide the smile that graces his features and you. “You should be ashamed of yourself. There are demons who would kiss my steps to even look at me.”

“Asmo,” you call to him and he quiets, looking at you with expectant eyes. Despite him being the demon who can be considered one of the strongest- and is- you’re still the one who holds all the power in the relationship. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Why do you want to go out with me?”

He can’t help the smile that forms, that twists the already playful one into something more bitter. It’s a question that he asked himself the first time he realized his feelings towards you. He could have it all and you’re just a human with minimal magical abilities. He’s met countless lifeforms who were and are beautiful, their beauty forever imprinted and never seeming to age. But, he still chooses you. And he’s content with that. He’s more than happy that he’s with you.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his eyes focused on your cupid’s bow. “You know, there are times when I look at you and I wonder if you see yourself the way that I see you.” He knows what to say, it all comes so natural to him when he compliments you. “Your scars and blemishes, the stretch marks around your tummy and how they pale and wrap around you. The little moles that you have are kissed along your sides and cheeks.” His thumb moves down and now his hand holds yours. “I have to be perfect- I have to be loved and admired, but then I see you and I think to myself how as long as I’m loved by you, that’s enough. You really have changed me in a way I never saw myself. Beauty means everything to me- or at least it did. But now I have you, and I have to admit, that I prefer you over anything else in the world.” He leans forward and lets his lips press against the corners of yours. “I want to go out with you, because to me, you’re the best that there will ever be.”

It all happens in a flash, seeing your face darken, feeling the hand slowly shake and then your face is hidden by the covers. He can hear you whine his name, and when his hand touches between your shoulder blades, his nimble fingers reaching above the collar of your shirt and touching your neck, he can feel how hot it is. He laughs as his arms reach around you and pull you close to him, giggling and accepting your odd human behavior.

Beelzebub:

Detention is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock, but other than that it’s silent. The room is occupied by a total of three people- you, Beelzebub, and the unfortunate professor that is stuck to watch over the two of you who scrolls through their D.D.D. while music plays loudly every now and then. You suspect they are on an app similar to one from the Human Realm, complete with word play and aesthetic from Devildom.

You turn over to Beelzebub, quirking your brows when you see him scribbling over a paper with a pen. You peer over, sitting straighter to get a closer look only to find him mindlessly doodling, similar drawings cover the paper in blue ink. As if feeling your stare, he turns to you with slightly wide eyes before relaxing them, sending you a smile and raising his paper, to show you his work. You return the smile, pleased at his cute antics and his boyish smile. You send him a thumbs up, before the professor coughs, catching the attention from the two of you.

They stand up, their tail curling around their leg and with a yawn, they expose their teeth. Their phone is stuffed into their pocket as they slowly walk to the front of the desk. “I’ll be back. I expect the two of you to still be here. You both have an hour left.” With that, they walk to the door, the heels of their shoes clicking, the door creaking before it finally closes leaving you and Beelzebub alone in a room.

Immediately, you turn to Beelzebub, your chair squeaking as you shift it hastily. “Beel,” you say excitedly, patting your hands on your thighs. He answers with a hum, tilting his head to the side to show that he is listening to you. “You have power over the professors, don't you?” You see the corner of his lip twitch upwards. “I mean you're the Avatar of Gluttony, can’t you just get us both out of here?”

The pen is set down and he leans back on his chair, his legs sliding underneath the desk until they are stretched to their full length. He turns to you, his smile lazy and eyes half-lidded. “I don’t feel like getting in trouble anymore than I already have.” His smile is crooked, teeth barely glimpsing from behind his lips.

“But we’re already in trouble,” you try to argue, pushing forward. “Please?” You lean forward, holding onto his bicep, with a pout on your lips. “If I use the pact powers, I’ll probably be the only one in trouble.”

He snickers, crossing his arms and lowering his head to side his smile. “We have an hour.” He looks up at you, a hand coming to cover yours. “Just sit and wait, okay? I’ll treat you out later.” You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs, pulling away from your touch and turning his own chair to face you, his hand resting over the desk, pulling on the tip of the pen until it is pulled underneath his hand. “What makes you want to go home so early anyways?”

“Why don’t you wanna go home?” You shoot back, your arm bent above the desk, with your chin resting on the palm of your hand. He shrugs in response, his attention back to the paper as he starts to bounce the pen between his index finger and thumb. “What are you drawing, anyways?” it doesn’t go unnoticed that he stiffens at your question, his lips pulling into a thin line as his leg starts to bounce. “It’s the same image, right? Like the same character that you’re drawing?” You lean closer, watching as he bounces the pen faster in his hand.

“It’s- It’s for art class,” he responds, clearing his throat. His hands grab at the paper and for a moment you think he’s about to crumble the paper, but instead he slips it between a notebook, careful to not let an edge slip out before it’s stuffed into his bag. “We have to draw-” he hesitates, squirming under your attention- “a thing.”

“I thought sports took care of your electives?” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, turning his attention to the board smeared with chalky remains. “Oh? Are you lying to me?” Your hand flutters to your heart, your voice faux hurt as your slump over in your seat. “Beelzebub, I’m actually hurt. Here I thought we were close and yet-”

“I’m drawing you,” he says, effectively making you stop in your theatrics. You turn to him, your mouth parted. “I wanted to draw you and give it to you as a gift but I can’t get your smile right.”

“Well that didn’t take much probing,” you mutter, scooting your chair closer to him, the toe of your shoe nudging against his backpack.

“I don’t like lying to you,” he states, his body becoming still and eyes returning to where you sit so close to him. Close enough where he can smell your cream. “I just didn’t want you to find out.”

There’s silence between the both of you, your lips pursed as you nod. “My smile?” He nods. “It should be simple, shouldn’t it?” Just a curve and some smaller curves for the lips and boom, you’re done.” You grab his backpack, holding it in your hands, the opening pointed towards him.

“No,” he says with a frown, pulling the same notebook out and slipping out the paper. Upon closer inspection, the images of what appears to be you are roughly scribbled. They aren’t the best but the thought of him drawing something for you and being nervous about you finding out makes the drawing much sweeter. “You have a nice smile. It’s like- like,” you look up at him to see his brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to explain it. Your smile is nice. It’s a lot more than nice. When you smile at me, it’s just nice. I like seeing you happy. You smiling at me makes me feel special and I don’t want to half-ass some drawing of you. I want to make it special because you’re special to me. Your smile makes me feel warm, like I’m being hugged and everytime you smile, it always reaches your eyes and when your eyes crinkle, it’s like you’re just looking at me and that makes me feel so-” he takes a deep sigh and releases it slowly- “so safe.” His words come to a soft close, his face a warm shade of red. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” When he looks at you, you’ve curled into a ball in your seat, your face buried into his backpack. He calls your name frantically, his hands on your shoulders, only to pull away when you let out a high-pitched whine. “Did I offend you?” His name is muffled between the fabric. “Yeah?”

“You’re really sweet,” you moan pitifully, clutching the bag tighter, hoping that it effectively hides your burning face. “I think I’ll actually die from what you just said.” Your heart beats in your chest, the sweet confession echoing in your ears and when you smile, you can only hide it, not wanting him to see the wide grin that is now plastered across your face. “I’ll take any drawing that you give me.” You hold your hand out, ready to receive the unfinished work, not yet lifting your head.

His hand covers your outstretched one. “Maybe if I can see your smile right now, I’d be able to get it right,” he teases slightly. Your only response is shaking your head, giggling through the fabric as you feebly try to shake his hand away. He laughs widely, holding your hand tighter as he urges for you to look upward at him.

Belphegor:

The room is quiet, no footsteps that echo from above, no noise that travels from the stairs into the room that was once Belphegor’s prison. Beside him, you lay curled on your side, resting against him, your hand playing with a drawstring of his hoodie, playing with the frayed ends at your fingertips.

“I thought being around you would make me sleepy,” you murmur, an ill-placed yawn ruining the validity of your statement.

Even where he lays, he knows that you’re pouting, with your brows knitted together. “It seems that I am already making you quite tired. You only lasted how long?” He’d make a show of checking his nonexistent watch, but he rather not, already too comfortable in his current position to risk moving. You blow a raspberry in response and he lets out a giggle, his hand that is placed underneath you is bent to hold a strand of your hair in between his fingers. “Come on, be nice now. I can also make you unbelievably tired but unable to sleep.”

“You’re so cruel Belphegor,” you say in a whisper, your hand finally still from playing with his drawstring. “You’d take away my sleep for a simple noise? How juvenile,” you tease, nuzzling further into his side, humming when his fingers part through your hair and scratch lightly at your scalp. “Here I am, whisked away from my homework to come and nap beside you. And what do I get in return? Teasing.” The last word slowly drifted off into a simple breath of air that was tickled against his side.

It really hadn’t taken you so long to fall under his own sleeping spell. A part of him is a bit bitter, wanting to spend more time with you where the both of you were conscious and could actually talk, while the other part of him, is simply glad that you’re resting beside him, that you’ve taken time out of your day to lay next to him.

“It’s not like you don’t deserve it,” he says through a smile, twisting your hair around his index. “I mean, out of all the reactions I can get, yours is possibly the best of them.”

“Thank you,” you say, sounding a bit more like a question. “You know, I’m glad that you invited me up here. I haven't been getting the best sleep as of late.”

“You can always come to me,” he’s quick to say, eager so evident in his voice that he’s drowning in it. He wants to be near you, he wants to be with you.

“I don't want to bother you,” you confess with a faint voice.

“You could never bother me.” It’s the truth. He’d crawl to you if it meant even a fraction of your attention would be given to him. He’d do what he could just to hear your voice. You’d never be a bother to him. You’d be his saving grace. It’s silent for a moment, one where he can hear the house come alive under him and feel your breath with even more vigor than before, feeling each and every pause, every gust of air a kiss against his skin that makes him yearn for more. He calls your name, and it’s thick on his tongue- foreign and light, and yet it sounds like he’s said it countless times before, as if he knew the name by heart. You hum in response and he takes a deep breath.

His finger twirls around a small piece of your hair, letting the hair curl around his finger before he releases it, only to do the same thing once more. “I’m always surprised that you let me get so close,” he says in a quiet voice, careful to not ruin the moment but a part of him knows that it might have been ruined already when it alludes to him. He can feel your eyes on him, watching him carefully as your lips part. “I know that I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor or anything and uh-” he lets the strad of your hair go, watching it bounce in freedom- “I just want you to know that I appreciate that you even let me touch you. I really like you, you know? I think you’re a much better person than I’ll ever be.” His lips stretch into a bittersweet smile that soon falls into a frown, twisting his features into something more somber. You say his name and it makes his breath hitch, a hiccup in his throat as his name fills the momentary silence. “I mean it. I think that’s why I- why you mean so much to me. I could never be like you. I can only admire you from afar and want you for myself.” He lets out a breathless puff of air that has humor etched into it. “I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot more to me than I’ll ever be able to put into words.”

With every continuation of his words, you felt your body respond to him. Your stomach twists with butterflies causing a storm inside of you, your chest tight and the sweet relief of air has escaped your lungs, and you’re hot, heat flush against your face and creeping from your chest and upward. You wonder if he could hear every change in your breathing, in your heart that beats, in just you.

He looks at you through half closed eyes and for once, you don’t think that it’s sleep that’s causing his soft smile and tender eyes. You stiffen, your muscles going rigid under his stare. The pillow is cool under your face as you stay hidden from him, gripping at the edges and turning away from his gaze, unable to keep as tight face as a smile creeps across your face.

He laughs as you lower your head, hiding your face from his after the tender words that were shared. “Come on, was it that easy to make you flustered?” He teases, the bed dipping as he moves. His hand tugs on the pillow that is held tightly in your grasp. “Oh come on, just look up,” he whines, weakly tugging at the pillow. “Seriously, you’re so dramatic and for no reason. It shouldn’t be news to you that I like you.” His smile is clear in his voice, light and full of kittenish behavior. “If you don’t pay attention to me, I’m going to continue, you know.” His grin widens when you finally peek at him, and he can’t help but laugh.

Diavolo:

There is chatter in the room, accompanied by the heels of shoes that click against the tiled floor. The room is lit in an orange glow that makes the atmosphere of the room seem almost dream-like. You tug wine glass, pulling it closer to you, careful to not let a drop spill over and stain the pristine white tablecloth. You glance around the room, watching people chat amongst themselves, their own eyes glued to their partners.

You look at the prince before you who takes a sip from his glass, his tongue peeking to wipe at the taste on his lips. “Diavolo?” The glass is set down and he looks at you with slightly widened eyes. “When I said I wanted to go out for dinner, I was fine with just some Akudonalds or ya know-” you glance once more around the room, your gaze focused on the silverware set carefully in front of you- “anything.

“This is anything,” he says, his smile cool and hands resting above the table. “We hardly go out and when we do, the others tend to accompany us. While I enjoy their company, I’d also like to just enjoy yours. So I thought, since this is a rare occasion, we’d make the best of it.” He leans close to you, and you know that there is no malice or hidden intention with him. He is honest, able to tell you what he wants without finding it necessary to hide himself. “If you are uncomfortable with such a restaurant, we can always go somewhere else, next time.”

“It’s not that, it’s just-” you clear your throat, leaning against the table, lowering your voice- “I’ve never been to such a high-end place. I don’t want you to overspend because of me. I’m fine just going somewhere low-key.”

He laughs, shaking his head and his fingers drum against the table. I’m a prince. There’s no such thing as overspending and even if there were, I don’t mind it if it’s you that I’m doting on.” You nod slowly, your fingers running at the edge of the fork handle. “Really, there is no need to worry. I’m just happy that you agreed to join me on this outing.”

You do your best to not shake your legs, mindful of the wine beside you. “‘M glad I was able to join you as well. I- I like spending time with you.” You smile sweetly at him, a hint of nerves tracing against your smile. “I just have to admit that I was taken aback when you invited me out. I know you mentioned how it’s always us with the others, but I don’t know-” you fingers find themselves tracing around the base of the glass- “I guess I always figured you liked me because I was able to get you out of work since you know, I am part of your work. I never would have assumed that you actually wanted to spend time with me.”

For a moment, it’s silent, a brief moment that couldn't even be considered silent, just a short pause but it's enough for him. “May I admit something to you?” Diavolo asks, his hands fiddling with the napkin beside himself. You nod, leaning forward, urging him to continue. “I was always fascinated with humans. I loved humans- they were these beings who had free will and they all lived different lives but in the end they shared the same fate.” He chuckles softly and his hand goes to the stem of the wine glass. “It’s the same for demons, of course. Any life can be taken and for the most part, they have free will, but I think I love humans. Or at least I thought I did.” He looks up at you, his smile faltering for a moment as he struggles to keep it up. “But I think rather than love, I hold admiration for their humanity. For their tenacity, and kindness; their love and warmth that they have with each other. And when I look at you-” his hand leaves the glass and is left open towards you- “I’m reminded of how beautiful humans can be.” His smile turns bitter for a moment, falling and he makes no attempt to keep up the facade. “I’m reminded just how fragile they are. I need you to know that I admire humanity, but I think I love you. I love how you do your best to help those around you, how you adapt to your environment, and just how easily you can make others fall for you.” He lets out a short laugh through his nose. “If I have to be honest, I think I’m also jealous of you. I wish I were the only one who could have the opportunity to fall for you.” His hand is still held out towards you, vacant without yours.

Throughout his monologue your body has been on fire, pooling in your stomach and against your back. You stare at his empty hand, trying to will yourself to hold it but the most that you can do is lay your head on the table, silverware clicking together and a dull thud heard. You want to let out a whine but you’re sure you’ve already called attention to yourself and- oh dear. What will people think of when they see Lord Diavolo with a human who has planted their face against a table. Your thoughts race, clouding your mind as the silence in the room is deafening, echoing in your ears as you rest with your face down.

“Is this a human custom?” Diavolo asks, his voice full of genuine wonderment. “Should I also be doing it?”

“Dia,” you mumble, your body slowly squeezing against itself in order to make yourself smaller. “You can’t confess so nonchalant,” you say in a hushed whisper, wanting to let out any type of noise that is slowly building up inside of you. “It’s- It’s too much for me,” you whine, slowly raising your head to peer at him.

“Well, I am a prince- a demon one at that. I suppose you can say that there are different customs for us as well.” His smile is jovial, and he reaches across the table, his hand open and this time you take it. Unable to look him in the eye, you resort to watching as his hand slowly threads to intertwine himself with you. “I must say, if that’s the response I were to get, I might as well continue it. I rather liked whatever it was that you did.” He’s so honest, looking at you with a wide grin that shows his pointed teeth and you can’t help but bury your face once more, grinning when you hear him let out a small laugh, his hand closing around yours.

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Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

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